Seeing that Lin Shifu still knew he was guilty, Ji Wanqing felt relieved. Fortunately, he was not that blind.
At this moment, Ji Wanqing looked towards Song Ying'an's kitchen with a troubled look on her face: "Do you think Jiaojiao will burn down Ying'an's kitchen?"
Lin Shifu quickly covered Ji Wanqing's mouth and said, "Look at what you are saying. You must have confidence in our daughter. If she can't do anything, how can she survive in the village?"
Ji Wanqing pulled down her hand that was covering her mouth, looking puzzled but still answering Lin Shifu's question: "Of course I asked someone to help me, otherwise, do you think Jiaojiao can take care of herself by herself?"
At this moment, even if Lin Shifu turned on the filter, he could not say that Lin Xuanjiao could survive on her own. After all, he knew his daughter's own weight.
At this moment, Lin Xuanjiao was in Song Yingan's kitchen, just as Ji Wanqing had expected, doing nothing and unable to help at all. She could only sit on a small stool and watch Song Yingan busy herself.
Lin Xuanjiao looked at the blazing fire in the stove with a look of regret on her face: "I thought I could come and help you light the fire! Now it seems that I was overthinking it. You don't need my help here at all. There is absolutely no use for me here."
Song Ying'an curved his lips and smiled, adding a touch of color to his handsome appearance, making it even more dazzling. "Your presence here is the greatest help to me. I feel better just by seeing you."
Lin Xuanjiao blushed because of Song Yingan's words. Really, Song Yingan now has a lot of sweet words, which made her feel a little embarrassed. Lin Xuanjiao even missed the Song Yingan who didn't know anything before and was always amused by her.
Lin Xuanjiao looked at the busy Song Ying'an and asked curiously, "What delicious food are you going to make today?"
Song Ying'an scraped the scales of the fish in his hand, his movements not vague at all, and at the same time did not forget to reply: "We have fish, chickens and ducks, do you need anything else?"
Lin Xuanjiao thought about it seriously, and then said what she wanted to eat: "Can you make the pork again? I want to eat your pork."
"Of course no problem, I'll make it for you if you like it. Is there anything else you want to eat?"
Lin Xuanjiao looked at the dishes he had prepared and thought they were almost done, so she didn't mention anything else. She just reminded him, "Do you need to stir-fry a few more vegetarian dishes? Otherwise, it will all be meat dishes."
Song Ying'an nodded: "It's time to prepare some vegetables. I'll go to the yard and pick some."
"Do you grow all your vegetables in the yard?"
"Yes! They are all planted in the yard."
Thinking that she hadn't really seen Song Ying'an's vegetable garden yet, Lin Xuanjiao asked, "Can I go take a look at your vegetable garden? I'm a little curious."
Song Ying'an paused while cutting the fish fillet, then pretended nothing had happened and said, "Of course, you can go wherever you want."
Lin Xuanjiao saw clearly what was wrong with Song Yingan this time. She rolled her eyes a few times and just as she was about to move, she sat back down again. "Forget it! I'd better sit here with you! You look lonely here all by yourself."
Song Ying'an, with his back to Lin Xuanjiao, couldn't help but smile when he heard what she said: "Okay! Then you have to accompany a lonely poor man like me."
In this way, Lin Xuanjiao stayed in the kitchen until Song Yingan finished cooking before she walked out of the kitchen.
At this moment, she was holding a plate in one hand, walking in front and shouting, "Dinner is ready, dinner is ready, hurry up and eat, I promise this is definitely the most delicious thing you have ever eaten."
After placing the dishes on the table one by one and everyone was seated, Lin Xuanjiao couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks and urge everyone to start eating quickly. Only after the elders started eating first did Lin Xuanjiao feel comfortable picking up the chopsticks to eat.
It just so happened that they were curious about how delicious the food that Lin Xuanjiao praised so highly could be, so they all started to pick up their chopsticks.
As soon as they took a bite, everyone's eyes lit up as expected. The taste was really good. No wonder Lin Xuanjiao, who was used to eating delicious food, praised the food made by Song Yingan.
For a moment, the only sound at the table was the sound of people picking up food and chewing, and no one spoke.
When everyone had almost finished eating, Ji Songqing finally spoke up, "Song Yingan, the food you cook is really delicious. It's indeed better than the food cooked by the chefs at state-owned restaurants."
Song Ying'an had not participated in the little episode between Lin Xuanjiao and Ji Songqing just now. At this moment, he was a little confused when he heard Ji Songqing's words. Why did he compare him with the chef of a state-owned restaurant?
Before Song Ying'an could even think of a response, Lin Xuanjiao retorted, "Don't you believe that Song Ying'an's cooking is delicious? Then why did you eat so much just now? Aren't you ashamed?"
Ji Songqing didn't take Lin Xuanjiao's words to heart. He was really slapped in the face at this moment. If he hadn't eaten the food before, he would never have thought that Song Yingan had this trick.
Especially the slippery meat. Ji Songqing knew that this dish was unique to this place. The method was simple, but the taste of these people was different. Even if they followed the method, the taste was still different. This was a strange thing.
Ji Songqing looked at the slippery meat in his bowl and wondered why the slippery meat made by his mother was different from the one in front of him. Although his family was not from here, they had lived in this place for several years.
After getting to know all the neighbors on the street, his mother developed a new hobby. Whenever she tasted something delicious, she would go back and ask these people how they made it. After knowing the method, she would go back and figure out how to make it.
Actually, the food he cooks is pretty good, but the premise is that it can't be compared with Song Ying'an's. Ji Songqing thought silently in his heart that he would never say these things, unless he thought his life was too comfortable and wanted to make himself suffer.
Zhao Shufang had no idea that the food she cooked was being disliked by her own son, and her old illness started to come back again.
She looked at the bowl of pork, which she had finished drinking until the soup was almost gone, and asked earnestly, "How do you make your pork? I think it's the best I've ever tasted. I've made it myself, but it still tastes far better than yours."
Being bolder is not a feeling, but it is definitely not as good as others. Ji Songqing can't say what is in his heart, but he can think about it!
Song Yingan was extremely serious about food, and was happy to see that Zhao Shufang really liked it, so he told Zhao Shufang the details of making the slippery meat.
One person was talking happily, one was listening happily, and the others were eating happily, making the scene particularly warm.
After explaining the method, Song Ying'an looked at the happy people at the table and felt happy.
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