Chapter 65: Daiyu Returns Home
"Jingjing's cooking is delicious! Why be polite? We should be honest. Grandma, you also enjoy the food very much." Yunyun winked and Fan Guiying pretended to hit her a few times in anger.
"Who's like you? You little monkey!"
"Grandma, I made a new variety this time, one I've never made for you before. Don't you want to try it? Then I'll take it back?" Zhao Xiaojing was infected by the playful atmosphere of the family and started joking with Fan Guiying.
"Oh! That won't work! Take your grandma back and leave the things behind!" Wen Zhiyi acted anxious, and the four people in the room burst into laughter.
As they were chatting, Aunt Niu very considerately brought over two small pots of sweet soup made by Zhao Xiaojing and placed them under the air conditioner, and also took out a few spoons and small bowls.
Looking at the cool steam rising from the sweet soup pot, the people in the room began to look forward to it, chatting while waiting for Wen Jin and Wen Yulan.
Ten minutes later, the sound of the yard door closing was heard outside. Yunyun was the first to jump up, and Zhao Xiaojing also quickly got up.
"Mom, uncle!" Yunyun opened the door.
Wen Yulan and Wen Jin got out of the car one after another, and the driver Xiao Wu drove the car to the corner and parked it.
"Smelly Yunyun! Let me see if you've gained weight!" Wen Jin happily embraced Yunyun and without saying anything, he lifted her up by her armpits and weighed her. "Ouch, it's so heavy! Much heavier than Wen Sihui!"
"Uncle!" Yunyun struggled, looking reluctant. "Can you have some sense of boundaries? I'm already in my twenties! Can you please stop doing this every time?"
"What's wrong with being in your twenties? Am I not your uncle in my twenties?" Wen Jin smiled and rubbed Yunyun's head, and Yunyun ran away with a sour face.
"Aunt Wen, Uncle." Zhao Xiaojing came out and greeted them.
"Jingjing, this is Yunyun's uncle, Wen Jin, and this is my goddaughter Jingjing." Wen Yulan introduced with a smile, which scared Zhao Xiaojing.
Aunt Wen dared to joke and shout, but she didn't dare to recognize him randomly. He has status and position, and the old man's family is not simple either. She dared not marry into a higher class!
"Hello." Wen Jin turned his head to look at Wen Yulan, nodded politely to Zhao Xiaojing, and walked in, opening his arms to hug Fan Guiying. "Dad, Mom! Oh, the old lady looks younger again!"
"Oh, you keep doing this every day! You are the only one who knows how to act like a spoiled child!" Fan Guiying had a look of disgust on her face, but she couldn't stop smiling. She opened her arms and hugged Wen Jin back.
"Oh, Wen Daiyu is back!" Wen Zhiyi looked up at his youngest son and complained, with a smile on his face.
Yunyun complained that the sweet soup would get hotter soon, so the whole family immediately sat neatly around the coffee table on the sofa.
"Grandpa and grandma, we have red bean milk ice and mung bean milk ice. Which one would you like?"
Aunt Niu helped bring the pot over, and Zhao Xiaojing picked up the big spoon and asked the old couple.
"Give me a green bean one!"
"red beans!"
"Don't add sugar, give them less!" Wen Jin raised his hand to stop the old couple as they just chose different flavors. "You're old, you need to control your sugar intake. Don't eat too much icy food!"
The family was used to this and just smiled without saying anything. Wen Zhiyi rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Zhao Xiaojing nodded and served two small half bowls. After that, she took out a food box with side dishes, sprinkled dried osmanthus flowers on the mung beans and chopped tangerine peel on the red beans.
Wen Yulan and Yunyun's eyes lit up at the same time, and they helped to carry the bowls.
After serving everyone what they wanted, a group of people sat down around the sofa, quietly eating their ice cream without anyone speaking a word.
Wen Jin was nonchalant at first. After casually scooping a spoonful into his mouth, he was stunned for a moment, then he became crazy and finished the last bite of red bean ice in the bowl in a short while.
The red bean paste is very dense and cooked until it is completely soft. It has a particularly mellow milky flavor when you put it in your mouth. It is rich, but not as thick as creamer, but has a natural fragrance with a lingering aftertaste. Add to that the tangerine peel, and there is a unique sweet aftertaste that makes you want to eat it.
Wen Jin held the empty bowl with an endless aftertaste, glanced at the pot on the coffee table, picked up the spoon swiftly and continued to serve the mung bean ice.
"Only the officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps." Yunyun muttered softly, and Wen Yulan heard it and patted her with a smile.
"Mom and Dad, where did you buy this? Aunt Niu's cooking skills are definitely not this good." Wen Jin ate another bowl of mung bean ice and felt indescribably refreshed and comfortable.
"This is made by Jingjing. The ones sold outside are not as delicious as this one." Fan Guiying smiled. "Our Jingjing is a very good cook."
Wen Jin was startled for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Zhao Xiaojing straight in the eye.
So young? How could he have such a skill?
"Don't eat so much, we have dinner soon." Wen Yulan saw Yunyun wanted to have another bowl after finishing her meal, so she quickly spoke out to stop her.
"Mom, I don't want to eat dinner!"
Yunyun replied quickly and picked up the big spoon.
"That's great! We'll have Jingjing's fried skewers for dinner, so no one will compete with us!"
Mr. Wen deliberately spoke loudly and happily.
Yunyun froze in her tracks, her hand suspended in mid-air, and she finally added only a small spoonful with a painful heart.
She just had red bean ice, she has to try the mung bean ice!
"Jingjing, you brought fried skewers again? This is such a bother. Every time you come over, I ask you to make a bunch!"
Wen Yulan felt quite ashamed when she heard Wen Zhiyi say that Zhao Xiaojing brought fried skewers again.
This girl is so honest. She always brings so many things home.
It was said that they introduced the job to Zhao Xiaojing, but in fact it was Zhao Xiaojing herself who was excellent, and her salary increased after just a few days of work.
She was also surprised at first, but when she came back and tasted Zhao Xiaojing's fried skewers, she suddenly felt that the salary was too low. This skill can actually be used anywhere, they just happened to come across it, and they were lucky.
"It's okay, Aunt Wen. If you like to eat it, I'm happy to make it!"
Zhao Xiaojing smiled and waved her hand.
The Wen family's happy family atmosphere with three generations living under the same roof was something she had never experienced in her two lifetimes.
Her father passed away too early, and her grandfather was rather distant, having long since severed ties with her mother and daughter. Her impression of her grandfather was also that he was cold and distant, and wouldn't talk much to Zhao Xiaojing.
She had never experienced or understood the meaning of family happiness before, but after coming to the Wen family, she truly understood the beauty of this word. Zhao Xiaojing likes this family atmosphere very much and thinks the affection of the Wen family is very precious. They don't think about making things troublesome at all.
"Fried skewers? Mom and Dad, are you still eating?" Wen Jin's sensitive radar immediately alerted him, putting down his spoon and looking at Zhao Xiaojing. "Did you make the fried skewers too?"
"Yes, uncle." Zhao Xiaojing nodded in confusion.
"Eat your food! You're meddling in everything! Today is a holiday, and Jingjing was kind enough to make something and bring it here." Wen Zhiyi glared at Wen Jin and said threateningly.
Wen Jin watched Wen Zhiyi open and close his mouth, his eyes suddenly filled with grievance, and saw that the familiar drama was about to happen again.
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