After An Hua's first experience of cooking, she was determined to avenge her previous failure.

The key point is to be proficient in using the earthen stove.

After consulting Zhou Meihua and practicing continuously, An Hua was finally able to use the earthen stove more freely.

That day, Xiao Zheng smelled a strong fragrance as soon as he returned home.

"Dad, come and see, Mom has cooked something to eat!" Dongdong noticed that his father had returned and ran out immediately, waving his little hand to greet him.

Xiao Zheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, took off his hat and held it in his hand, then followed his son to the table.

There were already two dishes and a soup on the table, scrambled eggs with cucumber and a plate of pickled vegetables. Xiao Zheng stirred the soup with some dried shrimps and tofu.

"The food is here——"

Xiao Zheng looked in the direction of the shouting, and saw An Hua coming over with a plate of braised pork.

The braised pork with thick oil and sauce looks even more shiny and oily against the snow-white background of the plate, which is extremely tempting.

Xiao Zheng couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "You did all this?"

Dong Dong answered quickly: "My amazing mother did all this!"

An Hua waved her hand at her son and said, "Keep a low profile."

Xiao Zheng smiled.

Regardless of whether the dishes on the table are delicious or not, their appearance alone is enough to make them excellent. No one would doubt that they were prepared by a chef from a state-owned restaurant.

Xiao Zheng was about to pick up his chopsticks, but An Hua stopped him: "You haven't washed your hands yet, go wash your hands quickly."

Xiao Zheng really hadn't developed the habit of washing his hands before meals. He would wash when he remembered and not wash when he forgot. After An Hua's reminder, he went to do it obediently.

Seeing this, An Hua nodded with satisfaction.

This man really listens to what you say, so it seems that it won't be that difficult to change his other habits.

After coming back, he couldn't wait to pick up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth.

Then he looked at An Hua with shining eyes.

An Hua asked: "How is it?"

Xiao Zheng's culture is limited, so I don't know how to describe it, but I just give him a thumbs up and say, "Eat it!"

An Hua immediately smiled with eyes curved, "Then eat more."

"Mom, mom, mom, mom..." Dongdong was unhappy when he saw that his mother was only looking at his father. After attracting his mother's attention, he said, "You say, Dongdong, eat more too."

An Hua smiled and stretched out her finger to hook his chin, "We should eat more, Dongdong."

Dongdong was satisfied then.

"You've put a lot of effort into learning how to use the earthen stove these days, right?" Xiao Zheng glanced at An Hua.

An Hua stretched out her hand, showing the scratches on the back of her hand caused by firewood, as well as the scars caused by splashes of oil.

Without saying a word, Xiao Zheng's emotions were surging. He felt distressed, guilty, and a sense of happiness that could not be described in words.

He rubbed the marks on the back of her hand with his fingertips, carefully.

The friction of the rough skin made An Hua feel itchy. She turned her hand over and scratched his palm.

The trembling that started from the palm of his hand quickly spread throughout his body. Xiao Zheng quickly withdrew his hand and lowered his head to eat his meal.

He changed the subject: "I have a day off tomorrow. I will try to buy the stones in the morning and repair the road in the afternoon."

"What about the toilet? When can we start the renovation? I have already given you the design drawings." An Hua felt that there was no rush for anything else. The main thing was to repair the toilet first.

"I've seen your design. Cement also said that the water tank and water pipes must be made of chemical board. I asked someone to buy some from another place, but it won't be back soon."

An Hua nodded.

Xiao Zheng glanced at An Hua and suggested, "Why don't we follow our teacher's example and cover the yard with stone slabs or cement, so that when it rains there won't be any mud spots."

At this time, Xiao Zheng had completely forgotten how he sneered at it when his teacher's yard was first built.

The only thought in his mind at this moment was that An Hua would probably prefer a living environment without any dirt, just like his teacher's wife.