"You're feeling better today, right? Look at the delicious food I prepared for you: salty and sweet tofu pudding and a straw board sprinkled with double sugar.
The fried ones include spring rolls, pig's trotter rings, and pot-shovel cakes." Zhao Tingting slowly introduced each one to her.
“By the way, these are just snacks. Today’s main dish is your favorite, spicy fish head hotpot.
But you can’t eat spicy food yet, so I only ordered medium spicy.
I wanted something mildly spicy, but I heard the chilies here aren't too spicy, so I ordered medium." A pot of bright red fish head hot pot was placed in front of Zhao Tingting.
"Eat a bowl of salty tofu pudding first to whet your appetite. Don't be impatient. I know you like sweet food. I'll eat salty food.
After finishing the tofu pudding, it’s time to eat the staple food. Take a bite of your favorite fish mouth, and if you don’t like the fish eyes, just pinch them out.
Fish gill meat, this is also your favorite food, wow, so tender and smooth.
It's a bit spicy, so I'll have a sip of the sugary water. It's a shame it's not iced, but I'll make do with it. "
In the room, Fang's mother was lying on the bed, staring at Zhao Tingting who was eating with hatred.
Zhao Tingting moved a table and placed it in a place farthest from the bed but still visible to Fang's mother.
He ordered a table full of delicious food that Fang's mother liked, and explained each bite to her in detail.
With that exaggerated expression, it would be a shame if he didn’t become a food blogger.
The main reason for staying far away is that I am afraid that Fang's mother will get angry and throw pillows. Although pillows are not very harmful, they will ruin the food.
Zhao Tingting ate happily, and after she was full, she left happily facing Fang's mother's eager gaze.
As for the food, Fang Mian will come in to clean it up later. After all, there are still many things left uneaten waiting for Fang Mian to clean up the mess.
After lying in bed for four days, Fang's mother was finally able to go out.
The amazing thing is that he was still in a sickly state on the third day, but was fully recovered on the fourth day.
She hesitated for a second between beating her son and blackmailing him, and then chose to do both.
So she took advantage of Zhao Tingting's absence to sneak into her son's room and beat him up.
Little guy, if I can’t beat your wife, can I beat you?
After venting her anger, she stretched out her hand to him: "I'm so tired, give me money quickly, I want to go shopping."
Fang Mian could only take out a stack of money and give it to Fang's mother with a wronged look on his face. He knew that this day would come.
Fang's mother happily returned to her room with the money.
Put on your favorite little skirt.
"Tingting, do you want to go shopping? I'll pay today." Fang's mother ran to the living room to find Zhao Tingting.
"Is this true? Are you rich?" Zhao Tingting asked doubtfully.
"Really." Fang's mother opened her bag and showed a corner to Zhao Tingting.
Zhao Tingting saw that there was indeed a stack of money inside, and her eyes lit up: "Come on, let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious."
"Of course you must. Give me a portion of everything you ate a few days ago. I want to try them all." Fang's mother said excitedly.
"Okay, I'll take you to eat the most authentic one." Zhao Tingting said.
Since I don’t have to pay for it myself, I’ll definitely choose something good to eat.
The two of them walked out happily hand in hand.
Because neither of them was spending their own money, they felt extremely happy.
"It would be great if you were this rich every day. No, you don't have to be this rich. Just stop being so stingy like before." Zhao Tingting sighed.
"I don't think so. There isn't an opportunity every day." Fang's mother replied.
"You're not stealing from my dad, are you?" Zhao Tingting asked in a low voice.
"What nonsense! Isn't your father's money mine? How can it be considered stealing if I take my own money?" Fang's mother retorted.
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