Zhao Yilu was busy in the kitchen. His grandma and grandpa were both young masters and young ladies from wealthy families in Beijing. They didn't know how to do most housework, but during the years he lived with them in the countryside, Zhao Yilu helped with a lot of housework. He was not a problem in making a home-cooked meal, and the taste was pretty good. His grandpa had praised him more than once, saying that the food he cooked was much better than that cooked by his grandma.

Zhao Yilu used the remaining chicken to make chicken soup for Fan Xi, and also made a cold dish of Fan Xi's favorite spicy and sour bamboo shoots. In addition, there was still a plate of fried chicken and rice that Fan Xi had made earlier. Zhao Yilu felt that these three dishes were almost enough.

Of course, he did not forget to set aside a small piece of chicken breast and chop it into small pieces to make some nutritious rice porridge for the two little ones. He had specifically asked his grandmother for advice when he called home before.

The food was cooked and served on the table. Zhao kept calling out, "Wife, it's time to eat!"

After saying that, he wiped his hands clean and went to hug the two little ones.

He put the two little guys on the bamboo cart. Zhao Yilu found two small handkerchiefs and tied them on their chests. Then he brought chicken porridge to feed them.

Fan Xi watched Zhao Yilu skillfully taking care of the two children. He was surprised and couldn't help asking, "Have you taken care of children before?"

Zhao Yilu said as he stirred the porridge in his bowl, "This is my first time, but when I called home, I asked grandma for advice, so I know a little bit. If there's anything I haven't done well, just tell me directly. When I'm home, you can just take a break and relax!"

After saying that, Zhao Yilu scooped up a small spoonful and put it into Xiaoxiao's mouth, and then scooped up another spoonful and put it into Yuanyuan's mouth.

Seeing Fan Xi staring at him motionlessly, Zhao Yilu hurriedly urged him, "Why are you still standing there? Eat it while it's hot and taste my cooking. Drink more chicken soup to replenish your body!"

Fan Xi took a sip of the chicken soup and found it unexpectedly delicious. She picked up some hot and sour bamboo shoots and put them in her mouth. It was comparable to the one made in the state-owned restaurant downstairs. She had never expected that Zhao Yilu's cooking skills were so good. It seemed that she and her children would have a treat in the future.

In the bamboo cart, the two little guys ate with relish. After a while, they finished a small bowl of shredded chicken rice porridge. Zhao Yilu wiped their mouths, put the toy dog on the bamboo cart for them to play with, and then started to accompany Fan Xi to eat.

"How is it? Wife, is the food I cooked delicious?"

Fan Xi nodded reluctantly. "It's just okay, but who did you learn to cook from?"

"I guess I learned it from my grandma. She was a very good cook, and when I was little I always helped light the fire. Later, when Wenhui was a bit of a troublemaker, I went to the countryside with my grandma and grandpa. The conditions there were tough, and my grandma wasn't in good health either. The food they cooked was terrible, so I was the head chef in the family during those years, and I got really good at it as time went by."

"Are grandma and grandpa still in the countryside now?" Fan Xi asked curiously.

"Well, my grandparents were not ordinary people. They used to be the sons and daughters of wealthy families. In order to survive the literary gathering, they donated their house in Beijing to the country and took the initiative to sell their property. They hid in the mountains of Fang County, south of Beijing. That's how they escaped the disaster and settled down here."

"Then they sent you so much money, you shouldn't have accepted it!" Fan Xi said immediately.

Zhao Yilu smiled, "Don't worry, although the house and money have not been donated, they have hidden some of their belongings. They still have a lot of things. Besides, after the literary gathering, grandpa has been rehabilitated. Any painting he paints and sells can be worth a lot of money!"