Song Shengsheng smiled and closed her eyes. She changed into a comfortable position and took a nap in Jiang Yiyu's arms.
When they woke up, Jiang Yicheng not only prepared his own breakfast, but also prepared it for them.
Jiang Yi Yu frowned as he looked at the fried egg with the shell still on the plate in front of him. Looking at Jiang Yi Cheng's expectant gaze, he looked up at Song Sheng Sheng who was putting the fried egg into his mouth very naturally with an expressionless face.
He asked tentatively, "Is it okay?"
Song Shengsheng wanted to spit it out, but after hearing his question, she pretended to be nonchalant and swallowed it down: "Not bad, but it looks average. The taste is still good. You should try it."
Jiang Yi Yu looked nervously at Jiang Yicheng, who couldn't help but smile after being praised. He picked up the chopsticks and picked out a few pieces of eggshell mixed in the fried egg, then hesitantly picked up the fried egg and took a bite.
"Brother, how are you? Are you okay?"
Song Shengsheng suppressed his laughter and silently picked up the cup and took a sip of water.
Before Jiang Yiyu dared to chew it carefully, he felt that the salt content of the fried egg was completely excessive. But this was Jiang Yicheng's first time cooking after all, and he could not discourage the child's enthusiasm for doing housework.
Adhering to this principle, he swallowed the fried egg in his mouth whole, picked up the cup and drank a sip of water as naturally as possible: "It's okay, but I'll be more careful next time and put less salt."
Jiang Yicheng's mouth was almost stretched to his ears, and he rubbed his hands excitedly: "I want to make a bento for my mom today! What do you think? I think I have a talent for cooking!"
Jiang Yiyu nearly spit out a mouthful of water before swallowing it. He quickly grabbed Jiang Yicheng's arm and said, "Although your mother is indeed very lucky, she is not difficult to kill. She is in the hospital and the doctors are already having a headache. This guy, eating your meal makes the doctors doubt themselves for a long time."
“Why do doctors doubt themselves?”
Jiang Yiyu pushed the plate to him and said, "Try it yourself."
Jiang Yicheng frowned, picked up his chopsticks, picked up the fried egg and took a big bite, but spat it out as soon as it entered his mouth. Jiang Yiyu and Song Shengsheng finally didn't have to hold it in anymore and laughed: "How is it?"
Jiang Yicheng poured himself a large glass of water and drank it all in one gulp: "Too much salt!"
He put down the cup, picked up the plate, turned around and walked towards the kitchen: "I'll do it again! Wait for me!"
Jiang Yiyu wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Song Shengsheng. She smiled and pointed to Jiang Yicheng, who was standing in front of the stove with his hands on his hips and a serious look on his face. She whispered, "I feel like this little brat seems to have found something he likes."
"Cooking? Forget it. Let him cook a few more times, and then let him test the poison on us? My goodness, are you crazy?"
Jiang Yiyu glanced at Jiang Yicheng's untouched breakfast and said, "Just imagine how clever this kid is. He doesn't want to eat the exact same breakfast, but lets us eat it first. You're still spoiling such a scheming kid?"
"What can we do? He has something he wants to do, which is better than hanging out. Aren't you going to send him back to Mingyuan in a couple of days? It's a good opportunity to let the chef teach him. I think he'll be willing to learn if someone teaches him seriously. After the New Year, he'll go to boarding school, so if he wants to learn again, he'll have to wait until summer vacation."
"What's the matter? Your life plan for him is to be a chef?"
"What's wrong with being a chef? If he's good and really interested, he could open a restaurant or something in the future. That's not bad either. It's better to have a job that interests him than to be a second-generation rich kid living off his parents!"
"Too."
As he was talking, Jiang Yicheng made a new fried egg and brought it to the table. This time, Song Shengsheng didn't pick up his chopsticks first, and Jiang Yiyu resigned himself to eating it first. It was the first time he realized that there was really someone who could make a fried egg, which would not taste bad no matter how it was cooked, taste so bad.
In fact, cooking also requires talent.
Song Shengsheng was more convinced than he was. She took a bite and told Jiang Yicheng that if he wanted to learn how to cook when she returned to Mingyuan in a few days, she could ask the chef to teach him how to cook.
Jiang Yicheng's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really? Can I make New Year's Eve dinner?"
Song Shengsheng nodded: "If you do well."
Jiang Yiyu added, "Don't poison me."
Jiang Yicheng didn't bother to argue with him. He sat down next to Song Shengsheng and kept asking her what cuisine Mingyuan's chef was good at and what kind of work experience he had. He also asked about the chef's temper and whether he would be scolded if his knife skills were not good...
Jiang Yiyu suddenly discovered that Jiang Yicheng was really interested in cooking.
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Because Zhao Rong couldn't be discharged from the hospital for a while and was embroiled in a lawsuit, Jiang Yiyu didn't want to care about her at first, but he couldn't bear Jiang Yicheng's pleading, so he softened his heart and threw him a card.
According to the bodyguards guarding the hospital, Jiang Yicheng used the money in that card to hire a nurse for his mother.
After dealing with Zhao Rong's affairs, Jiang Yicheng obediently went to Mingyuan first.
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On New Year's Eve, the dishes cooked by Jiang Yicheng were still served on the table for the New Year's Eve dinner.
The elders of the Song family, whether they are grandparents or grandparents, are very tolerant of the younger generations. The fish cooked by Jiang Yicheng, which only looked good, became the most delicious dish on the table with the praise of the elders.
Jiang Yicheng sat next to Jiang Yiyu holding a small bowl. His eyes turned red when he heard the praise.
Song Shengsheng looked at him and found it funny, but in order to give the little boy some self-esteem, she did not expose him.
Song Ming couldn't think about it too much. He didn't like Jiang Yicheng anyway. "Hey, kid, are you going to cry?"
Jiang Yicheng glanced at him, sniffed, and said stubbornly, "No."
Jiang Yiyu glanced at him, also without expression: "Why are you crying? It's New Year's Day, it's bad luck!"
Song Shengsheng bumped him with his arm: "Can you please stop bullying kids like my brother?"
Wang Jing also said, "Exactly. You two have been through a similar time. Over the years, your father and I have only had the rare opportunity to eat your cooking. Yicheng is already amazing. Braised fish is the centerpiece of the New Year's Eve dinner, and he can make it so well. Keep up the good work next time, and you'll definitely be able to make even more delicious dishes!"
Jiang Yicheng looked at her gratefully, tears welling up in his eyes. This was the first time in his life that he had heard such sincere praise and encouragement.
When he was at home before, no matter how well he did or how well he did on the exams, Zhao Rong was always dissatisfied, and Jiang Yuan didn't care, let alone praise him...
Since he was little, he envied those classmates who had a good family atmosphere, envied them for receiving loving praise from their parents, and envied them for receiving love from their parents...
Later, when he met Song Shengsheng, he envied her again because her parents were really good, countless times better than his!
He also envied Jiang Yiyu because he had known the Song family's parents since he was a child and had received their care.
Jiang Yicheng lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes. When he looked up, a genuine smile appeared on his face: "I will continue to work hard!"
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