"Chef, what are you doing here?"

"Xiao Lu, why are you here?"

Lu Jiao shook the book in her hand and said, "I just finished night school and was going to come here to memorize some lessons. When I arrived, I saw you sitting here in a daze. You didn't even notice there was a mosquito on your arm."

Shen Xiangnan looked at the place on his arm where he was hit, and sure enough, there was a blood stain the size of a fingernail.

As soon as he raised his hand to wipe it, Lu Jiao had already taken out a handkerchief and wiped it for him.

"Thank you."

Shen Xiangnan was a little surprised and touched, and couldn't help but look at Lu Jiao's face carefully.

She has thick eyebrows, big eyes, slightly upturned eyelids and thick lips. She is not very pretty, but she has the lively and cheerful spirit that only young girls have.

Lu Jiao noticed Erya on the bench and lowered her voice and said, "Chef, this is your daughter, right? She's sleepy, why don't you take her home to sleep?"

Shen Xiangnan was hesitating to find an excuse, but Lu Jiao smiled and said, "Did you have a quarrel with your sister-in-law?"

Shen Xiangnan asked awkwardly, "How do you know?"

Lu Jiao sat down and said with a smile: "Given the temper of my sister-in-law, she will definitely quarrel with you if you are fined so much money today."

Looking at the girl's lively profile, Shen Xiangnan asked curiously, "Do you know what her personality is like?"

Lu Jiao groaned, "Everyone in our Shen's knows that the one in your family is a tigress."

After that, he smiled again and said, "Chef, I was just joking, don't be angry."

Shen Xiangnan snorted, "You are right, she is a tigress, arrogant and unreasonable, and she has no conscience."

Lu Jiao blinked her eyes, "Chef, did you really have a fight with your sister-in-law?"

Shen Xiangnan remained silent, which was considered as his agreement.

Lu Jiao smiled and comforted her, "It's not a big deal. There is no couple that doesn't quarrel. As the saying goes, quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. It's getting late. Go back and bow your head to your sister-in-law, say a few soft words, and this matter will be over. Believe me."

Shen Xiangnan was already holding his breath, and he became even angrier after hearing this: "Why should I bow down to her and spoil her!"

Lu Jiao laughed and said, "You are a man, and it is the duty of a man to give way to his wife."

Shen Xiangnan didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he looked at the book in her hand and asked, "What book are you reading?"

"English, Inglisi."

"You're a waiter, why are you learning this?"

Lu Jiao smiled, and her smile was full of confidence. "I am only a waiter temporarily. I can't be a waiter forever."

Shen Xiangnan was already feeling bored, and upon hearing this he couldn't help but start chatting with the other party.

"So what kind of job do you want to do?"

"I want to work in foreign trade. My cousin is a foreign trade merchandiser. Not only does she have a high income, but she also has the opportunity to go abroad to see the world. To work in foreign trade, you need to be good at English, so I am learning English while working as a waiter. In the future, I want to work in a foreign trade company. I also want to go abroad to see if the moon in foreign countries is rounder than ours."

After learning this, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but admire and look at the girl in front of her with more respect.

There are so many female waiters in Shen's, and what they usually talk about is either their dressing style, who married well, or whose husband makes a lot of money, and all the other things are just family gossip.

In comparison, Lu Jiao looks particularly different.

"Chef, you can actually learn English too."

Shen Xiangnan waved his hands repeatedly, "I can't do it. I'm not educated. I can't even write a complete word."

"Learning English does not require any knowledge, as long as you can speak it and memorize it. Once you learn English, you can work as a chef in a big hotel in the capital, Shanghai, to entertain foreign guests and communicate with them. You can even participate in international cooking competitions and become a first-class chef."

Shen Xiangnan looked at the girl beside him, speechless for a long time.

Going to a metropolis like the capital sounds far away and unrealistic, but which man can resist the temptation of fame and fortune? His peaceful life seemed to have been thrown into turmoil by a huge rock.

…

In the living room, Pei Yang pretended to watch TV, but his eyes glanced towards the kitchen from time to time.

Looking at the clock, it was already ten o'clock. Pei Yang kicked Pei Ziheng with his toes.

"Go ask your mother when she goes to bed."

Pei Ziheng glanced at him, his face cold, "Why don't you go?"

"Your mother is in a bad mood, and I will definitely get scolded if I bother her."

Haha, "You picked me up, so you don't feel bad if I get scolded, right?"

Pei Ziheng said: "Then I must not make my mother angry."

It makes so much sense that I can't refute it.

Pei Yang turned his head and looked at his daughter who was leaning on his son.

Guoguo's eyes were watery from sleepiness. When she saw Pei Yang looking at her, she stretched out her two thin arms and asked for a hug.

"Dad, I'm sleepy."

Pei Yang carried his daughter off the sofa and patted her little butt. "Go find your mother and ask her when you go to bed."

Guoguo was obedient and went to the kitchen rubbing his eyes.

See, having a daughter is still useful.

When Pei Yang turned around, he met his son's contemptuous gaze.

"Mom, I'm sleepy."

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Shen Mingzhu lowered her head and looked at her daughter who was hugging her calf and acting like a spoiled child. She frowned slightly, "Pei Yang!"

"arrive--"

Pei Yang happily ran to the kitchen, "What's wrong?"

"What time is it? Why don't you take the kids to bed?!"

"Guoguo wants to listen to your story before going to sleep, right, Guoguo?"

Shen Mingzhu glared at him, bent down and coaxed her daughter, "Be good, go to bed with Daddy, and Mommy will tell you a new story tomorrow night, okay?"

Hearing that there was a new story, Guoguo nodded immediately, "Okay."

Seeing this, Pei Yang had no choice but to pick up his daughter and go upstairs to sleep.

After the father and daughter went upstairs, Pei Ziheng turned off the TV, got up and went into the kitchen.

"Mother."

Shen Mingzhu glanced at him and said, "It's late, go to bed."

"I'm not sleepy yet."

Pei Ziheng said this and walked up to her.

"Mom, what's the name of your new dish?"

"Raw pickled crab."

“Can you eat raw crabs?”

"Yes, as long as it is cooked well, it tastes better raw than cooked."

"Mom, can you teach me? I want to learn."

"OK."

Shen Mingzhu glanced at her son who was almost as tall as her shoulder, smiled slightly, and started by selecting crabs, raising them in clean water to let them spit out the sand, and then taught her how to make raw marinade.

Pei Ziheng listened carefully, watching her demonstration and memorizing the steps in his mind.

Pei Yang coaxed his daughter to the kitchen door. Seeing his son learning to cook with Shen Mingzhu, he shamelessly joined in.

Half an hour later——

“It smells so good!”

As the red marinade in the iron pot boils, the whole kitchen is filled with a rich and tempting aroma.

Shen Mingzhu took a clean bowl, scooped a spoonful of the pickle sauce to taste it, and then handed it to the father and son to taste it.

After the marinade is ready, turn off the heat, filter it, put it in a basin of ice water to cool it down as quickly as possible, and then start processing the swimming crabs.

Rinse the swimming crab thoroughly inside and out, including the small lid on the belly button.

Drain the cleaned swimming crabs, spread Moutai liquor evenly on them, and then put them into glass jars one by one.

After putting the swimming crabs in, put some raw garlic cloves and chili peppers in the gaps of the glass jar, then pour the cooled marinade into the glass jar until the crabs are completely submerged.

Then put a fist-sized pebble on the crab to press it down to ensure that every crab can be seasoned. (End of this chapter)