Chapter 20 Raw Mulberries Attract
Aunt Zhao’s grandson is young and seriously ill. I vaguely heard Aunt Zhao mention that it was a lung problem.
Her son and daughter-in-law are busier than her, and her husband is in poor health. Whenever her grandson is hospitalized, she has to run back and forth. She rushes to the hospital after cooking every day.
Although they were in an employment relationship, they got along very well. Putting herself in their shoes, Sang Fu still felt a little guilty. She thought of finding a dinner time to discuss Aunt Zhao's matter with Zhuang Mowen.
However, she didn't expect that it was Zhuang Mowen who first asked her if she would mind giving Aunt Zhao a week off.
"Sure," said Sanfu. "That's what I wanted to tell you."
Aunt Zhao was deeply moved when she heard all this. She had only worked at Jinyuan for two months, but she had deep feelings for the place. She even insisted on washing the dishes before leaving, and her eyes were red when she came out of the kitchen.
As night fell, it was getting colder outside. The house was fully heated. Chuyi played in the yard for a few minutes before timidly squeezing into the half-open door.
To prevent it from escaping again, Sang Fu walked over and closed the door completely. Zhuang Mowen seemed to remember something, and he turned his head and followed her with his eyes: "I'm not home during the day, can you cook?"
Sangfu closed the door and watched Chuyi sneak in past her legs.
She thought about when she was studying in college and living alone. She didn't want to order takeout, so she would occasionally cook some noodles. Although she didn't say how good the taste was or how skilled she was, it was enough to keep her alive.
So, she said confidently, "I guess so."
She said what she wanted to say, and she didn't think she was exaggerating, so her expression was very sincere. Zhuang Mowen didn't doubt it at all: "That's good."
The next morning, Sang Fu woke up, washed up, went back to the bedside, took the phone under the pillow, and found that Zhuang Mowen had sent her a message at around seven o'clock.
[I left breakfast for you, remember to heat it up.]
Sanfu replied: [Okay.]
After tying her hair, she went downstairs and put breakfast in the microwave. She looked at the slowly ticking countdown, thought for a moment, and then pulled out her phone to text Zhuang Mowen: "I'll make dinner."
"bite--"
The breakfast was heated up, and Sang Fu brought it to the dining table. Just as she sat down, she heard her phone vibrate again. She looked down and saw the screen flashing to the lock screen interface. Zhuang Mowen's message floated in the window, and she replied with an "OK".
At noon, Sang Fu just cooked some noodles for herself. She didn't have much appetite and was very picky about food, but as long as the ingredients were acceptable to her, she could still handle it easily.
Thinking about cooking in the evening, she couldn't let Zhuang Mowen eat noodles with her, so Sang Fu went out to the nearby supermarket to buy some vegetables.
She scrolled through various recipes on a social platform, listed the steps clearly, and followed them strictly. It didn't seem difficult.
Moreover, she has stewed soup, but she has never fried any vegetables. However, even if there is a difference between boiling and frying, it should not be too different.
evening.
Zhuang Mowen got out of the car and closed the door neatly.
He stuffed the car keys into his coat pocket, walked around the back of the car and moved forward.
The lights in the living room on the first floor were on, and through the window you could see Chuyi wandering around in the living room. Because of the good sound insulation, apart from the white noise and wind outside the house, you could hardly hear any sound coming from inside.
Pushing open the door, Zhuang Mowen was changing his shoes at the entrance.
Chuyi came over with his tail wagging to show his courtesy. Zhuang Mowen looked around the living room, which was empty, then he lowered his head and rubbed Chuyi's head.
After two seconds, he lowered his voice and asked, "Where is my sister?"
Chuyi didn't understand. It came to ask for canned food and just rubbed against him. It was obvious that its owner would ignore it. Faint sounds came from the kitchen. Zhuang Mowen quickly stood up and left it behind without mercy.
Before I got close, I could smell a faint burnt smell in the air, which became stronger as the distance got closer.
Zhuang Mowen's brow, which had been relaxed since he entered the room, frowned slightly at this moment.
Not good.
Before he could enter the kitchen, a slender figure walked out of the kitchen the next moment.
Zhuang Mowen paused and stood still, watching Sang Fu put a dish on the dining table, the contents of which could not be identified at first glance. Her face was a little red, and it was unclear whether it was from feeling stuffy or choking.
When she looked up and met his gaze, Sangfu paused noticeably.
She glanced at the dining table briefly, then said to him as usual, "You're back. It will be ready soon."
Zhuang Mowen went into the kitchen with her, and the faint smell of burning still did not disappear.
However, she used the kitchen very cleanly. There was not even a trace of water stains on the table, and the kitchen waste was packed and placed in the corner.
In another pot, pork rib soup was bubbling, emitting a delicious aroma. Zhuang Mowen took the bowl from Sang Fu's hand and said, "Let me do it."
After the meal was served, the two of them sat at the dining table together.
Only now did Zhuang Mowen take the time to carefully look at the dish that Sang Fu had brought out. It turned out to be fried potatoes.
