It’s good to be there, I’m just afraid that something might happen if I run away secretly.

Shen Mingzhu looked at the Pei family carefully.

This is a two-bedroom house, facing south and with plenty of light. The living room is connected to the balcony and the kitchen is next to the toilet. The area is about 90 square meters.

Nowadays, being able to be allocated such a spacious apartment in the staff quarters is enough to prove Pei Yang's rank and treatment in the Ocean Company.

Speaking of this, we have to mention Pei Yang's glorious resume.

He joined the army at the age of 16, fought on the battlefield and made military achievements. After retiring, he was assigned to an ocean-going freight company as a crew member. After several years of hard work, he is now the second mate, his position is second only to the captain and the first mate, and he is the third in command on the transport freighter.

Women like her who marry ocean-going sailors are called "sea wives" by the outside world.

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As the sky gradually darkened, lights began to light up in the apartment buildings of the housing estate, and smoke rose from every household.

The Pei family has four major appliances: TV, refrigerator, washing machine and tape recorder.

The refrigerator has a light green exterior, is 1.4 meters tall, and has upper and lower doors.

Above is the ice room, which is filled with frozen seafood such as dried fish and shrimps. This is not surprising. Pei Yang has been at sea for many years, so it is normal for him to send seafood home.

The lower level is the cold storage room, which contains eggplants, radishes, eggs, and a small piece of fresh pork tenderloin.

People of this era prefer to eat fatty meat, because fatty meat is rich in oil and tastes good when stir-fried. However, lean meat like tenderloin is generally only liked by children, because they have not lived a hard life and have picky tastes.

Since she had made up her mind to get along well with her stepson Pei Ziheng, she naturally had to show some sincerity.

Let’s make sweet and sour pork for dinner.

Shen Mingzhu remembered the description of Pei Ziheng in the book, saying that his favorite dish was sweet and sour pork, and he would cook this dish every time he did something bad. Because this dish was the specialty of Pei Ziheng's grandmother, and Grandma Pei was one of the few warm and beautiful things in Pei Ziheng's entire childhood.

Before cooking, you have to cook the rice first.

There were no electric rice cookers in those days, and rice was cooked with open flames. Considering that Pei Ziheng was still sick, she planned to make some radish and lean meat porridge.

After putting the rice into the pot, bring it to a boil over high heat and then simmer over low heat. While the porridge is cooking, Shen Mingzhu is preparing the pork tenderloin.

Cut a small piece and chop it into a paste, slice the rest into thin slices, add salt, cooking wine, eggs and starch to marinate for later use.

Start making the sauce.

Maybe because I cook this dish often, the kitchen has a very complete range of seasonings, including three types of vinegar alone.

After the sauce is ready and the porridge in the pot is cooked, add shredded radish, minced ginger, and lean meat paste in turn. After boiling, turn off the heat, cover the pot and simmer slowly.

Next, make the sweet and sour pork. First, heat the pan and fry the pork slices. The meat slices need to be fried twice so that the sweet and sour pork will be crispy enough.

Take out the fried meat slices, pour cold oil back into the pan, add onion, ginger, garlic, then pour in the prepared sauce, stir-fry over medium heat until the sauce becomes thick, then pour in the fried meat slices and stir-fry for five seconds.

Turn off the heat and serve.

The golden-colored pot-fried pork is wrapped in bright and crystal sauce, served on a white porcelain plate, and garnished with a few mint leaves picked from the balcony. In two words, it can be described as perfect.

I don’t know if it was because of the fragrance that attracted her, but as soon as Shen Mingzhu walked out of the kitchen door with the sweet and sour pork, she saw Pei Ziheng walking out of the second bedroom.

Shen Mingzhu wanted to take credit for it, so she smiled and called out to him, "Come here and see what delicious food I made for you."

Pei Ziheng walked over slowly.

Shen Mingzhu bent down and lowered the plate so that Xinzi could see the meat clearly.

As a result, the child raised his hand and knocked over the plate in her hand.

