Chapter 55 Mom, it's not that she's lazy, it's that I don't let her do it!
"After being rescued from the water, her personality changed drastically..."
Zhong Tinglan sat under the lamp, her fingers repeatedly sliding across the line of words.
There was a morbid excitement and suspicion in her eyes.
This isn't right.
Something's really wrong.
How can someone who falls into the water transform from a pushover into a cunning and scheming person?
There must be something wrong here.
Zhong Tinglan's professional instincts told her that there was a secret hidden here.
A secret that can bring Jiang Wu back to her original form.
But what is this secret?
Possession? Ghost possession?
Zhong Tinglan shook her head, banishing these thoughts from her mind.
She was highly educated, a doctor, and a staunch materialist.
She doesn't believe in these things.
That leaves only one possibility.
This Jiang Wu has been faking it from the very beginning.
Her cowardice and honesty during those years in Jiangjia Village were all a lie.
She had been lying low, waiting for an opportunity.
An opportunity for her to break free from her family of origin.
Qin Lie, her mentally challenged son, was the stepping stone she chose.
This realization sent a chill down Zhong Tinglan's spine.
What a terrifying woman, with such a deep and scheming mind.
She was able to endure such circumstances for so many years.
Zhong Tinglan felt that her son was a foolish target who was bewitched by beauty.
no.
She can't let that happen.
She had to expose this woman's true colors.
But how do we expose it?
Should I take the documents and question her?
It's useless.
That woman has a very good tongue; she can make black seem white.
In Qin Lie's eyes, at that time, it would only be that he, as the mother, was being unreasonable again.
Zhong Tinglan forced herself to calm down.
You can't rush things when dealing with this kind of person.
You need to be more patient than her.
You need to find a way that she can't refute, so that she reveals her true colors.
Zhong Tinglan's gaze swept across the room.
Finally, it landed on the guqin in the corner.
Playing the piano...
Art and literature...
Zhong Tinglan looked at the guqin and had an idea.
Early the next morning.
Qin Lie went to the army for morning exercises.
Jiang Wu had just gotten up and was stretching in the yard when she smelled a rich, sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen.
She was somewhat surprised.
Entering the kitchen, I saw Zhong Tinglan standing in front of the stove wearing a new apron.
Her hands, accustomed to holding scalpels, were now holding kitchen knives, rhythmically chopping things on the cutting board with a "tap tap tap" sound.
Her movements were elegant and precise.
A pot of milky white porridge was bubbling away on the stove.
A small pan next to it was frying golden-brown egg pancakes, which smelled delicious.
On the other side, there was a plate of neatly sliced red fermented bean curd and a small bowl of bright green pickled cucumbers.
this……
"woke up?"
Zhong Tinglan didn't turn around, and spoke calmly.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen anyone make breakfast before?"
“…No.” Jiang Wu told the truth.
She had never seen anyone make breakfast look like a state banquet.
Zhong Tinglan let out a soft snort through her nose.
His voice was filled with pride and disdain.
"Go wash up, it'll be ready to eat soon."
She still spoke in that commanding tone.
But compared to the previous two days, the tone was somewhat gentler today.
Jiang Wu felt something was off, but she didn't ask any further questions.
After she finished washing up, she returned to the kitchen.
Zhong Tinglan had already brought breakfast to the small dining table outside.
A bowl of fragrant and sticky milk oatmeal porridge.
Two fried egg pancakes, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
There are also several kinds of exquisite pickles that cannot be bought locally.
This breakfast was very lavish, unlike what you'd expect on an island.
"Eat up." Zhong Tinglan sat across the table, served herself a bowl of porridge, and sipped it slowly.
Jiang Wu sat down and took a sip of the porridge.
The first taste is a rich milky aroma, the smoothness of oats, and the refreshing sweetness of rock sugar.
It's delicious.
It tastes much better than the plain porridge she usually makes.
She took another bite of the egg pancake.
It contains diced ham and chopped green onions, making it savory and delicious.
Jiang Wu had to admit that Zhong Tinglan's cooking skills were excellent.
It was even better than what the disciple in charge of meals in her sect in her previous life cooked.
"How is it?" Zhong Tinglan put down the spoon and looked up at her.
"Isn't it much tastier than the pig feed you make?"
Her words were still barbed.
