After thinking for a moment, Gao Dan said, "You can ask Lao Xu and the others about this yourself. If they agree, it's not impossible."
Ultimately, Commander Gao didn't want his cousin, who had followed him for over ten years, to feel any regret.
Ye Wanying naturally understood what the man was thinking, and smiled: "Okay, I'll ask them tonight. But are you sure you don't want to acknowledge the old lady and the others? They've been waiting for so long."
In fact, this matter has long been settled. Gao Dan never harbored any hatred towards the Xu family; on the contrary, he was very grateful. So whether he acknowledged it or not, it was all the same thing.
"Do you think your uncle and aunt are stupid? Otherwise, why would they send Old Xu to find me?"
Of course, the two elders had already made up their minds, but no one had broken the agreement yet. If they wanted to, it would be very simple, and they wouldn't even need to make it public.
Ye Wanying nodded: "Okay, then I'm leaving, and I'll take this guy with me too."
Gao Dan glanced at the time; there was still half an hour before he got off work. He had no choice but to let the person go: "Go back and get some rest. Don't rush the food. If it's too much, I'll cook when I get back."
"Alright, Commander Gao, who can only make braised pork with vermicelli, you're not suited for the kitchen."
After the mother and son left, Commander Gao immediately got back to work.
...
Back home, Ye Wanying sprawled on the sofa for fifteen minutes, then suddenly beckoned to her son, who was playing by himself nearby:
"come over."
"Mommy?"
"Want some hot pot?" I'm so tired, I don't want to cook anymore. Luckily, there are at least dozens of hot pot ingredients stored in my space.
There are beef balls, tripe, beef aorta, duck feet, dried oysters, fish tofu, ham sausage, and so on.
Of course, in addition to these, there are also packaged and vacuum-sealed bags of lotus root slices, potato slices, enoki mushrooms, winter melon slices, kelp strips, and so on.
All I need to do is cook some porridge, and I can eat it when it cools down.
You know, I haven't even had hot pot once since I came into this world.
Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
The little guy didn't know what hot pot was, but he knew that his mom ate it. As long as it was food, this foodie dumpling would never refuse: "I want it!"
Immediately, Ye Wanying clapped her hands and said, "Okay, let's have hot pot then."
...........
Half an hour later, Commander Gao left work on time. But as soon as he reached the stairs on the first floor of the family compound, he smelled a delicious aroma. Almost every family in the compound was peeking out, trying to figure out who had made such a fragrant thing. It smelled delicious.
The families living nearby knew exactly which house the aroma was coming from, and sure enough, as soon as they saw Commander Gao returning from get off work, they started teasing him:
"Commander, what is your wife making at home? It smells so good, it's making everyone's mouths water!"
"Yes, yes, we've never smelled anything like this before."
Gao Dan maintained his aloof expression, his thin lips parting slightly as he said, "Well, I don't know either. You've asked the wrong person, ladies."
That's true, how would grown men know?
Several women gathered together, discussing animatedly. In the end, they all decided that when they had time, they would go to the regimental commander's house to learn from his experience.
These days, not many people know how to cook anything delicious, and they're getting tired of eating the same old home-cooked meals.
As soon as Commander Gao entered, the aroma became even stronger: "What are you doing? You can smell it all over the first floor."
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