Chapter 197 Shen Sangyu's cooking is terrible

Mrs. Gu suddenly felt itchy.

Shen Sangyu was also at a loss for words, and hurriedly said, "Please sit down first, I'll go to the kitchen to help Qingchuan."

Wen Qingchuan was suspicious for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He was a man of few words. Although Mrs. Gu was his mother, they had never lived together. They had only met once and now they had nothing to say.

"Mom, you and Xiaozhen should have some apples first, Sangyu... You came back so late, do you want to rest?"

Shen Sangyu couldn't rest at all, and hurriedly shook her head: "I'll cook with you."

As she said that, she pushed Wen Qingchuan into the kitchen.

This was the kitchen partition they had newly installed, so they didn't have to cook on the balcony outside.

Cooking on the balcony is easy when the weather is good, but there are always windy and rainy days, and sometimes it rains so hard that you can't even light a fire.

Although she is not the one who cooks, Shen Sangyu still spent a lot of money to set up a kitchen in the house.

Fortunately, there was already a place for a kitchen in the family compound, but it was a bit small, but fortunately it was just right for the two of them. It was just that the cost of arranging the entrance was a bit high, so other people were unwilling to cook, and they cooked on the balcony in the wind and rain.

After Shen Sangyu pushed Wen Qingchuan into the kitchen, she closed the kitchen door.

Wen Qingchuan looked puzzled.

"I'll help you cook today!" Shen Sangyu said decisively. Wen

Qingchuan was puzzled: "When did you learn to cook?"

Shen Sangyu was speechless, and sighed and said: "Your mother is watching outside. If she knew that you usually cook, wouldn't it be bad if I didn't help at all?"

Wen Qingchuan didn't think it was

a big deal. Cooking was a piece of cake for him. He knew how to cook when Shen Sangyu was not around before, but he just made do with it. Since Shen Sangyu married him, he has been able to cook more.

It didn't matter to him that Shen Sangyu couldn't cook.

If possible, he didn't even want Shen Sangyu to enter the kitchen.

He was still scared of the day when Shen Sangyu just traveled back.

"Mom won't think too much about it." Wen Qingchuan said affirmatively.

Shen Sangyu: "I don't care, I must cook this meal today!"

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On the other side, Mrs. Gu looked around the living room. She looked through the master bedroom of Shen Sangyu and Wen Qingchuan, and saw that the house was tidy, which made her feel much more comfortable.

The life of the young couple was better than she imagined.

Although Mrs. Gu said nothing, she knew that the room decoration must have been done by her daughter-in-law. Her son had no aesthetic taste at first glance.

She looked at the kitchen door from time to time. The door was closed, so she couldn't see what was going on inside. She simply brought her grandson over and asked, "When you were at your aunt's house, did your aunt often cook for you?"

Gu Zhen also looked inside in confusion and couldn't help but say, "No."

Mrs. Gu was not surprised. After all, her daughter-in-law's hands were used for scientific research. It was not surprising that she cooked every day.

The next second, Gu Zhen said, "My aunt can't cook. Once she wanted to cook for me, but she almost set the house on fire. So my uncle never lets her enter the kitchen."

Mrs. Gu: "..."

She didn't expect this at all.

Mrs. Gu asked persistently, "Then...does your uncle do the housework?"

"Yes." Gu Zhen thought about the scenes when he and Shen Sangyu were at home: "My uncle said that my aunt doesn't know how to do these things, and my uncle does all the housework."

Even though Mrs. Gu had guessed it in her heart, she still shuddered when she heard that Shen Sangyu almost set the house on fire.

She suddenly looked towards the kitchen with some concern.

Fortunately, after thirty or forty minutes, accompanied by Shen Sangyu's cough, the kitchen door was finally opened.

Shen Sangyu brought out a plate of slightly burnt pork with chili peppers, and looked at Mrs. Gu with sparkling eyes: "Mom, please try it, this is the pork with chili peppers I made!"

Mrs. Gu took a look at the appearance, and her anxious heart was relieved.

It still looked edible, not as terrible as her grandson said.

Shen Sangyu felt a great sense of satisfaction when she saw Mrs. Gu's expectant eyes.

The simple three dishes and one soup were quickly ready, and the four of them sat around the table.

Mrs. Gu was very proud to eat her daughter-in-law's pork with chili peppers.

"Mom, is it delicious?" Shen Sangyu asked impatiently.

Mrs. Gu praised it as delicious, but she never touched this dish again.

Wen Qingchuan, however, ate the whole plate of stir-fried pork with peppers without changing his expression. Shen Sangyu didn't even have a chance to try it.

"It's my first time cooking, but I didn't expect it to be quite successful. I finished the whole plate of food."

Mrs. Gu glanced at Wen Qingchuan who was drinking water, and nodded with gritted teeth.

Wen Qingchuan also said expressionlessly: "It's indeed much better than I thought."

At least he didn't burn the family courtyard like the previous two times.

Wen Qingchuan has a strong sense of safety. He was afraid that Shen Sangyu would cook by herself when he was not around, so he said: "But you are a novice, and there must be someone by your side when you cook in the future."

Shen Sangyu certainly understood: "I know, after all, it's my first time!"

After saying that, Shen Sangyu realized that she had let the cat out of the bag.

She obviously wanted to create a persona who cooks frequently.

She tilted her head anxiously and saw Mrs. Gu's eyes that seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Shen Sangyu immediately drooped her head.

Mrs. Gu quickly realized that Shen Sangyu was mistaken and said, "Sangyu is already very good. When I was your age, I couldn't even make fried pork with peppers."

Mrs. Gu, who was born in Guangdong, couldn't eat spicy food at all.

What she didn't expect was that Wen Qingchuan, who looked upright, had learned to lie with his eyes open.

It was so salty that he couldn't even open his mouth, but he still ate the whole plate of fried pork with peppers without changing his expression.

Mrs. Gu saw through it but didn't expose it. After dinner, Shen Sangyu took the initiative to wash the dishes, but Wen Qingchuan took the lead, saying that he was afraid that Mrs. Gu would be embarrassed, so he asked Shen Sangyu to talk to her.

Shen Sangyu had no choice but to agree.

Mrs. Gu asked about the relationship between Shen Sangyu and Wen Qingchuan.

After all, Wen Qingchuan didn't look like a caring person, but in fact it was completely different. Anyone who understood could see that Wen Qingchuan liked her very much.

"Qingchuan and I...just get along like an ordinary couple. To be honest, we didn't have much affection at the beginning. You must know my reputation in the past few years. I was very bad, but Qingchuan was still willing to accept me. Later, after getting along for a long time, we developed feelings for each other." There was no passionate

love between them, but time can create love. Two people from different time and space met like this.

Mrs. Gu smiled and said, "You were young at that time, so I can't blame you. Now you and Qingchuan are doing well, and I, as a mother, am also relieved."

Just as she said this, Wen Qingchuan had already come out of the kitchen.

Mrs. Gu straightened her face and said, "I came here this time, firstly, to see Qingchuan, and secondly, to ask you if you want to go home and live with Mom?"