But Jiang Wu sensed that Zhong Tinglan was showing off.
"Mom, your cooking is so delicious."
She wore an expression of genuine admiration.
"This is the first time in my life I've ever had such a delicious breakfast."
Flattery will get you everywhere.
Hearing Jiang Wu's compliment, Zhong Tinglan's expression softened considerably.
She kept a straight face and gave a cold snort.
"Hmph, at least you have some knowledge."
“When my family lived in Beijing, we always hired top-notch chefs. I grew up surrounded by them and learned a little bit about it.”
Her tone revealed a sense of superiority stemming from her privileged background.
"Unlike some people who can't even cook properly, yet still have the nerve to occupy the kitchen every day."
Jiang Wu lowered her head and did not refute.
She knew that Zhong Tinglan was declaring war on her in another way.
In yesterday's domestic chores battle, Jiang Wu won by "feigning illness" and Qin Lie's "protection of his own."
Zhong Tinglan changed her strategy today.
She stopped forcing Jiang Wu to do chores and instead cooked herself, using her superb culinary skills to outdo Jiang Wu.
She wanted to prove that what Jiang Wu could do, she could not only do, but do even better.
Jiang Wu wouldn't do that; she's an expert in everything.
This serves to highlight Jiang Wu's incompetence and utter worthlessness.
This tactic is much more sophisticated than yesterday's.
Jiang Wu found it somewhat amusing.
This future mother-in-law has a really strong competitive spirit.
However, since she wants to play, I'll play along with her.
The following lunch and dinner.
Zhong Tinglan completely took over the kitchen.
She somehow managed to get a lot of fresh ingredients that you couldn't find on some islands.
At noon, she prepared four exquisite Shanghai dishes.
Braised eel in hot oil, stir-fried pork belly with clover, deep-fried shrimp, and braised pork and bamboo shoots.
Every dish is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, comparable to those in high-end restaurants.
In the evening, she changed her approach again, preparing a table of light Cantonese dishes.
Poached chicken, steamed sea bass, steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, and a slow-cooked soup.
When Qin Lie returned, he was surprised to see this table full of dishes.
"Mom! You've... brought the kitchen of a state-run restaurant home?"
He exclaimed exaggeratedly.
"Do not speak while eating, do not talk while sleeping. Let's eat!"
Zhong Tinglan glared at him, but couldn't hide her smugness in her eyes.
Qin Lie chuckled and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
Jiang Wu sat to the side, looking at the table full of dishes, a polite smile on her face, filled with admiration.
She neither competed with Zhong Tinglan nor offered any opinions.
She ate whatever Zhong Tinglan made.
While eating, they would occasionally let out a perfectly timed exclamation of praise.
"Mom, how did you cook this shrimp? It's so delicious!"
"Mom, this soup is so delicious! Did you put in some secret ingredient?"
Zhong Tinglan found her demeanor very pleasing.
After the meal, although Zhong Tinglan didn't say anything, her expression wasn't as tense anymore.
Qin Lie was caught between the two women, glancing at one and then at the other, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
But he was a rough man and couldn't understand the intricacies of the situation.
Since there were already delicious dishes on the table, his wife didn't have to lift a finger, and he was happy to see that.
After dinner, Zhong Tinglan sat on the sofa as if it were her right, picked up her teacup and started reading the newspaper.
The meaning is clear: cooking is something she does out of charity, while washing dishes is not her responsibility.
Jiang Wu stood up, preparing to clear the dishes.
Qin Lie grabbed her and held her down.
"Wife, you sit down, I'll do it!"
He rolled up his sleeves and quickly began tidying up the table.
Zhong Tinglan sat on the sofa without even lifting her eyelids, and only let out a soft hum from her nose.
Jiang Wu watched Qin Lie's tall figure bustling about in the small kitchen, and felt a surge of warmth in her heart.
Zhong Tinglan, sitting on the sofa, was inwardly sneering.
Hmph, smug, aren't you?
I'll let you be smug for two more days.
Cooking is just an appetizer.
My real trump card is yet to come!
She simply couldn't believe that a country girl could really be an all-rounder.
There's always something you can't do.
There's always something that will make you reveal your true colors in front of me.
Zhong Tinglan put down the newspaper, her gaze once again falling on the guqin in the corner.
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