Chapter 779 Jiang Chen Cooks or Poisons
Zhou Yuqing has been in a very bad mood these days, probably because the mute woman who used to cook delicious food has left, and the newly hired auntie's cooking is just average.
He is a gourmet and has his own requirements and standards for food. After being used to eating delicacies from land and sea, the difference between eating porridge and side dishes is too big. He can't stand it and is not as active in eating as before.
But people cannot be killed by holding their urine. He had a poor appetite for several days and ate little. He was woken up by hunger this morning. Holding his rumbling stomach, the old man sighed resignedly, put on his shoes and went straight to the kitchen.
Before I even reached the kitchen, I heard the sounds of simmering vegetables and burning fire, but I couldn't smell any fragrance at all.
Zhou Yuqing walked over and stood in front of the open window. Just as he wanted to have a bowl of millet porridge, he was stunned when he looked up and saw Jiang Chen in the kitchen.
This brat has never been to the kitchen. Is the sun rising from the west today?
It was only when he looked closely that he noticed something was wrong.
The kitchen, which used to be more than enough to accommodate ten people, now looks particularly low and crowded next to the 1.9-meter-tall man.
Jiang Chen seemed to be feeling the heat and casually tossed his shirt aside. The muscles on his hand that was lifting the pot were tense and bulging from the effort, faintly revealing the dark blue tattoo on his collarbone. The hand wearing the jade ring gripped the spatula and stirred...
Is this cooking?
The old man stood in front of the window, dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open, and asked in disbelief, "What are you doing?"
The heat from the pot made Jiang Chen's eyes blur slightly. He knocked the big iron spoon against the side of the pot, making a "clang clang" sound. Seeing that the old man asked knowingly, he turned his head and said impatiently, "Cooking."
From Zhou Yuqing's perspective, Jiang Chen's slightly narrowed eyes and impatient expression... seemed to be saying, "I've tolerated you old guys for long enough. Eat the food I cooked, and go to hell!"
Zhou Yuqing's muscles tensed slightly, sweat broke out on his forehead due to nervousness, and he shivered violently.
But... he hasn't lived enough.
The old man was shaking all over and pleading in a trembling voice, "Can I not eat it?"
Jiang Chen said expressionlessly, "No." He had to give him the meal he had worked so hard to prepare early in the morning!
yes.
If the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, how can he keep you until five o'clock?
Zhou Yuqing walked into the restaurant in a daze.
Jiang Chen glanced at the old man's back curiously. Seeing that he was staggering, he thought he was just bewildered by the fragrance and did not investigate further.
Liu Yutang, Zheng Zhiyuan and Wang Guoping entered the dining room together. They were surprised to see Zhou Yuqing arrived early.
Wang Guoping teased his old friend, saying, "Aren't you dissatisfied with the new nanny's poor cooking skills and lack of appetite? Why are you here so early?"
He spoke normally, but Zhou Yuqing whimpered, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, and choked out, "It's my fault. I don't know how to appreciate the blessings I have."
The three of them looked strange when they heard this.
Zhou Yuqing had the most stubborn temper and refused to admit the false accusations. He would rather live in the cowshed and eat tree bark than bow his head. No one had ever seen him cry. What happened to him?
Liu Yutang was about to ask when Zhou Yuqing grabbed his hand. He said with emotion, "With the three of you accompanying me, I won't be too lonely on the road to the underworld."
"Who is going to die?" Wang Guoping didn't react for a moment and looked to the west.
Zheng Zhiyuan sighed and said, "He was talking about the three of us."
"You are tired of this good life, but I haven't lived enough. If you want to die, don't drag me with you." Liu Yutang pulled back his hand, rubbed it on the corner of his clothes in disgust, and found a seat farthest away from Zhou Yuqing and sat down.
"What do you know?" Zhou Yuqing looked around with a sober gaze. Just as Liu Yutang was about to scold him, he announced the answer: "Jiang Chen is cooking."
"Jiang Chen can cook?" Wang Guoping asked in a questioning tone.
"Jiang Chen is cooking!" Liu Yutang was full of surprise.
Zhou Yuqing said firmly: "If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."
Wang Guoping really got up and went to the kitchen to take a look. Seeing that it was really Jiang Chen who was cooking, he came back with a look of being struck by lightning.
Seeing this, Liu Yutang leaned back in his chair and said, "This day has finally come."
Zheng Zhiyuan glanced at the three of them and asked, "Who of you has offended him recently?"
