Shen Qinghe knew who the person was, of course. He had heard from Aunt Feng'e that his sister-in-law's parents had recently found an apprentice who looked somewhat like his elder brother.
Upon hearing this news, a strange feeling involuntarily arose in his heart. He didn't believe that his sister-in-law would fall in love with someone else, but he was also a little worried. What if that person really looked like his older brother? But seeing him today put his mind at ease.
This person looked two or three years older than him. At first glance, his eyebrows and eyes did resemble his older brother's, but only by a few points. This person's expression was more innocent and naive, lacking his older brother's depth and composure.
Not to mention compared to his elder brother, even compared to himself, he could probably easily overpower him in terms of aura. Shen Qinghe shook his head inwardly, and the slight ripple in his heart gradually subsided. His sister-in-law would never be interested in him.
Shen Qingze and Shen Qingyu were probably too young, and the image of their older brother in their minds was gradually becoming blurry. At this moment, they were still immersed in the rich aroma of the soufflé.
Gu had met Fang Muyun before, and as a mother herself, how could she not guess what Meng's parents were thinking? But as Meng Zhao's mother-in-law and Shen Qing'an's mother, how could she really be without any reservations? At this moment, she was still unsure of Meng Zhao's intentions, so she didn't say much.
Meng Zhao stood there, feeling extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed. If she really had those thoughts, she wouldn't feel anything, since it was her choice anyway. The problem was that she didn't, and being unfairly blamed made her feel really bad.
Meng Dashan was oblivious to everything. In his eyes, only his daughter's thoughts mattered most. He didn't care whether the Shen family would feel embarrassed.
After he entered the room, he picked up the last soufflé.
"Mu Yun, this is a kind of pastry that Zhao Zhao made herself. My arms are still sore from making it. It's a pity that there's only one left. Do you want some?"
Fang Muyun's gaze was fixed on the soufflé on the plate. It was fluffy and soft, like clouds in the sky, and occasionally emitted a sweet aroma. Without hesitation, she nodded and reached out her hand.
"Of course I want to eat it! Thank you, Master!" Fang Muyun's voice was filled with barely suppressed joy.
Hearing this, Shen Qinghe smiled, but Meng Dashan narrowed his eyes and said, "You child, when you come across something good, you only think about yourself and don't even know to offer it to your master first."
Upon hearing this, Fang Muyun froze on the spot, his hand outstretched, looking somewhat bewildered.
It was thanks to Xu Yunrong who stepped forward to rescue him, taking the soufflé from Meng Dashan and handing it to Fang Muyun.
"Xiao Fang, don't mind him. Zhao Zhao knew you were late, so she specially saved this for you. Don't worry about eating it."
As Xu Yunrong spoke, she casually patted Meng Dashan and scolded him affectionately, "You really are something, how come you're arguing with your apprentice over food?"
Meng Zhao also felt that his father was sometimes a bit childish, so he said at the right time, "Dad, if you like this soufflé, we can make a few more."
"Who else wants to eat? Let's all say so," she said, turning to the others in the room.
Upon hearing this, everyone became interested and raised their hands. Shen Qingze was especially excited and jumped up from his seat. "I want to eat! I want to eat! Sister-in-law, the soufflé is so delicious! I'll wash the crabapples for you right now!"
Seeing that everyone still wanted to eat, Meng Zhao started the fire again without saying a word. Shen Qinghe saw that the charcoal in the basin was almost used up, so he went outside to get another basin of charcoal.
When he returned, he saw Meng Dashan and Fang Muyun each using an egg beater to whip egg whites. After washing his hands, he walked over to Meng Dashan.
"Uncle, you must have had a long day. Why don't you sit down and rest? Let me take care of the rest."
Meng Dashan didn't stand on ceremony, handed over the basin, and patted Shen Qinghe on the shoulder, "Good lad, you have some sense, not bad, not bad."
Because they were going to eat later, Meng Zhao didn't make the soufflé very big this time; it was small, like a mini cake.
Shen Qinghe frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a competitive spirit. His movements became even faster. Fang Muyun next to him was not to be outdone and sped up as well. The two of them were beating egg whites with great enthusiasm. Meng Zhao, however, was not affected at all. He continued to slowly simmer the jam, occasionally using a small spatula to press the heated crabapples to extract the juice.
Seeing her serious expression, Xu Yunrong smiled and shook her head. "Making this is so complicated. I don't know how you came up with this idea. But if it were me, I would rather eat less than go through all that trouble."
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhao still wore a faint smile on her face. "Mother, you don't understand. The fact that we're in the mood to prepare food shows that we're doing well. In short, Mother, just wait to eat. Father and I will take care of the rest."
When the new batch of soufflés came out of the oven, everyone ate one. When Meng Zhao saw that the two children wanted to continue eating, he stopped them.
"There will be plenty of delicious food later. If you fill your stomachs now, you won't have room for anything else later."
The two children were well-behaved and didn't keep asking for food. Since there were many people to help today, and the children running around would only get in the way, Meng Zhao asked Xiao Chuan to lead the two children to play on the tatami mat.
The Gu family had almost finished preparing the dishes, and Meng Zhao specifically said that she would cook a few dishes herself today, so she turned around and went to the small kitchen to get busy.
Although today's dishes were still mainly home-style, Meng Zhao put in a lot of effort, preparing several kinds of meat and vegetables. Wei Jingyun was skillful and carefully arranged the dishes Meng Zhao had prepared on plates, making them look even more exquisite.
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