Let alone this request, Qingshan wasn't exaggerating. Even if Luo Shaohui ordered a full banquet, she could have done it. But Luo Shaohui was just teasing her and didn't take it seriously. This was the United States, where peanut butter was common but fried peanuts were rare. Where could they get them? The wine was probably just some fancy-looking foreign whiskey with average taste. If she wanted to satisfy her craving, she would have to wait until she returned home.
Qingshan smiled brightly, agreed, and went into the kitchen. They rented a hotel suite on the top floor of the hotel building, which was fully equipped with appliances and kitchen utensils. Luo Wenyuan helped Luo Shaohui sit at the dining table and waited for dinner to be served.
Qingshan entered the space, took out the pots and pans and started cooking. Yin'er and Hongdeng were originally playing hide-and-seek in the space, but when they smelled the fragrance, they ran over and surrounded Qingshan, shamelessly asking to help their master taste the saltiness. Qingshan had no choice but to make a big pot of beef stewed with lotus root and a basket of crab meat dumplings to feed the two pets first.
Qingshan was busy cooking in the space, and Luo Shaohui pulled Luo Wenyuan aside to ask about the situation at home.
"Wen Yuan, is your grandfather... okay?"
Luo Shaohui asked this question with trepidation in his heart. When his elder brother and sister-in-law passed away, his old father was deeply shocked. He really didn't know how sad his old father would be when the bad news of his death spread back to China.
"Grandpa is in good health now, thanks to Qingshan's medication. His decades-long high blood pressure is gone, and he looks like a man in his fifties!"
"Oh? Really? That's great, that's great! My niece-in-law has done a great job!"
Luo Shaohui breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling relieved.
"When the news of your... uh, death reached China, Grandpa's hair turned completely white overnight. He stayed in bed at home for over a month before going out to see anyone. Grandpa built a cenotaph for you, right next to my parents. Every Qingming Festival and the anniversary of your death, Grandpa would bring good wine and food and sit in the cemetery for the entire day..."
As Luo Wenyuan spoke, Luo Shaohui seemed to see his old father with a head full of white hair, leaning against the tombstones of his sons, his figure hunched over. His heart ached and tears fell.
Luo Wenyuan reached out and patted his uncle's shoulder, comforting him: "Uncle, don't be sad, it's all in the past. If grandpa knew you were still alive, I don't know how happy he would be! Eat more and take care of yourself. Let's go back to the capital to see grandpa soon!"
Luo Shaohui wiped his face and nodded in agreement: "That's right, let's go home early! Go home to see Old Luo!"
The uncle and nephew had only been talking for a short while, about ten minutes, when Qingshan's voice came from the kitchen: "Wenyuan, come and help!"
Luo Wenyuan quickly went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes, but Luo Shaohui was confused: "It's ready already? It can't be just one dish, right? No way, why would I need to ask Wenyuan to help serve just one dish! Maybe now all the meals are "fast food" that can be eaten right out of the bag. It's true that technology is developing and the times are progressing!
Qingshan made chicken soup with angelica and ginseng, lamb ribs with yam, winter melon, beef brisket stewed with radish and soybean, lotus seed cake with coix seed, dry-fried yellow croaker, braised pork feet with red dates and wolfberry, cold cucumber salad, and a platter of fried peanuts, fried peas and fried broad beans. The staple food was millet porridge to stimulate the stomach and replenish the body, plus ten small pumpkin buns and four trays of lamb and onion dumplings.
Luo Wenyuan helped to bring the food to the table. Qingshan took the opportunity to let Yin'er out to go to the toilet. After it was done, he put it back into the space, washed his hands, and went to the restaurant to eat.
Luo Shaohui looked at the table full of steaming food, his mouth watering. "This, this is all made by Qingshan?"
Luo Wenyuan placed a pair of emerald green bamboo chopsticks in front of his uncle and nodded with a proud look on his face.
"A whole table of food like this... ready in just ten minutes?"
"Qingshan cooks quickly, and most of the food is semi-finished, so you can just heat it up and eat it!"
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