Didn't that old woman pick a lot of chili peppers? Why aren't there any in the dish? Where did the chili peppers go?
Chen Feng held her breath and didn't say anything, but she kept a cold face throughout the meal, as if someone owed her a few hundred yuan, and she deliberately ate very little.
Xu Hehua remained silent as she watched Chen Feng behave like this, her head bowed throughout the meal. The atmosphere at the table was strange. Except for the two naive children and Jiang Shushu, no one else said anything and ate in silence.
After returning to the room, Jiang Mingli suppressed his anger and whispered, "Chen Feng, what's wrong with you? You made it seem like others owed you hundreds of dollars just for eating."
"What did I say? Didn't I say anything? Can't I just eat quietly?"
"Your face is so long, do you think you're going to have a quiet meal? Just stay in my hometown for a few days. Can't you please not cause trouble and just have a good New Year's Eve?"
"Why are you being so mean to me? You know I love spicy food. For you, I've been holding back and not saying anything. It's time to eat. What else do you want from me? Your chili sauce is so disgusting. I can't get used to it. I can't eat dishes without chili. Go talk to your mom and ask her to put some chili in the dishes, or cut the dishes in half and put chili in one half." Old woman, you don't want to put chili in me, right? I'll let your son tell you in person, so you know that I'm the most important person in his heart.
"Chen Feng, are you looking for trouble? I ate the chili sauce too. Is that chili sauce any different from the one at home?"
Chen Feng was stubborn and insisted that the chili sauce tasted bad, "Of course it tasted bad. You can't say it tastes good just because your mother made it. I don't have any other requirements. I just want to have a good meal during the New Year. Is that not okay?" Chen Feng burst into tears after she finished speaking.
Jiang Mingli sighed and compromised, "Okay, stop crying, I'll go tell my mom."
Xu Hehua sat under the tree and watched the children play.
Jiang Shushu saw Jiang Mingli when he came out of his room and walked towards Xu Hehua.
"Mom, Xiaofeng was not sensible about dinner. Don't bother with her. I just told her that, and she already knows she was wrong. Xiaofeng has been particularly fond of spicy food in recent years. She can't live without it. After two bland meals, she's not used to it. She's not used to the local climate, so she's a little uncomfortable. She didn't mean to be so cold."
Xu Hehua lowered her eyes, "Okay, I understand. I won't bother with her."
Jiang Mingli smiled. "Thank you, Mom. When you cook, can you leave some vegetables and stir-fry them with chili peppers?"
Jiang Shushu, who was standing at the back and listening to the whole process, said: "..." These two bastards are disgusting again.
Xu Hehua was about to agree when she was interrupted by Jiang Shushu's words.
Jiang Shushu was about to scold Jiang Mingli, but just as he opened his mouth, an idea suddenly occurred to him and he immediately changed his mind. Instead, he said with a smile: "Brother, your family is in the provincial capital. Who usually cooks for you?"
When Jiang Mingli heard what Jiang Shushu said, his scalp tingled unconsciously. "Haha, my little sister is here too?" Why did my little sister appear so mysteriously? I had just checked that my little sister was not there before I came to talk to my mother about cooking.
"This yard is so small, isn't it normal for me to be here? Brother, you haven't answered my question just now. In the provincial capital, who usually cooks in your family?"
Jiang Wenzhe, who was playing, saw that Jiang Mingli didn't say anything, so he immediately spoke for Jiang Mingli: "Auntie, I know that most fathers cook."
I wanted to answer Jiang Mingli who usually eats in the cafeteria: "..." Stupid son, you have brought shame to your father. Why did I forget to tell my sons not to mention that I cooked at home?
Jiang Shushu pretended to exclaim, "Brother, you can cook too? Your wife is so picky about food? If she can eat your cooking, then your cooking must be really delicious."
Jiang Mingli smiled awkwardly: "No, no, it's just normal, just do it occasionally."
"We're a family, don't be so modest. Your cooking must be delicious. My parents and I haven't tasted your cooking yet. Why don't you show us your skills? My parents and I are not picky, as long as we have something to eat. It just so happens that your wife is used to your cooking. You can take over the three meals a day, and everyone will enjoy the meal." These two idiots came back for two meals, didn't help pick a single vegetable, didn't help wash a single bowl, and were still picky. It's your bad habits. Don't you think the food is not delicious? Then you can cook for me.
Jiang Mingli: "..." How did it become that I cook for myself? If the villagers knew that I usually cook at home, they would laugh at me.
"Little sister, my cooking skills are really average, not as delicious as mom's..."
Jiang Shushu ignored Jiang Mingli and turned to Jiang Wenzhe and his brother and said with a smile: "Come on, tell your aunt, is your father's cooking delicious?"
The two brothers said in unison, "It's delicious."
The word "delicious" hit Jiang Mingli's face like a slap, and he couldn't say anything else.
Jiang Shushu stood up and said to Jiang Mingli with a smile, "Brother, don't be so modest. It's not shameful to cook delicious food. I'm sorry to bother you these few days. My parents and I are really looking forward to your cooking skills."
Jiang Shushu pulled the stunned Xu Hehuahua and said, "Mom, my brother will cook for you these few days, so you can take a good rest and enjoy my brother's good fortune for a few days. Otherwise, my brother will go back to work in a few days, and you won't be able to eat even if you want to."
No one answered Jiang Shushu's words, and Jiang Shushu didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he happily continued talking to himself.
"Dad praised my eldest cousin for making delicious braised pork for my third uncle some time ago. If he heard that my eldest cousin was cooking for him these days, he would definitely be very happy. He might even eat an extra bowl of rice."
Xu Hehua felt sorry for Jiang Mingli and wanted to say that she could do it herself, but when she heard Jiang He envy her third uncle for having a son to cook for her, she shut up.
The old man obviously has a son, so we can’t let him just envy others. He should be polite and cook for a few days.
Jiang Mingli looked at Xu Hehua: "..."Mom, please say something. Didn't you hate to let me go into the kitchen before?
Jiang Shushu immediately put away his happy expression and said in a low voice, "Brother, you have been silent all this time. Are you unwilling to cook a few meals for mom and dad? If you really don't want to, forget it. I won't force you. We are not as important as your family."
Jiang Mingli: "..." I'm not forcing you. Why are you doing this? You've said this, can I not do it? Do I have any choice?
"Little sister, look at what you're saying. How could I not be happy? It's really because Mom's cooking is so delicious. I'm afraid my cooking is too ordinary and you won't be used to it. That's why I didn't dare to agree so easily. As long as you don't mind, I'll cook for the next few days."
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