"You make romaine lettuce sound simple, like you can just stir-fry it, but it's hard for anyone to cook it well."
Fatty Li stood beside Yu Hui, hands on his hips, and said with deep feeling.
When he worked in Beijing, he rarely ordered takeout.
I usually rush to the market as soon as I get off work, buy the groceries, and then go home to cook.
Even though he finishes cooking around 8 p.m. every time, he is still very happy.
after all.
Cooking is a pleasure for him!
Whenever he cooks, Fatty Li always plays one of his favorite songs on his iPad.
Watching the food sizzle and release oil in the wok, while listening to pleasant and relaxing music.
It feels like it can dispel all the fatigue of the day, and my whole soul is healed!
"Many people can't cook romaine lettuce well. My mom and I are the same. We can cook other vegetables well, but when it comes to romaine lettuce, it either turns out bitter or releases too much water," said Fatty Li.
"You little brat—"
Upon hearing this, Li Mei immediately turned her head and glared at him through gritted teeth.
"You can talk about yourself, why drag me into it!"
"I was just saying!"
After a few seconds of silence, Fatty Li said to Li Mei, "Mom, but speaking of which, it seems like your cooking skills are the worst at home!"
"Shut up!"
Li Mei immediately stood up.
Family scandals should not be aired in public; Fatty Li probably never considered this point.
With lightning speed.
She grabbed Fatty Li by the collar and slapped him twice on the head.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"You say you're a good cook, but I've never seen you cook at home. It's always your dad who does the cooking."
Li Mei's words hit the nail on the head.
When Li Pangzi was working in Beijing, he always cooked and washed dishes by himself.
Every time Li Mei video calls him, he's either doing housework or on his way to do housework.
This led Li Mei, the "old mother," to believe that her son had become more diligent.
Who knew?
After returning home, things were the same as always.
They either lie on the sofa until it's dented, or they stay in bed all day, or they're always on the toilet.
He doesn't do any housework, but he's always talking and showing off his snacks...
"Mom, look!" Fatty Li lifted his bangs and pointed to his hairline. "Your son's been working this lousy job, and his hairline has receded, and he's lost a lot of hair!"
"Can't you just go home and get some rest?!"
Yu Hui happened to catch this scene, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Fatty Li asked, looking at Yu Hui.
Just as Yu Hui was about to speak, he heard Li Mei say, "You don't know that yet!"
"Look at Xiao Yu, you're only half a year older than him, but look ten years older!"
"Mom, no way!"
Fatty Li looked at Yu Hui with dissatisfaction.
A head of fine, black, tousled hair covered her forehead, and beneath a pair of striking, arched eyebrows, a pair of deep, captivating peach blossom eyes shone brightly.
She has red lips and white teeth, a well-defined jawline, and fair and delicate skin.
He paired a white tank top, light blue jeans, and red and white Feiyue sneakers, exuding a youthful vibe.
Even if you said he just graduated from high school this year, no one would doubt it.
Fatty Li pouted. "Xiao Yu, how come you haven't changed at all over the years? You're still the same as you were in high school."
The face before him instantly brought back his memories of high school.
He vaguely remembered that Yu Hui was very popular at school at the time.
On the confession wall, people confess their love every now and then.
Cough cough!
Both men and women are included.
Every time Yu Hui returned to school after a holiday, he would find his drawer full of snacks and love letters...
Yu Hui smiled slightly. "That happened hundreds of years ago, why bring it up? How many high school classmates' weddings have we attended by now?"
“Oh yeah, I wonder when I’ll be able to get all the money I gave as gifts back,” said Fatty Li. “I’ve written down all the gifts I gave in a little notebook.”
"Marriage?" Li Mei immediately became interested. "I'll find you a girl tomorrow!"
"No...don't do that, I didn't mean it." Fatty Li quickly waved his hand.
"No way, you're 27 this year. If you date for a year or two, you'll be 30 by the time you get married and have kids," Li Mei retorted.
"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about!" Fatty Li said helplessly, "I'm not even 26 years old yet..."
"I don't care, according to our village's age reckoning, you're 27 this year!"
Upon seeing this, Yu Hui quickly drained the bok choy, heated oil in a wok, and sautéed minced garlic until fragrant.
He's worried that he'll be the next one pressured to get married...
Seeing this, Fatty Li changed the subject, saying, "Xiao Yu has cooked, let's take a look!"
"Maybe I can even learn some useful tips."
This tactic worked on Li Mei.
Li Pangzi's complaints just now had aroused her competitive spirit.
Right now.
Li Mei had already put her hair up in a bun.
She was determined to learn something so she could cook a delicious meal and amaze her whole family!
As Yu Hui put the bok choy into the pot, he happened to catch a glimpse of the two people standing obediently to the side.
This put him under immense pressure!
"Why does cooking feel like an exam?" he muttered to himself.
Yu Hui is a respectable person.
He didn't say, "You're blocking my way while I'm cooking."
It was simply a different way of saying it.
"Why don't you move aside? I'm afraid the oil will splash on you."
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