They certainly couldn't do that, so they had to personally teach Jiajia, which drove them crazy several times before they finally saw some results.
I never imagined that Shuiqing's daughter could read!
Ding Heli and Qin Yilin curiously went over to take a look and found that although the little girl was young, her small regular script was quite clear.
They're not calligraphers, so they can't understand whether it's good or bad. As long as it's correct and easy to identify, that's perfectly fine.
Practicality is the key.
The two of them only felt that they had suffered a lot of hardship and exhaustion in teaching their child.
When Qin Yilin entered the kitchen, smelling the delicious aroma and seeing the stewed pig's trotters and ribs bubbling away, she felt that the food her family had been eating for the past few years had been like pig swill.
It's a complete waste of food.
At lunchtime, Ding Heli stared wide-eyed at the various colorful and delicious dishes on the table.
In the past, the Ding family had a cook. He always thought that professional things should be done by professionals. Neither he nor Yilin were professionals, so it was understandable that their cooking was not good.
Like Jiajia and Yilin, Jiajia has rarely eaten a proper meal since childhood, except for going to restaurants, so it's normal that she doesn't know how to cook.
Now he realizes that it's not a matter of professionalism or lack thereof, but rather that his family is simply not cut out for cooking!
Ding Jiajia looked at the table full of food and blinked.
Before even tasting it, she already felt it couldn't compare to her mother's cooking!
No, it even looks better than the best restaurant in the city, Shan Hai Lou!
"Honey, I just looked closely. Even when stir-frying vegetables with water, seasonings are added and then sautéed, and there's even a specific order!" Qin Yilin said happily.
She always treated it like brewing medicine: throw everything in, add some water, salt, and oil, cook it until done, and then serve.
It turns out there's a specific order, and the cooking time for each dish also varies.
It gave her a headache; it felt even more complicated than decocting medicine!
Ding Heli: .....His cooking techniques were learned from Yilin, and so did Jiajia's. We've found the source of why the family's cooking is so bad.
However, after Yilin whispered the details of cooking to him, he immediately realized that he couldn't really blame Yilin, because he was completely confused after listening to her, feeling that it was much more complicated than brewing medicine!
"Come, come, take a seat." Butcher Hu was extremely enthusiastic and insisted on pulling Ding Heli to sit in the seat of honor.
Ding Heli wanted to refuse, but he couldn't—his grip was too strong!
The others also took their seats.
The men are on one side and the women on the other, with the older and more senior members at the top and the younger and less senior members at the bottom.
After everyone was seated, Ding Heli and Qin Yilin noticed that the Fan family's daughters were all sitting at the table eating instead of huddled around the kitchen stove picking at their food. Their eyes then fell on the Fan family's three sons!
Qin Yilin asked first, "Shuiqing, how old are Jianghehu and the other two this year?"
It's a bit young, but as long as the age difference isn't too big, it should be fine...
Shui Qing didn't expect to ask her son's age, so she pointed to the three people and reported: "Ten years old, nine years old, eight years old."
Qin Yilin remained silent for a moment.
The difference is indeed quite significant.
Ding Heli sighed deeply.
The age difference does seem quite significant.
The two then turned their attention to the three boys sitting around the large round table.
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