Chapter 297 Family Food Chain
My uncle screamed, rubbed his waist and turned around with a look of grievance. When he turned around, he saw my aunt's long face. He glanced at my father-in-law and mother-in-law. The smiles of the two elders had disappeared, and my father-in-law's face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it. Everyone at the table was quiet and lowered their heads to eat in silence.
"...Father-in-law, mother-in-law, I, I toast you." The uncle said embarrassedly and quickly raised his glass and drank it all.
"Hong, keep an eye on him! Why does he drink so much? Is alcohol a good thing? He's such a grown man!" The two elders took a sip of the water in front of them politely. Seeing that the eldest uncle drank a glass of white wine one gulp at a time, the grandfather frowned unhappily and said.
"Dad, Mom, today is a happy day. We have three generations living under one roof. Seeing you two elders in good health and spirits, and your younger generations also all having great potential and vitality, I am happy in my heart, and this glass of wine is to express his feelings. I am a sincere person, speak directly, and have a good heart. The words that cannot be expressed in words are all in the wine!"
"Brother, Dad is concerned about you too. Your liver isn't in good condition, so you should drink less. Pengpeng is going to get married and have children in the future, and he's counting on you and your sister. You must ensure good health so you can attend your grandson's full moon banquet, twelfth birthday banquet, and wedding banquet, right?" Father Su quickly and emotionally smoothed things over for his uncle.
"Yes! Yes! My brother-in-law is right. Otherwise, we, who are so simple-minded and straightforward, can't become village party secretaries. Come on, let's have a drink!" The uncle happily filled his glass with wine. Not only did he instantly forget the words of grandfather and Su's father who advised him to drink less, but he also killed the conversation again as soon as he opened his mouth.
My aunt's hand reached out to my uncle's waist again viciously.
The cousin next to him glanced at his father, rolled his eyes, twisted his body, raised his index finger, took the cup from his uncle, and placed it in front of his aunt.
"Tsk! Pengpeng, why give it to your mother? Why don't you drink it yourself? Have one with your grandparents!" The uncle took one look and encouraged with a smack of his lips.
"I won't drink. Mind your own business and don't meddle in other people's business!" The cousin twisted his body and rolled his eyes again.
Zhao Xiaojing ate a bite of crispy pork and a bite of crispy lotus root, and was amazed at the flexibility of her cousin's eyes. This eye roll was genuine, and the level of mockery was comparable to that of Concubine Hua in "Empresses in the Palace".
Just now, while cooking in the kitchen, I vaguely heard my aunt and Su's mother muttering, saying that my cousin is still the same and can't change. It's all because my uncle has many sisters, and they all gave birth to girls. My cousin has been influenced by them since he was a child, and now there is nothing he can do about it.
Zhao Xiaojing was still confused at the time, but now she sees that her cousin is even more charming than the two girls.
"I'm your father!" The uncle was furious and helpless.
Zhao Xiaojing raised her eyebrows and took another bite of the big meatball that Su Yuchen picked up. The meatball was fried and steamed, with pure meat filling. The fried layer on the outside was just to shape it, while the inside was soft and tender, full of juice in the mouth. The meatball was as big as a baby's fist. Sure enough, the dishes and noodles made by grandma were equally solid.
"Then what? So what if you are my father? Your Qing Dynasty died a long time ago, and you still want to restore the country? Don't try that on me!" My cousin kept rolling his eyes, mocking and fighting back with words and actions.
The stir-fried noodles in the middle had been almost scooped out, with only some noodles left at the bottom. Su Yuchen picked up Zhao Xiaojing's bowl, scooped out most of the noodles and the last few strands, and scooped out half a bowl of noodles for himself. He then took a pancake from Su's mother, broke it in half, gave half to Zhao Xiaojing, and ate the other half himself, dipping it in the noodles.
"Yes, yes, I can't control you, and you don't control me!" The eldest uncle was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. He blurted out a sentence after holding it in for a long time. Mother and father Su looked at each other helplessly and pretended to be calm as if nothing had happened. The two elders stared at the food in their bowls without looking away.
Zhao Xiaojing took a bite of the sesame seed cake and then imitated Su Yuchen's sesame seed cake soaking whistle. After tasting it, she smiled slightly. Grandma's cooking has its own unique characteristics and a consistent style. She has clear preferences when making pasta. You can basically tell it's made by the same person just by eating it.
Only the outer shell of the sesame cake is slightly burnt, while the inside seems to be made of unleavened dough. It does not taste as soft as steamed buns, but it is not hard either. It is somewhere between chewy and fluffy, soft with a chewy texture. It seems that my grandmother prefers a similar texture when making pasta.
"I'm afraid you'll drink too much and my mom will clean up after you. Who wants to take care of you?" It was hard to tell whether the eldest cousin was angry or not. He just kept rolling his eyes at his father from all angles, but his light words always made his uncle speechless and helpless.
"Li Feipeng! That's enough!" The aunt gently bumped into the cousin's arm, and the cousin finally rolled his eyes and stopped.
Zhao Xiaojing contentedly used the sesame seed cake to dip up the last mouthful of noodle soup in the whistle. The wheat aroma of the sesame seed cake and the batter aroma of the soup doubled the joy of eating noodles. The name of the carbohydrate bomb is not exaggerated. Eating carbohydrates really makes people happy.
"Where's my whistle?!" My cousin had just come off the battlefield and was about to scoop up the most delicious whistle from the bottom of the stir-fried noodles. Seeing that there were only a few mouthfuls of soup left in the bowl, he looked around in horror.
Around them, Zhao Xiaojing's bowl still had a tiny amount of noodles left in it. The thick soup had been soaked up by the sesame seed bun in her hand, and she was whistling as she took a bite of the soupy sesame seed bun. Su Yuchen's bowl was empty. She didn't savor the noodles as carefully as Zhao Xiaojing, savoring each bite, so she finished before her. Grandpa and Grandma often ate noodles at home, and knowing the children liked them, they kept them for New Year's, so their bowls were empty. Su's parents lived not far away and visited her parents' home frequently, so they always let the younger generation have some of these noodles. So, the remaining noodles...
"Here it is! Eat!" The remaining whistle bottom had been scooped up by my aunt while my cousin and my uncle were arguing. Knowing that my cousin didn't like the taste of leftover vegetable oil mixed with noodle soup at the bottom of the bowl, she specially filled a new disposable bowl with half a bowl and placed it in front of him. "Eat it quickly, it will get cold soon!"
"Thank you, Mom!" The cousin twisted his body, raised his finger and moved the bowl happily, then picked up another pancake and started eating with half a bowl of rice.
Zhao Xiaojing and Su Yuchen looked at each other. Their cousin's sweet voice gave them goosebumps at the same time, and they both felt a chill at this moment.
Father Su started speaking with high emotional intelligence again, making his grandparents laugh non-stop. His uncle was hesitant to speak. Looking to the left, there was Lian Qiao, who was superior to him and was deeply loved by his parents-in-law. Looking to the right, there was his powerful wife and unfilial son. There was also the empty wine glass that he was not allowed to drink, but his wife drank it in one gulp without anyone saying anything.
A world where only my uncle was injured was achieved.
"Are actors still good to eat?" Su Yuchen secretly raised an eyebrow at Zhao Xiaojing. Zhao Xiaojing raised her eyelids, nodded silently and smiled.
Before the meal, Su Yuchen told her to just concentrate on eating and not to join in any fun. She could just watch the actors perform as a side dish. The food chain within the family also had its own balance.
What a proverb.
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