Song's mother smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat and chat. Sit down and eat. Old Song, guess which dish your daughter made?"
"That's right. Your craftsmanship can't be that good." Father Song said confidently.
Song's mother doesn't cook much.
The family of three either ate in the cafeteria or ate with the second branch of the Song family, and occasionally they would go to Grandpa Song's house for a meal.
Song's father and mother would boil some hot water and cook eggs and porridge, but they would do it on a whim.
Song Wanyue picked up some chicken and fish for the few people.
"Try it quickly. Is it delicious?"
After eating it, Song's father praised it, "It's delicious, fragrant, slightly spicy, and tasty. Did you make it?"
Song Wanyue: "The chicken was made by Jiang Ze, and the fish soup was made by me."
"What? Jiang Ze's cooking is so delicious, amazing. My daughter is not bad either, the fish soup she stewed is so flavorful."
Several people were eating with their mouths drooling.
After dinner, Jiang Ze chatted for a while and then left.
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Father Song sighed and said, "Why do I feel that Jiang Ze is weird? Did you see the way he looked at our daughter? This is a secret love, just like I had a secret love for you. By the way, we are going to visit the Jiang family, what should we bring?"
"It's almost Chinese New Year, and it's hard to buy meat. You have to queue up early in the morning, and you may not be able to buy it."
Song's mother whispered, "You can see it too. My daughter told me that she likes this gay and wants us to see what we think. My suggestion is to go to the Jiang family first."
"If the Jiang family is easy to get along with, then let them have a try. Just think about it, my daughter and Jiang Ze are very good at cooking, and we will have a great time in the future. I think Jiang Ze is very hardworking. Now that he has become our son-in-law, with my daughter and son-in-law around, we can let them cook whatever we want."
Song's father winked at Song's mother.
Unfortunately, Song’s mother was knitting a sweater and didn’t see it.
"Dad, when Mom said this, it seems like she thinks Jiang Ze can cook?" Song Wanyue said with her hands on her hips and a stern face.
She went into the house to get a pen, and she found this funny.
"Is this the only use we have? Don't we have any other advantages?"
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