"What are you two doing?"

Zhao Meiya came over and saw that they were all staring in the same direction. She felt strange and asked, "Are you looking for ants on your stomach?"

He Ruixue was frightened by what she said, "No, Mom, my belly seemed to move a little just now. Do you think it was the baby saying hello to us?"

Zhao Meiya was overjoyed, "Dongbao, don't make me laugh, your belly is not even three months old, how can you move?

I see you are hungry and your stomach is churning. Wait, mom will make you some steamed egg cake."

He Ruixue certainly knew that it would take four months for the fetus to feel obvious movements, such as stretching its hands and kicking its feet.

But doesn't she think that her child might be gifted and develop faster than others?

It turned out to be a misunderstanding. She said with embarrassment, "Mom, don't worry, I'm really not hungry."

"Why aren't you hungry? You're eating for two, and you don't want eggs? How about sweet potato candy? And glutinous rice candy?"

"Mom, you're treating me like a child."

"In my heart, you are still a child, and you have never changed.

"Xiao Jiang, do you want to eat some? I remember you like light meals. I'll kill the fish for you later, steam it with some scallions and ginger, and drizzle it with the soy sauce and sesame oil I just caught. It's so delicious!"

Jiang Yanxu touched his belly, hesitating and not knowing how to start.

His instinct told him that he was not hungry, but an inexplicable feeling came from the people around him, signaling him to eat.

Seeing his appearance, He Ruixue knew what was going on and rushed to say, "Okay, I'm hungry after hearing what Mom said. Don't do it yourself, let Third Brother do it."

This is the flaw of the Sharing Weal and Woe card. Hunger is also a feeling. Once it is shared, she often has the illusion that she does not need to eat.

If Jiang Yanxu hadn't reminded her in time, and her family hadn't found ways to make delicious food for her and persuaded her to eat more, the baby in her belly might have been malnourished.

When Zhao Meiya heard her ask He Qiu Sheng to cook, she looked lonely and her tone was sour.

"Now that he's a master chef, you guys are happy to eat his cooking and you all dislike Mom's cooking."

Of course, it was the little girl who said that that made her particularly concerned. If it were He Chunsheng, she would have hit him with a spatula a long time ago.

If you want to eat, eat. If you don’t want to eat, get out. If you have the guts, don’t eat my food since you were born and go out to beg for food.

He Ruixue quickly stood up and hugged her arms, acting like a spoiled child skillfully, "Mom, how can I dislike you? When have I never eaten up all the food you cooked?

Isn't it because I'm worried that you'll be tired? Flipping the wok and chopping vegetables doesn't require any strength, so I can just order Third Brother around. Anyway, I don't have to feel sorry for him."

The corners of Zhao Meiya's lips were about to fly up to the sky. She patted her hand lightly and said unhappily, "You only know how to coax me. Wait."

She walked out the door, took a deep breath, and yelled towards the yard next door, "Qiu Sheng, come here quickly, Mom wants to talk to you about something. I have to keep watch tonight, and you are not allowed to sleep!"

He Qiu Sheng, who was sitting in the house with his legs crossed and eating melon seeds, was startled when he suddenly heard his own name.

After putting on his coat, he slowly got up from the bed and walked through the small door yawning. "Mom, it's New Year's Day, what do you want from me?"

"Go cook for your sister. She's hungry. Remember to make a few more dishes. Xiao Jiang also wants to eat.

Look at your hair. If you don't tidy it up, what will happen if it falls into the food?"

He Qiusheng scratched his head and said, "I just made a big table of New Year's Eve dinner, and most of it is left uneaten. You can go and heat it up for her and just have a bite."

"Your sister is only fit to eat leftovers. It's Chinese New Year, and she can't even eat some fresh food. She will have a hard time in the coming year. Is there any brother like you?

I don't know how many times you've pushed for any work I've asked you to do. It's the same at work too. You're the least proactive of all the cooks out there. I'm just waiting for the day when the boss gets upset and you're the first one to be sent back."

He Qiusheng quickly surrendered, "Okay, Mom, stop talking, I'll go right away."

"Remember to wash your face, and your hands. It's really rude of you to start cutting vegetables right after touching your hair."

The reason why Zhao Meiya was angry was not only because of his casual attitude, but also because he was lazy a lot during work.

The last time Zhu Haihui came to see He Ruixue, he mentioned that Qiu Sheng had good talent and worked carefully, but was too lazy.

He would move when told to, but as long as he wasn't told, he would rather sit there in a daze and doze off than clean up the chopping board.

In simple terms, it means that there is no life in one's eyes.

Fortunately, Zhu Haihui accepted the money and was a kind-hearted person with a good temper, so he really taught with all his heart.

Whenever he changed masters, they would ask him to follow the traditional learning process, doing odd jobs for at least three years and working for two years before he could learn some real skills.

Not to mention serving tea and water, I also have to help the master clean the house, pick up and drop off the children, loosen the soil and water the master's wife's vegetable garden, and even bathe, feed and take care of the master's dog.

People like He Qiu Sheng who are afraid of heavy tasks and always think about slacking off are lucky enough to complete the assigned tasks without any compromise. Their usual ways of being lazy are endless.

He Ruixue has done Zhu Haihui a favor, so she won't make things too difficult for her brother.

But if you want to appreciate him more, such as taking him as your last disciple, that is impossible.

The first thing he looks for in an apprentice is character. Otherwise, even if the chef god from heaven came down to earth or a genius who was born with the ability to cook, it would be useless.

When Zhao Meiya heard this, it was like stirring up a hornet's nest.

She felt that her son had lost a great opportunity to improve himself because of his laziness, so she scolded him for three whole days.

What’s even more infuriating is that He Qiu Sheng didn’t even bother to refute her. He just let her scold him and let it go in one ear and out the other, like a piece of wood.

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