A few days later, Zhenzhen came home from school and announced to everyone that Aiden would bring his parents to dinner at home on the weekend.

"Aiden said his parents are very pitiful. They have never eaten Chinese food in their lives. He also wants his parents to taste Chinese food, so he hopes to bring his parents along. Is that okay, auntie?" Children are the best at observing people's expressions. They know that what their aunt says is more effective than what their grandmother says at home, so they subconsciously asked Huang Wanzhen.

Huang Wanzhen smiled and nodded, "No problem. Is there anything you want to eat this weekend?"

Zhenzhen waved her hand and said, "I'm not picky about food. I like everything. Just make whatever Auntie wants."

Huang Wanzhen thought about it and realized that Americans seemed to like chicken more, so she decided to make more dishes using chicken as an ingredient.

Early in the morning on the weekend, Huang Wanzhen took Zhao Dahahua and Zhenzhen to the market to purchase goods. According to the list written in advance, Huang Wanzhen bought two large bags.

When the food was delivered to the kitchen, everyone joined in. Huang Wanzhen and Zhenzhen helped wash the vegetables, while the others each selected ingredients and cooked their own specialty.

When Aiden brought his parents, Gene and Mrs. Gene, to the house, they saw steaming roast chicken, Kung Pao chicken, sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour pork tenderloin and braised fish on the table.

Mrs. Jean handed over a bouquet of flowers and said with a smile, "Thank you for the invitation, Per."

Huang Wanzhen took it with a smile, "You're welcome. Sit on the sofa for a while. There are still a few dishes left to cook."

At this time, Gene handed over a bottle of white wine. "Oh! Good food goes well with good wine. It seems we are in for a treat today."

Huang Wanzhen handed the flowers to Zhenzhen, took the white wine, and said with a smile, "Well, let's enjoy delicious food and fine wine together at noon today."

Although white people discriminate against Asians, at least those who come as guests will not show impolite behavior in front of Chinese people. Both sides are very polite. Zhenzhen can't wait to invite Aiden to see the Chinese food making process.

When all the dishes were served, Gene and Mrs. Gene realized that there were so many more dishes they were going to eat at noon besides the few dishes they had just seen.

Aiden's mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh my god! This could feed an army. More food than we had for Christmas."

Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "This is the first time Zhenzhen invited good friends back for dinner, so we take it very seriously. We won't do that next time. Everyone, please take a seat."

Kung Pao Chicken was loved by the three guests. Even the soup at the bottom of the plate was used by Aiden to soak up his rice. In addition, Aiden also liked roast chicken, while Gene liked sweet and sour pork. Mrs. Gene enjoyed half a plate of sweet and sour pork alone.

But they did not touch the plate of braised fish. Later, Huang Wanzhen learned from Zhenzhen that they were frightened when they saw the braised fish served on the table with the fish head still attached, and they did not even dare to taste it.

As Zhenzhen spoke, she rolled her eyes imitating her aunt. "Oh! Americans are so useless. They look so tall and big, but they are so timid. They were scared by a fish with a leader. They really don't understand the charm of braised fish."

When Jenny came again, Huang Wanzhen was much more experienced and only prepared a large portion of Kung Pao Chicken, plus roast chicken, sweet and sour pork and braised pork ribs.

From then on, Zhenzhen became famous at school. Aiden said that the food at Zhenzhen's house was better than what the British royal family ate, and that the dishes piled high could feed an army. Jenny said that her family had a Kung Pao Chicken dish that was incredibly delicious and the best dish in the world, and Aiden agreed.

Before long, word spread throughout the school that Zhenzhen was born into a royal family in China. Her Chinese name was Huang Zhenzhen, and that every meal had more than a hundred dishes, each of which was extremely precious and delicious.

Many children were vying to visit Zhenzhen's home, but to be a guest, they had to at least be friends and get an invitation from Zhenzhen. Zhenzhen had inexplicably become very popular, and every once in a while, her classmates would come to her home with their parents for dinner, and of course, Zhenzhen had been invited by many of her classmates as well.

Huang Wanzhen was puzzled. Could the food at home be so delicious? One weekend, Huang Wanzhen took a group of people to a famous Chinese restaurant in Boston. They found that there were only five dishes, and every one of them was smothered in ketchup. It was so greasy that every bite was smeared in the mouth.

"This is not made with our Chinese seasonings at all. It's not tasty at all." Mrs. Huang put down her chopsticks in disgust, and Zhenzhen followed suit and stopped eating.

After a few minutes, only Zhao Dahua was still eating.

Huang Wanzhen asked her, "Do you like eating it?"

Zhao Dahua shook her head. "I'm hungry. Besides, there are so many dishes. If you don't eat them, wouldn't it be a waste? I just looked at the price list. The food here is not cheap."

"Dahua, if you don't want to eat, don't eat." Mrs. Huang wiped Zhenzhen's mouth with a handkerchief, "Let's go home and cook."

Zhao Dahua said with a smile, "It's okay, there's a lot of meat in these dishes, and we can't even get it in our village."

Huang Wanzhen touched her stomach and said, "I don't want to waste it, but it won't accept it. If it gets sick, I'll have to spend money to see a doctor."

Zhao Dahua felt that Mr. Huang was exaggerating. These were all good ingredients, how could one get sick?

Before this thought had even reached a single day, Zhenzhen had diarrhea that night. Mrs. Huang was old, and Huang Wanzhen had to go to school the next day, so Zhao Dahua and Xiuqing had to take turns taking care of Zhenzhen all night.

The next day, Huang Wanzhen came back from school and announced that she had found a good job, which was to open a Chinese restaurant.

"We don't need to choose too many dishes, just five: Kung Pao Chicken, Roast Chicken, Sweet and Sour Pork, Sweet and Sour Pork, and Mapo Tofu. For the main course, choose steamed bread and rice. For the soup, choose West Lake Beef Soup and Tomato and Egg Dumpling Soup. Use smaller and less dumplings."

Everyone can accept the other dishes, except for Mapo Tofu. “There’s no one selling tofu here. To make Mapo Tofu, you have to make tofu.”

Huang Wanzhen nodded. "Yeah, I remember Dahua can make tofu. This can become the specialty of our store. I'll buy some more soybeans and ask Dahua to teach us how to make it. Whoever is free can help make the tofu." She then emphasized Huang Dachui's name. "Dachui, study hard. I guess the responsibility of making tofu will fall on your shoulders in the future."

Huang Dachui patted his chest confidently and said, "No problem!"

Sometimes, men and women are genetically determined to be good at different things.

When the first crop of beans in the Huang family's yard was ready to eat, Huang Dachui passed the driving test, but Zhao Dahua did not dare to take the test. Huang Wanzhen collected a set of questions for her, and she only scored more than 30 points. Huang Wanzhen had no choice but to let Huang Dachui be Zhao Dahua's teacher, and a dual teacher of theory and practice.