Chapter 22 Changing Mother An's Cooking Habits

An's mother was so angry that she strode out of the kitchen, out of sight, out of mind.

Let her have her way, just this once.

"Mom, why are you out? Who is cooking in the kitchen? It smells so good!"

An Jianjun was a little worried about Feng Jiaojiao. He didn't know what she had been doing all morning. I hope she didn't have an argument with her fourth brother's wife's family.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw her mother coming out of the kitchen angrily.

"Your wife!"

"Hurry up and go in and take a look at what your wife has done!" Mother An saw the third son coming back and complained to her son.

An Jianjun didn't expect that it would be Feng Jiaojiao who opened the kitchen, so he hurriedly strode in, careful not to cut his hands.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Feng Jiaojiao wielding a spatula with great vigor, and an enticing aroma emanated from the pot.

"You...you can cook?" An Jianjun thought Feng Jiaojiao couldn't do anything, but he didn't expect her to be quite good at it.

"You underestimated me, I guess. I'm not just an ordinary person. What I made was quite delicious."

Feng Jiaojiao thought that she must eat more later. It was so delicious. She was almost starving to death during the few days she spent at the educated youth point. All she had was boiled vegetables and potatoes without even a drop of oil.

Seeing Feng Jiaojiao in high spirits, An Jianjun's mouth corners kept rising. He glanced forward and his pupils shrank slightly.

He seemed to know why his mother was so angry, and Feng Jiaojiao directly dug a big hole with his mother's oil can.

You should know that her mother's most precious thing is her oil jar. When her eldest and second sisters-in-law cook, she always watches from the side, for fear that they will use too much and waste it.

It's impossible for this family to not plan for food. Without planning, there would be no food. Mother always distributes food according to experience, so that everyone can eat about 70% full.

The oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and sugar used in the kitchen are even more precious.

"Well, not bad, it makes me hungry just by looking at it." What could An Jianjun do but praise it.

Even if you just got married, you still have some self-awareness as a husband, so you can only praise him at this time.

An's mother went into the kitchen again.

Seeing his son look so worthless made him even angrier.

"Mom, why are you back again?" An Jianjun saw his mother glaring at him and subconsciously dodged.

"Hmph, if I don't come back to watch, my oil can will be emptied out by this meal today."

Mother An was still worried. With her gone, Feng Jiaojiao would have more free access to the kitchen. She had to come back to keep an eye on it, otherwise all the things in the kitchen would be wasted by her.

"Mom, I will find a way to make up for the oil you lost this afternoon. Don't be angry. Sit down and rest for a while. I will light the fire." An Jianjun thought that Feng Jiaojiao was probably greedy, so he prepared to buy some meat.

"Hmph, it's up to you!" Anyway, all I have to do is restore her oil can to its original state.

"Wow, whose food smells so good? I can smell it from up here." Mrs. An had been working for most of the day and was so hungry that her stomach had been rumbling all morning.

"Well, it's really fragrant. This dish must have been cooked with a lot of oil, otherwise how could it be so fragrant." The second son's wife also smelled it.

"Okay, stop dreaming. It's impossible for our mother to use so much oil when cooking. She must have bought meat from someone else." The eldest son knew his mother very well. She would definitely not do such a wasteful thing.

"That's not right, big brother. This taste doesn't come from any restaurant." The fourth brother's sensitive nose had long memorized the taste of each restaurant's food. This taste didn't belong to any one restaurant.

"Okay, fourth brother, your nose is sharper than a dog's, you can even smell it!" The second brother patted the fourth brother's shoulder.

"Hmph, second brother, I'm not bragging. I can guess almost exactly what kind of food and dishes are cooked when the families around us lift the lid of the pot." The fourth brother said proudly.

The main thing is that there is not much variety now. Every household has the same few dishes: potatoes, cabbage, eggplant, peppers and stewed beans.

"Then can you guess who made this dish?" asked the second brother.

The fourth child cleverly judged by following the wind direction, "I know, it's our house. I'll take a look first." After saying that, he ran away.

As we got closer, the smell became more fragrant. It really was their place.