She carefully prepared three dishes and a soup, which were simple home-cooked meals. They looked very delicious, as if the burnt smell that Zhuang Mowen had smelled earlier was just an illusion.
Sang Fu held the chopsticks, and she also looked forward to letting him taste it.
Zhuang Mowen picked up the potato and took a bite. The moment it entered his mouth, he paused, but still swallowed it.
Then he looked up, met Sanfu's focused gaze, and said regretfully, "The potatoes are not cooked."
Sang Fu's shoulders sank and she blinked several times. Zhuang Mowen thought she was going to say it couldn't be uncooked, but then she said, "This is shredded potatoes."
“…”
Zhuang Mowen: "Sorry."
Sangfu also took some to taste, she was completely disappointed and spit it out with a napkin wrapped around it.
She was also puzzled: "How can it be uncooked if it's all mushy?"
Zhuang Mowen looked at the plate of shredded potatoes again. The color was still good. "Where is it burnt?"
Sangfu: "I picked out the mushy ones and threw them away."
Zhuang Mowen laughed: "Is this your first time?"
"I've never tried stir-frying before," Sang Fu frowned. There were several dishes on the table, but she didn't know where to start. "I thought all I had to do was control the heat, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to do."
She was deeply shocked by the setback with the first dish, but she also reminded him: "Professor Zhuang, don't eat the other dishes. They are probably not cooked yet."
"Have some soup," Sanfu said. "I'm good at making soup, don't worry."
The soup is very fresh and the aroma is overflowing.
Sang Fu also poured herself half a bowl and was about to drink when Zhuang Mowen called her back, "Sang Fu, wait a minute."
She looked up blankly and asked stiffly, "Isn't it tasty?"
“It’s delicious.”
Zhuang Mowen was silent for a moment after he finished speaking. "But did you put salt or sugar?"
Sanfu: "..."
…
Sang Fu changed her clothes and came down from upstairs. When she walked in front of Zhuang Mowen, she took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket and gave it to him. It was the one she bought when she was walking the dog last time.
"Excuse me, just fill your stomach first."
"It's okay," Zhuang Mowen took the chocolate but didn't open it. He just put it from her pocket into his. "Aunt Zhao bottled the seasonings without any labels. It's normal to make a mistake."
Sanfu wrapped her thin scarf around her small chin. When the door opened, the cold wind blew her hair everywhere. She subconsciously buried her face in the wind and said, "Now you and I are starving together."
After getting in the car, the warm air was comfortable. Sangfu loosened her scarf and fastened her seat belt.
The sound of Zhuang Mowen fastening his seatbelt could be heard beside her ears, along with his gentle and leisurely voice: "We are in the city center, we won't starve."
He was calm from beginning to end.
In other words, from the time Sang Fu met Zhuang Mowen until now, his emotions seemed to have been very stable.
If there is a problem, he will solve it. As for the rest, complaints, blame, dissatisfaction... these emotions are never within his consideration.
Just like tonight, the fastest and most effective solution is what he did.
Zhuang Mowen started the car and quickly drove into the street, disappearing into the night.
In less than ten minutes, they entered a restaurant. Zhuang Mowen had reserved a seat and ordered dishes before coming. When they arrived, a small appetizer had already been served.
Not long after we sat down, the dishes were served.
Sang Fu was actually fine. She was not very active and got hungry slowly, so she was eating slowly and not in a hurry. Zhuang Mowen was also slow and leisurely. He was more refined and elegant when eating, and occasionally he would pick up some food for her, which was very graceful.
In the middle of the meal, perhaps he remembered something, and he spoke to her, which was very rare at this time. He asked her: "What did you eat for lunch today?"
Sangfu said, "I cooked noodles."
"Sumen?"
"Um."
"Is it tasty?"
"It's OK. It's mainly convenient."
After she replied, Zhuang Mowen didn't say anything else.
This was a relatively lively restaurant. As they had come here on a whim, Zhuang Mowen had not booked a more private room. While they were eating, they could hear the people around them chatting and laughing, but their table was the only one that was very quiet.
But it was strange, not awkward.
Sang Fu didn't quite understand why Zhuang Mowen suddenly asked her that question in the restaurant. It wasn't until the next day at noon when she went downstairs to cook noodles and passed the living room that the door suddenly opened.
When she turned around, her eyes met Zhuang Mowen who came in carrying a big bag of vegetables.
Sangfu looked at him, then at the clock on the wall, and confirmed that it was twelve o'clock noon, no mistake.
"Don't you want to come and help?" Zhuang Mowen smiled.
He wanted her help, but when Sangfu walked over confused, he only gave her the lightest bag of vegetables.
Sang Fu walked to the kitchen with him, still not coming back to her senses: "Why are you back at this time?"
"I happen to be free." Zhuang Mowen said.
After entering the kitchen, Sang Fu didn't say a word. She was so quiet that Zhuang Mowen thought she had gone out. But when he turned his head, he saw Sang Fu's figure at a glance.
She lowered her head slightly and washed the vegetables she had just picked up. Her thin figure was like a slender willow leaf.
Not only in work, Sangfu seems to be like this in life as well, very serious, very focused, and very silent.
It's also very attractive.
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