Bai Yejin was confused by Zhou Xuelan's actions. She even turned her head to look at Lin Yifeng, her eyes filled with questions.

Did you offend Zhou Xuelan?

Seeing Bai Yejin's questioning gaze, Lin Yifeng couldn't help but shrug.

Do you think I would do that?

In Bai Yejin's mind, Lin Yifeng was an extremely steady person. Even if he occasionally showed a little bit of childishness, it was only when the two of them were in the same room.

When they're out in public, Lin Yifeng is always the most formidable man, yet also a reliable one, like a father.

Lin Yifeng would never do anything to anger Zhou Xuelan and make her carry the urea bags home. Seeing that Zhou Xuelan was having some difficulty carrying them, Bai Yejin quickly stepped forward to help.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's all filled with books!"

"The books we used when we were in vocational school!"

Zhou Xuelan placed the urea packet in a corner of Lin Yifeng's yard, gave a casual explanation, and then went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

As Zhou Xuelan entered the kitchen, she lingered, glancing back at the urea bag as if it contained something precious.

Seeing Zhou Xuelan's expression, Lin Yifeng was speechless.

Is this Zhou Xuelan hiding money?

Lin Yifeng thought Zhou Xuelan would hide the money in her underwear or bra.

After all, in this day and age, many women hide their money this way.

But unexpectedly, Zhou Xuelan hid the money among a pile of books.

This was the first time Lin Yifeng had ever seen such a way of hiding money.

That's all.

It's estimated that no one at the scene would have guessed that there was three thousand yuan hidden in an inconspicuous urea bag in the corner.

This method of hiding money is incredibly safe.

but...

It is also very dangerous.

If you're not careful, someone might steal your books and sell them as waste paper.

Zhou Xuelan probably wouldn't even be able to cry.

After Zhou Xuelan finished washing up, everyone was present.

There were only seven people at Lin Yifeng's house at noon today.

Parents, second child, third child, Lin Yifeng.

And Bai Yejin and Zhou Xuelan.

Of these seven people, if we had to name one, only Zhou Xuelan is an outsider.

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"

The most enthusiastic one was naturally Lin Xiuxiu. As soon as everyone started eating, she immediately stood up, grabbed her chopsticks, and went to pick up some beef.

There were about ten dishes on the table.

Eight of the dishes were cold, and the rest were hot.

Beef is an essential ingredient in cold dishes. Lin Xiuxiu picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in her mouth. A satisfied expression immediately appeared on her face.

Since Lin Yifeng returned home, the food conditions at his home have improved significantly.

But Lin Xiuxiu, who had only eaten meat during holidays and festivals in previous years, was not satisfied with eating meat frequently for the past two months.

She still enjoys eating meat, especially beef.

Lin Yifeng, on the other hand, was not interested in beef, or rather, he was not interested in beef from Central China Province.

Objectively speaking, the beef and mutton in Central China are not very tasty.

It could even be said that many noodle dishes in Central China are not very tasty.

Whether it's the famous braised noodles or other noodle dishes, Lin Yifeng doesn't think that the noodles in Central China are particularly delicious.

On the contrary, the dishes from Shanxi or Shaanxi provinces are particularly delicious.

As for beef and mutton, they are naturally better when you go north or west.

The lamb from Ningxia and the goats from Inner Mongolia are so much tastier than those from Central China.

Lin Yifeng wasn't very interested in beef or mutton because he didn't like them.

But Lam Yat-fung was interested in braised pork, braised pork ribs, and braised pork knuckle.

He ate a bite of braised pork, a bite of braised spare ribs, and then a bite of braised pork knuckle, his mouth dripping with oil.

"Lin Yifeng, eat slowly, there's still fermented bean curd pork to come!"

"And fermented bean curd pork?"

When Lin Yifeng heard about the fermented bean curd pork, he slowed down his eating.

Fermented bean curd pork is a type of steamed dish. Lam Yat-fung really likes to eat fermented bean curd pork, although he can never eat more than a few slices.

"Serve the braised pork with fermented bean curd first, serve the braised pork with fermented bean curd first."

Lin Yifeng doesn't have a big appetite; he can't eat much.

He estimated that he would be full in no time if he didn't get the braised pork with fermented bean curd.

"I'll go!"

Bai Yejin immediately got up to serve the fermented bean curd pork, but Feng Cui quickly stood up and stopped her.

"Let me do it, Xiao Jin, you cook!"

"You've had a busy day!"

Feng Cuie got up, and Lin Yifeng wanted to get up to stop his mother and go get the food himself.

But after thinking about it, he gave up on the idea.

My mother is a very simple, traditional, and exceptionally great middle-aged woman.

She's used to devoting herself to the children; she'll get upset if you don't let her serve the food.

Sometimes, letting parents do something for their children is also a way of showing filial piety.

Feng Cuie came over with a bowl of fermented bean curd pork wrapped in a cloth. Lin Yifeng looked at the bright red, marbled fermented bean curd pork and his appetite was immediately whetted.

He picked up a steamed bun, broke it in half, and then placed a piece of fermented bean curd meat with more fat than lean meat on top of the bun.

What is a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)?

What we call it now is roujiamo!

The steamed bun with fermented bean curd and pork filling explodes in your mouth with a rich aroma when you take a small bite.

The salty and savory flavor of fermented bean curd, the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes, and the rich aroma of fatty meat blended together, making Lin Yifeng's eyes squint as he ate.

"Who made this braised pork with fermented bean curd?!"

"It's so delicious!"

Lin Yifeng praised her, and Bai Yejin's eyes instantly narrowed into crescent shapes upon hearing this.

The highest honor for a chef is the praise of diners.

Lin Yifeng's praise made Bai Yejin feel very happy.

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