The weasel stood at the door of the child's house carrying a basket full of food, his heart full of tension and anticipation.
It hadn't seen its wife and children for some time, so this time it brought fish porridge and pickled cucumbers that it had made itself, hoping to get their forgiveness.
The child heard a knock on the door and came over impatiently to open it.
Seeing that it was his father, his face instantly darkened: "Why are you here again?"
It hated its father because when it was an adventurer, he left his family behind for work. Later, when its father quit the adventure team, it thought that its father would change, but it was still the same, not even noticing that its mother was sick.
So in a rage, it took its mother back to its home and refused to let its father in.
The weasel quickly said, "Child, I really want to make amends. I don't know what I can do to make you feel it. I made some of your mother's favorite fish porridge and pickled cucumbers, as well as canned peaches. I can stay out of the room, but I hope you can give these to her."
The child looked at the basket in the weasel's hand, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
It took the heavy basket and opened it. Inside was a casserole, two jars of pickled cucumbers, and five cans of pink peaches.
The stuff delivered this time is better than last time.
"Did you really do this?" the child asked, with a hint of doubt in his tone.
The weasel nodded and said, "Yes, I learned this from the owner of a cafeteria. I know I didn't do it well enough before, but this time I really want to do something for you."
The child looked at his father's sincere eyes, and the anger in his heart gradually dissipated.
It sighed and turned to go into the house.
The weasel looked at the child's back, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
"You can come in, but don't mess around." The child turned around and put a clean doormat at the door.
The weasel quickly wiped his feet clean on the footpad and followed the child into the house.
The child said, "Mom is upstairs, and she hasn't eaten yet."
"That's perfect. I'll bring the food up. I made a lot. You can eat together." The weasel quickly picked up the basket and said.
The child said nothing, but picked up a tray and cutlery and took his father to the upstairs room.
The weasel's wife heard footsteps coming up the stairs and muttered, "Did you chase your dad away again? Well, it wasn't intentional. Didn't the doctor tell me my flu was a sudden onset? It wasn't your dad who made me sick."
"Well, at least you're sick, so it should show some sign of illness! Like taking the initiative to cook or do some housework or something." The child answered loudly, seemingly speaking intentionally to his father next to him.
"You, you, are as stubborn as your father." The wife was shaking her head and sighing, but suddenly she saw her husband and the child walking into the house, and her eyes widened.
"Long time no see, how are you?" The weasel went up and kissed his wife on the forehead.
It picked up the basket in its hand and said, "I made some fish porridge, pickled cucumbers, and canned peaches. Let's eat together."
The weasel put down the basket, set up the bedside table, put the plates in place, took out the casserole from the basket, scooped some fish porridge into the bowl, took some cucumbers from the pickle jar and put them on the plate, and placed it in front of his wife.
"Come and try it. The after-dinner dessert is canned peaches. If you can't eat them, just leave them aside and eat them when you're better."
The wife smelled a rich aroma from the fish porridge in front of her. She scooped a mouthful with a spoon. The fish meat was tender and the porridge was fragrant, which made her reveal a hint of surprise.
"This fish porridge is well made. How did you learn to make it?" the wife asked curiously.
The weasel said, "I learned this in a restaurant. I told them about my problems, and after the customers and the manager gave me some suggestions, I decided to make you a dish to express my gratitude. I know I have some shortcomings, but as long as you tell me, I can change."
The wife looked at the weasel's sincere eyes and couldn't help laughing. She glanced at the child next to her and said, "Seeing your father like this now, you can rest assured, right?"
The weasel was stunned and didn't understand what this sentence meant.
The wife smiled and said, "I'm actually already healed, but it won't let me go back. It said it wants to teach you a lesson."
"Hmph." The child folded his arms and snorted coldly, "You've passed."
"Now that we've brought it up, let's have dinner together as a family. Both of you mustn't have sullen faces. No bad expressions are allowed at the dinner table," the wife suggested, and she repeated her catchphrase.
The child helped carry the basket, and the weasel helped his wife carry the bowls. The whole family came to the dining table and placed the food one by one.
The wife took another sip of the fish porridge and said, "This porridge is really delicious. It's not easy for you to make it like this for the first time."
The weasel confessed honestly, "The store filleted the fish for me. I can't cut it myself, but I wrote down the method and can make it for you later."
"That's great." The wife took another bite of the pickled cucumber. The cucumber soaked in the hot and sour sauce was particularly refreshing and delicious with the porridge.
Canned peaches are also very delicious. The peaches have been stewed until they are soft. The juice in the can is sweet mixed with the fragrance of peaches. You can't stop drinking it.
The weasel sat next to his wife and children, and together they tasted the food he had made.
It also expresses his longing and love for his wife and children.
"I really miss you. An animal taught me that if you miss someone, you should let them know. Of course, you should not only say it, but also do it." The weasel said seriously.
The wife smiled, looking at the weasel, then at her child: "It seems your father really learned something this time."
"You've learned it, but whether you can keep it is another matter." The child complained, but the expression on his face was much better now.
"From now on, I can make you fish porridge whenever you want," the weasel scratched his head. "But the other dishes will have to wait a while. I still need to learn. But I can take you to that restaurant. The owner's cooking skills are very good."
The family of three sat together and enjoyed this warm dinner.
The weasel felt extremely happy because it knew that as long as it put its heart into it, everything could start over again.
On the other side, Mingyue also received a notification that the task was completed.
[The weasel's commission has been completed, and 50 points of satisfaction are awarded.]
She told the good news to Mianbao and Xiaoman. Compared with the cold reminder, the two little ones' cheering looks seemed more real.
Food can convey emotions, and having companions with whom you can share food and good news is also a kind of happiness.
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