"Yes, I'll get up right away."
Wash, brush teeth, and cook.
As a chef, many times people are reluctant to cook because they are tired of cooking.
However, Jia Dongsheng is not included, simply because cooking has always been his hobby and an activity that can relax his whole body and mind.
For example, some people like running, some like dancing, some like playing games, but Jia Dongsheng likes cooking.
When cooking, he would put his whole heart into it, and the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction when the meal was ready would make even the worst mood of his life very good.
A loving breakfast doesn’t need to take too long.
That’s because there were no gas stoves in that era, otherwise it would have taken less time.
Speaking of this, Jia Dongsheng felt a little depressed. It would take two or three years for the city of Beijing to use gas stoves, and some people were waiting.
The noodles were cooked. Jia Dongsheng came out of the kitchen and saw Jia Zhang sitting on the sofa. He didn't see her when he got up just now.
"Mom, when did you get up?"
"I got up at seven."
Jia Zhang looked at Jia Dongsheng expressionlessly. This son was getting more and more outrageous. He even let his two daughters-in-law sleep in and not get up, resulting in no one to make breakfast.
"Have you had breakfast yet?"
"How can we eat if no one cooks?" The words came out like a gunpowder, and it was obvious that Jia Zhang was expressing her dissatisfaction.
"Mom, if my sister-in-law, Jingru, and I weren't at home, you would probably starve to death."
He made a joke, but when he saw Jia Zhang's face grow even darker, Jia Dongsheng quickly stopped: "The noodles are ready. I'll go get you a bowl."
Having said that, he turned around and went back to the kitchen to get some noodles.
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