Chapter 154 The Lost God
"There's no food at home, what are you asking me to do? Wow, there's not even rice at home, how are you going to survive?"
Wang Chuwei had only been in the kitchen a few times. "How about I take you out to eat?"
He asked, but got a negative answer.
"don't want!"
Let him do it!
"Then what dish do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring it over."
"You're so lazy."
Cheng Wanying was ready to change her clothes. It wasn't that particular in winter, just a down jacket over her pajamas would be fine.
Wang Chuwei completely understood that the little girl was not hungry, she just wanted to torment him.
That's all.
"Guess how my dad caught up with my mom?"
The supermarket is not far from home, and the two of them can just walk there.
It snowed last night and the snow was swept to both sides of the road, but the ground was still frozen.
Wang Chuwei reached out and supported Cheng Wanying from behind to prevent her from jumping and falling on him.
"I don't know."
As far as he could remember, her parents had been together and they seemed to have a very good relationship.
Cheng Wanying raised her hands and turned them back and forth in front of his eyes.
"My dad cooks delicious food and is also a great worker. When he was courting my mom, he helped her with the housework and cooked for her at night."
I heard this from my dad, but my mom insisted that she was the one who chased my dad.
Every time, Dad would look at his face and say, "Look, she's talking nonsense again."
She smiled and didn't refute her mother.
However, Cheng Wanying didn't really trust anyone.
Dad’s version is so sad, but mom is just rich and beautiful, and many people like her.
It was so difficult for him to pursue her.
According to my mother's version of the story, my father was taciturn and ignored her. He had barely spoken to her in his entire life.
It was so difficult for her to pursue him.
Wang Chuwei nodded. He knew they were all good people.
He had seen them earlier than little Yingying.
Cheng Wanying faced Wang Chuwei and walked backwards, "You're just good-looking and have some money, but you can't do farm work, you can't cook, and you don't talk. You're finished."
"I'll try my best, okay?"
Wang Chuwei had enough strength to pull Cheng Wanying back, "You're going to hit someone."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay."
The old lady smiled kindly, and the little boy was full of energy. The two of them walking together were really pleasing to the eye.
Cheng Wanying stuck out her tongue embarrassedly and trotted into the supermarket.
She bought a bunch of things and brought them home, intending to fill her house.
What's the point of having so many flowers at home? You can't eat them.
"Sweet and sour pork ribs are hard to cook. Are you sure you don't want to follow the recipe instructions and weigh them?"
Cheng Wanying raised the electronic scale in her hand and adjusted the proportions of sugar, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.
When she ate out, some chefs still weighed the food, but he was so confident that he just did it directly?
“No.”
"Ah, for my mouth's sake, please weigh it."
Afraid that he would cook something inedible, Wang Chuweishi had no choice but to say, "Just tell me."
"20 grams of sugar."
He placed an empty bowl on the scale and scooped a spoonful from the sugar bowl into it.
20.5.
"Salt, 5 grams."
Cheng Wanying then counted, and he threw out another 5 grams.
She felt something was wrong. "Can you... feel it with your hands?"
Wang Chuwei flipped the nearly burnt meat in the pan and said, "Maybe."
"Then, 30 grams of soy sauce."
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