Aunt Liu brought the baked pancakes into the living room and invited Zhang and the others to come over for dinner: shredded potatoes with vinegar, scrambled eggs with zucchini, stir-fried celery with bacon, and shredded kelp salad.
"There's some soup in the kitchen. I'll bring it to you later."
"Hurry up and try your aunt's cooking. When I was living in the family compound, I thought I must find a wife with good cooking skills. She can't be like your parents. Look at your aunt, her cooking skills are amazing."
He used the serving chopsticks to pick up a lot of food for her, picked up a piece of pancake and handed it to her, "Eat it while it's hot. This is the specialty of your aunt's family. You have to follow suit and call her Grandma, right?"
I asked my aunt about the relatives from their family.
"Jiang Jiang must call my grandmother 'great-grandmother', or the children will be confused."
Look, her relatives are getting more and more. I wonder if her Jiang Dad and Jiang Mom have any relatives. I think they probably don’t, otherwise how could she go to the Li family?
I drank a mouthful of egg soup and took a bite of pancake. This pancake was delicious, golden and crispy, filled with brown sugar sesame paste, probably because sesame oil was added when diluting the sesame paste.
It is moist and smooth with the aroma of brown sugar, not too sweet, and has a fragrant aroma. The aroma of cake, oil, the sweetness of brown sugar, and the aftertaste of sesame paste are all sesame.
I ate three teeth in a row and gave my aunt a thumbs up. Uncle Liu seemed to praise him. Yes, this old man has found a treasure. My aunt is a good person, beautiful, generous and has a good family background. Now I know that her cooking skills are also good. It can be seen that there is no need to rush into marriage. Good things are worth waiting for.
"By the way, you said that the whole Sichuan Province knew about this. That's not true. This is the information we obtained through joint operations. Probably the whole of North China and Southwest China also knew about it!"
She was choking on the ginger tea she was drinking and started coughing. She was dying! Good news never gets out, but her reputation spreads far and wide. She thought she was a master swordsman, a warrior who could fight for justice and catch spies.
Who would have thought her nickname was "One-Sword Slash"? The internet is full of all sorts of "man-killing artifacts," "man-killing colors," and "man-killing outfits." Now I really want to shout, "Who else? When it comes to "man-killing," who knows as much as she does!"
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