Shen Mingzhu looked at her stepson in astonishment, and found that he was still laughing, the kind of laugh that clearly showed that his prank had been successful.

Shen Mingzhu was so angry that she wanted to pin the naughty boy to the ground and beat him up, but when she thought of the fate of the original owner in the book, she held back.

Pei Ziheng responded with a sneer, as if to say: I know, I did it on purpose, what can you do to me? Shen Mingzhu nodded angrily, "Okay, this is the only dish you've knocked over tonight, don't eat it, just starve."

After getting angry, Shen Mingzhu went back to the kitchen and got a basin. She picked up the sweet and sour pork on the ground one by one and put it back into the basin. She cleaned the ground, then went back to the kitchen, scooped a bowl of porridge, and ate it at the dining table by herself without even looking at Pei Ziheng.

Pei Ziheng stared at Shen Mingzhu who was eating porridge, feeling extremely puzzled.

He deliberately knocked over her food, but she didn't hit him.

Also, how come this woman’s cooking is so delicious in this life.

It was obvious that the food she cooked in her previous life was as bad as pig food, and she couldn't even make sweet and sour pork.

After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out. Instead, he was so tempted by the fragrance that he went back to his room in a huff.

I won’t be greedy when I fall asleep.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes and thought silently.

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Shen Mingzhu was a person who could let things slide. After eating and drinking her fill, her anger was almost gone.

She has lived two lives after all, why would she bother with a four-year-old child?

She went to the kitchen and scooped half a bowl of porridge again, brought the sweet and sour pork to the door of the second bedroom, turned the door, and unexpectedly found that the door was not locked.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Pei Ziheng sat up from the bed and stared at Shen Mingzhu who had intruded with a wary look on his face.

"The porridge is very hot. I won't care if it spills and burns you. I won't help you clean up the room either. The food is here. You can eat it or not. Anyway, I have done what I should do. You can't blame me if you starve to death."

After saying that, Shen Mingzhu put the tray on the bedside table, turned around and walked away leisurely.

Pei Ziheng stared at the meat and porridge on the bedside table.

The fried golden and crispy sweet and sour pork slices are shaped like butterfly wings, beautiful and tempting. You can almost feel its freshness and deliciousness through the golden coat.

Look at the porridge in the bowl again, it is crystal clear and soft, with a faint hot steam coming out. The rich aroma of porridge mixed with the unique fragrance of radish goes straight into the nose.

Gurgle.

After a struggle between his inner self and his inner desire, Pei Ziheng finally couldn't resist his hunger and reached out to take a piece of sweet and sour pork and put it to his mouth.

When you take a bite, the crispy and crispy flavor, the rich juice and the sweet and sour sauce instantly invade your taste buds.

It’s so delicious that I cried.

Outside the door, Shen Mingzhu looked through the small mirror and saw her stepson wolfing down his food, and she couldn't help laughing.

Little guy, with my superb cooking skills, am I afraid that I can't cook a four-year-old like you? As for whether the sweet and sour pork that fell on the ground is dirty?

Haven't you heard that eating dirty food won't cause sores? No matter how dirty it is, it's the stinky kid's fault. He's spoiled! After sitting in the living room and watching TV for a while, Shen Mingzhu took some water and medicine and went to the second bedroom again, thinking Pei Ziheng had finished eating.

After entering, I didn't see Pei Ziheng, but there was a slight bulge under the quilt.

Shen Mingzhu put down the water and medicine, walked forward and pulled back the quilt.

Pei Ziheng was hiding under the quilt eating sweet and sour pork, his cheeks puffed up like a little hamster. When she lifted the quilt, his eyes widened and his little face turned red with embarrassment.

Shen Mingzhu looked down at him, not disguising her disdain, "Who taught you to eat under the quilt? Are you a little mouse?"

Pei Ziheng's face turned red with anger, "None of your business!"

Shen Mingzhu snorted coldly, "Do you think I want to control you? You are not allowed to eat in bed from now on, or I will punish you to wash your own sheets and quilts, do you hear me?"

(End of this chapter)