Chapter 1283 Why Men Cook

Li Ye turned his head in surprise and looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a woman coming down from the attic while combing her hair and yawning as she walked.

Several families nearby seemed to have made an appointment as well. Women came out one after another, and they all looked like they had just woken up.

Li Ye's sharp eyes noticed the calluses on their hands, as well as their strong and fierce nature.

It was only then that Li Ye remembered that when there were mass layoffs in the 1990s, there were a lot of textile workers in Shanghai.

Most of them have to work night shifts, which is very hard.

Hearing the woman's contempt, a man who was cooking said unhappily: "It is indeed hard for you to work the night shift, but we are not here for the night shift pay."

"Forget it! If we earn less than you, will you cook for us? Who is stupider?"

“.”

A woman interrupted her husband's explanation and asked Li Ye: "Young man, is that right?"

[So this is how Shanghai men learn to cook? ]

Li Ye immediately said, "Sister, what you said makes sense. My wife is more capable than me, so I am the best cook at home."

“Hahahahaha~”

"You're married so young? Well, your wife is very beautiful!"

"So you can cook too! Your wife is really lucky."

A group of female workers burst into laughter, and Wen Leyu also laughed.

If we talk about the most capable person in the Li family, Wen Leyu may not be the first, but she is also working hard for this family. As long as you try your best for this family, the man in the family will naturally love you.

Men in Shanghai can all cook, not because they are gentle, but because their wives are very capable.

"Brother, you really know how to cook?"

"Of course, I cook northern food very well."

"Northern cuisine is too strong, it's different from our style."

"Yes, northern food is heavy in oil and salt, so it's suitable for people with big appetites."

"People in the north have a big appetite. The other day I saw a northerner eating three baskets of xiaolongbao in one go."

"Oh, I have to eat four baskets to be half full."

“Hahahaha~”

After hearing Li Ye’s answer, the men who were cooking immediately treated him as one of their own. They chatted with each other for a long time before saying goodbye to him with reluctance.

"You know, Li Ye, the most delicious dish I've ever eaten in my life was the stew you made when we were in the Second Grain Store. After we arrived in the capital, I never tasted that flavor again."

"When we were at the Second Grain Store? Wasn't it Jiang Xiaoyan who cooked all the food back then?"

"Jiang Xiaoyan is not as good as you. She is reluctant to use more oil and can't control the heat well. But at that time, I was embarrassed to ask you to take charge of the cooking, so now I think about it, I really regret it."

"Why are you so regretful? I'll make you another stew when we get home, and I promise it'll taste just like the original one."

"Yeah, that's fine too."

Li Ye held Wen Leyu's hand and walked through the alley, bypassing one honeycomb coal stove after another, talking about the cherished past.

Only those who have experienced hard times can understand the difference between these down-to-earth and ordinary home-cooked meals and the shark fin and abalone banquets in big hotels.

However, just as the two of them passed a corner, Li Ye suddenly pulled Wen Leyu back two steps, as if he saw something.

Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye in surprise, then poked his head out from behind the corner and looked over, but didn't see anything unusual.

Then she asked in confusion: "What's wrong? What did you see?"

Li Ye said in a low voice with a serious expression: "I know that man with long hair."

“.”

Wen Leyu followed Li Ye's gaze and saw a "different" man.

The man was over 1.80 meters tall, with messy and flowing medium-long hair. Although he was wearing simple shorts and a vest, he exuded the air of a wandering artist.

It was Tang Zhiyu who told Li Ye a few days ago that he wanted to travel to every corner of the world with Fu Guiyin.

Wen Leyu asked in a low voice: "Who is that person?"

Li Ye slowly shook his head and said, "The situation may be a little complicated. I'll tell you later."

At this time, Tang Zhiyu was wearing an apron and cooking with one hand, while holding a book in the other hand, occasionally turning a few pages.

This surprised Li Ye very much, because a few days ago he saw Tang Zhiyu holding a book when he got off the BMW 850. At that time he thought he was pretending to be artistic, but now it seems that he is not.

If you want to pretend to be artistic, you must have an audience, otherwise who are you pretending for?

"Is the meal ready?"

A woman walked up to Tang Zhiyu and took over the work in his hands.

Tang Zhiyu smiled, turned around to get a lunch box, cooperated with the woman to cook the meal, and then used chopsticks to put the best meat and vegetables into the lunch box for her.

"I can't finish so much, just eat it!"

"I don't work, why do I need to eat so much? You've lost weight recently because of your evening snacks."

“.”

Li Ye was shocked because he was 100% sure that Tang Zhiyu and this woman were husband and wife, so what was going on between him and Fu Guiyin?

Fu Guiyin said in person that she wanted to marry him.

The woman took the lunch box and walked out of the alley. Li Ye quickly pulled Wen Leyu away.

