He Jing felt that she and Yan Hanxi were not close enough for the other party to come over for a meal, but since Yan Hanxi wanted to eat He's family's food, she would cook some and bring it over.
Thinking about it, she realized it had been a long time since she had cooked. She knew how to make all the dishes Yan Hanxi had mentioned, but the ingredients were a bit expensive.
Since that's the case, let's have an extra meal tonight. She'll show off her skills to He Ning and He Sui so they won't always think she's trying to burn down the kitchen.
...
When He Jing and others arrived at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School, they had already bought the groceries, including celery, onions, carrots, shrimp, beef, and some other miscellaneous seasonings.
He Sui saw that she was carrying a large plastic bag that looked so heavy she could barely lift it, so he quickly took the bag from her and exclaimed, "Wow!" "It's so heavy, what did you buy?"
He Jing obediently read the list to him.
Without thinking, He Sui blurted out, "Are you trying to poison us with some kind of culinary disaster?"
He Jing: "..."
She really wanted to.
As a culinary expert with four-star chef skills, her biggest obstacle on her culinary journey is having an older brother who knows nothing about her cooking.
He Ning, being perceptive, instinctively asked, "You can cook?"
He Jing gave an affirmative answer, saying, "I will."
He's attendant chimed in, "It definitely won't taste good."
He Jing coldly snapped, "Shut up."
He Sui shut his mouth, but he was very dissatisfied. He felt that he was right. How delicious could a young lady who never lifted a finger cook?
It can't possibly taste better than what his third brother, He Zhou, makes, can it?
Forty minutes later, the three returned home.
He Jing was the first to enter. Because He Sui was carrying a plastic bag for her and it was inconvenient for him to open the door, she inserted the key into the keyhole first.
Turning the doorknob, He Jing stepped across the threshold and found that He Xiaoguo had returned earlier than usual. He was sitting alone on the sofa, playing with a new toy that He Jing had never seen before and didn't know who had given it to him.
Soon, He Jing discovered another unusual thing in the house: someone was cooking in the kitchen, and the kitchen exhaust fan was running loudly.
The rich aroma of food filled the living room. He Jing clearly felt her stomach rumble. He Sui, who was waiting impatiently behind her, nudged her leg with the plastic bag in his hand and asked, "Why aren't you going in?"
He Jing snapped out of her daze and immediately moved aside to let him go first.
Before He Sui had even fully entered the living room, he exclaimed with immense joy, "Third Brother, you're back!"
Just as I wished for, He Zhou, the best cook, finally returned from his aunt's house. He no longer has to drink the bland and tasteless white porridge cooked by He Ning!
He Zhou always manages to make the most delicious food from the simplest ingredients; he is the pillar of his life in the He family...
Hearing the noise, a man wearing an apron came out of the kitchen.
No, to be precise, he was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy. Because of his mature and virtuous demeanor, He Jing did not think he was young at first glance.
Then, she saw the boy's outstanding features: a pair of charming and amorous peach blossom eyes, a high nose, and lips that were redder than those of most boys. If He Ning was a pure and unyielding snow lotus, then he was a gorgeous and alluring poppy.
He ignored He Sui, but squinted at He Jing and said with a smile, "This must be our nominal younger sister, He Jing, right? Hello, I am the third child in my family, and my name is He Zhou. It's nice to meet you."
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