The three felt very wronged and were about to cry out for justice, but the words stopped at their lips, and their three pairs of eyes rolled around non-stop.
Wang Guoping spoke first, "The brat didn't let me fish, so I stopped fishing. Later, he also didn't let me keep fish, so I complained to Miss Ye. He wouldn't kill us for such a small thing, would he?"
Zhou Yuqing also said weakly: "The design drawings of the yard next door kept asking me to redo them, and I didn't say anything."
Zheng Zhiyuan looked at Liu Yutang.
Liu Yutang slammed the table and said, "I didn't provoke him!"
"Bullshit, I think it's all your fault!" Zhou Yuqing pointed at Liu Yutang's nose and said, "The herbs you dry in the yard and the wine you brew make Miss Ye sneeze every time she passes by. And when Jiang brat asked you to stop, you promised to do it, but you never did anything!"
When Liu Yutang heard this, his temper flared up and he slammed the table and cursed:
"I prepared those herbs for Miss Ye, just in case. Unlike you, you have so much wood piled up in the yard, and sawing wood chips are everywhere. Jiang Chen has warned you many times, but you still go against the wind!"
Seeing the two people arguing, Wang Guoping wanted to persuade them to unite and talk about his fishing.
Wang Guoping refused to continue after hearing this and immediately began an indiscriminate attack, firing indiscriminately.
As soon as Ye Rou and Grandma Song entered the restaurant, they saw three elders slamming the table and cursing at each other.
She was slightly startled, subconsciously thinking that she was still asleep. She raised her hand to rub her eyes, then pinched her arm. When she felt the pain, she realized that she was not dreaming.
"Why are they arguing?" Song Zhishu was also surprised and asked Zheng Zhiyuan.
Zheng Zhiyuan crossed his arms with a grim look on his face.
When Westerners live in the same yard, it is inevitable that there will be some friction due to their different living habits. These three people are clearly taking the opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction.
He said coldly: "Everyone is just bored."
Ye Rou wanted to persuade him, but she couldn't find a chance to interrupt.
Zhou Yuqing clapped his hands until they turned red. Just as he was having a great time arguing, a shadow was cast on the restaurant entrance and a cold wind blew.
He turned his head stiffly and saw Jiang Chen standing at the door holding a pot, his face expressionless.
Zhou Yuqing seemed to have seen the Black and White Impermanence who were taking his life. He immediately became obedient, shut up and sat down quietly, not daring to say a word.
The other two also noticed Jiang Chen's arrival, and for a moment they were as quiet as chickens, sitting upright and very properly.
As Jiang Chen walked into the restaurant step by step, the three of them trembled again and again. If they were snowmen, the snow would probably melt into the ground at this moment.
Ye Rou noticed something and raised her hand to cover the smile on her lips.
Jiang Chen didn't notice the weird atmosphere at all. After all the dishes were served, he filled a bowl of medicinal porridge and was about to hand it to Ye Rou, but was stopped by Zheng Zhiyuan with trembling hands.
"Let me drink first." He said these two words in a righteous manner, with a face that showed he was ready to die. However, his trembling hands holding the bowl betrayed him.
Zhou Yuqing and the other two had admiration in their eyes, but they secretly swore in their hearts, I will not eat a single bite today even if I die!
Zheng Zhiyuan took a sip with the intention of testing the poison.
Ye Rou supported her chin and looked at her grandfather. She saw him take a light sip, close his eyes, look up, roll his throat, smack his lips, and then open his eyes with a gleam of light!
“Delicious!”
But the next second, he looked at Jiang Chen with an extremely serious look: "You cook so deliciously, why did you send us steamed buns and pickles every day when we were in Dahe Village? We ate steamed buns for three years, three years!"
Seeing Zheng Zhiyuan's reaction, the other three looked at each other, picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of porridge to drink. After eating, the three of them threw down the spoon and accused Jiang Chen together.
Only Ye Rou knew that Jiang Chen really couldn't cook at that time.
But Jiang Chen really couldn't explain why he suddenly learned to cook, so he could only suffer in silence.
Seeing his wife giggling, Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and pinched Ye Rou's neck with his big hands.
What a heartless guy, who does he cook for?
Despite the complaints, everyone enjoyed the meal very much.
But Jiang Chen is a narrow-minded person. After being scolded by the old man as an "evil disciple" and "abusing the elderly", he only cooks for Ye Rou. If the old man wants to eat something good, he has to look at the mood of this evil disciple. It is so frustrating.
There is no way, you have to be grateful for what you have received and be lenient with what you have received!
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