Then Li Ye told Wen Leyu about Tang Zhiyu's situation.

Wen Leyu was also very surprised: "You said he is your uncle-in-law?"

"What uncle-in-law? I don't recognize that kind of relative, and this guy seems to be a liar!"

Li Ye really couldn't figure out how Tang Zhiyu had deceived Fu Guiyin.

Fu Guiyin is a playboy who has been wandering around the world for decades and has met countless men of all kinds. How could she not be able to tell the quality of Tang Zhiyu?

How could a housewife living in an alley pretend to be an artist who “likes to travel around”?

【Is it all based on reading? 】

Li Ye recalled carefully at this time and remembered that what Tang Zhiyu was holding in his hand was a foreign novel, and the one he just took might also be a foreign novel.

If he could disguise himself as a wandering artist just by relying on fragments of content from a novel, then this guy must be too skilled, right?

With such high level of Taoism skills, how come he is cooking in an alley?

Li Ye asked Wen Leyu, but Wen Leyu couldn't figure it out either.

But at this moment, Tang Zhiyu suddenly came out of the alley.

At this time, Tang Zhiyu had changed his clothes, wearing British style from head to toe, and holding a foreign book in his hand.

Wen Leyu suddenly said, "I know why he was able to deceive your aunt."

Li Ye asked in surprise: "Why?"

Wen Leyu said: "When any woman comes into contact with a man, she will always pay attention to his appearance first. If his appearance is very consistent with the woman's preferences, then her vigilance will be greatly reduced."

"You have a point. Fu Guiyin does like this type of him."

Li Ye admired Wen Leyu's judgment very much, because Mr. Ai at the beginning was also the same type of person as Tang Zhiyu. However, Li Ye suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Wen Leyu.

"Xiaoyu, when you first met me."

"Come on, let's follow and see."

Wen Leyu didn't even wait for Li Ye to finish speaking, and pulled him to chase after Tang Zhiyu.

But looking at her cheeks that suddenly turned red, she was obviously a little embarrassed.

Of course Li Ye couldn't give up, and asked mischievously: "No, it turns out that you lowered your guard against me, so I had a chance? Then am I nothing but a useless person?"

"Oh, I let my guard down around you, but my mom won't let it go. You are excellent in all aspects, okay? You are not an embroidered pillow. Don't ask me anymore. If you ask again, I will lose you."

“.”

Wen Leyu pulled Li Ye and hurriedly tracked Tang Zhiyu, just like in a spy movie, following him for two streets and finally to a cafe.

Seeing Tang Zhiyu walk into the cafe and sit at the window seat, Wen Leyu pulled Li Ye to go in.

But Li Ye said boringly: "Don't follow him, that person knows me, and he wants to practice the thirteen ways to drink coffee. We don't understand the life of an artist, so let him be!"

But Wen Leyu said, "Isn't he lying? Even if you don't recognize the relative from Malaysia, what about the textile worker just now?"

Li Ye frowned and said hesitantly: "How about I tell Fu Guiyin?"

Wen Leyu did not comment, but his eyes gradually became sharp as he looked towards the cafe.

A woman who works hard at night to earn night shift pay and supports her artistic husband who does not work, but this husband is going to abandon her and travel around the world with another woman.

"Deserve to die~"

Wen Leyu gritted his teeth and said two words.

Li Ye smiled and did not express his opinion. After all, he did not want to get involved in the cause and effect of Fu Guiyin and Tang Zhiyu.

But the next moment, his expression changed.

Because a boy in his twenties walked into the cafe and sat in front of Tang Zhiyu.

"Xiao Yu, go in quietly, sit next to them and listen to what they are talking about."

Wen Leyu asked in confusion: "Why did you change your mind now?"

Li Ye whispered: "That young man is Fu Guiyin's biological son, and he was also our mother's adopted son."

Wen Leyu exclaimed, "You said he is Fu Zhiman?"

Li Ye asked in surprise: "You still know him?"

Wen Leyu muttered: "Of course I know, Xiao Ruo told me that our mother raised him for thirteen years, but he turned out to be an ungrateful wolf."

Li Ye nodded and said, "This Fu Zhiman has a bad character, so I don't think he likes Tang Zhiyu. After all, this stepfather may take away Fu Guiyin's property."

People often say that your children cannot take away your property, but your spouse can.

Therefore, if Tang Zhiyu married Fu Guiyin, Fu Zhiman would not be the first in line to inherit Fu Guiyin's property.

"Okay, then I'll go in and listen."

Wen Leyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately walked into the cafe excitedly. She had never done such a thing in her life!

After Wen Leyu entered, he sat next to Tang Zhiyu very smoothly. What was even smoother was that Tang Zhiyu and Fu Zhiman spoke English, so they were not shy about the content of their conversation.

Wen Leyu, however, is a graduate of the English Department of Peking University.

(End of this chapter)