"Xiuer, how did you come up with the idea to make shrimp like this?"
After tasting the spicy shrimp cooked by Jiang Yi herself, even Zhang Lanlan, the head chef of the Han family, felt that she had tasted an unparalleled delicacy.
After being questioned by her biological mother, Jiang Yi suddenly remembered that her predecessor had never cooked at home. It was truly astonishing that she could make such delicious food in one go.
"I heard it from a fellow educated youth who was sent to the countryside, and I never expected it to taste so good!"
At the critical moment, Jiang Yi had a flash of inspiration and thought of the best scapegoat.
There were quite a few educated youth at the village's educated youth settlement.
To the villagers, these were all cultured people, city dwellers, who were more knowledgeable and worldly than the villagers themselves.
Jiang Yi conveniently shifted the blame onto the educated youth.
Zhang Lanlan listened to Jiang Yi's answer and didn't ask any further questions.
After all, it's a good deal since it's my own daughter who cooks so well.
In the minds of older generations like Zhang Lanlan, a woman's role should be to know how to cook.
"Xiuer, starting tomorrow, you should learn to cook from your mother. Don't wait until you get married and still not know how to cook; that would be so embarrassing!"
"Mmm!"
Jiang Yi didn't hesitate and readily agreed.
At her age, getting married is the most important thing on her mind. If she can't get married, she'll become an old maid.
In this day and age, there's no such thing as "not getting married."
If anyone jumps out and says they'll never get married or have kids, they'll be bombarded by all their relatives and won't have a peaceful day.
...
Han Ganshan waited until it was completely dark before he got home, still smelling of alcohol and walking unsteadily.
What happened?
Why did you drink so much?
Seeing Han Ganshan's condition, Zhang Lanlan went to greet him while muttering to herself, and took his arm to help him up.
"Hehe, I'm so happy!"
Han Ganshan waved his hand and continued, "I'm not drunk. I can still drink!"
"Yes, yes, you can still drink. I'll get you some more wine later!"
Zhang Lanlan was furious when she saw Han Ganshan so drunk.
A couple of years ago, someone from the neighboring village went out to visit relatives, but he drank too much and fell into a pond on his way home, leaving behind his widow and her children. They were in a really bad situation.
Although there is no longer any talk of orphans and widows in the Han family, Zhang Lanlan still harbors a great deal of resentment towards Han Ganshan for getting drunk.
Jiang Yi was lying in her room, but she wasn't actually asleep. Naturally, she heard her mother nagging outside.
However, Zhang Lanlan's nagging didn't last long, and the courtyard soon quieted down.
At first, you could still hear some noises from the next room, but soon it all stopped.
When Jiang Yi woke up, it was already early the next morning.
She was thinking of lazing in bed for a while, but little did she know that her nephews had already rushed over, yelling and shouting.
Having tasted the deliciousness of spicy shrimp, this group of rascals now truly follow Jiang Yi's lead.
The tool is very obedient, which is good.
But Jiang Yi was a little unaccustomed to this helper being so diligent.
If it were a few years from now, Jiang Yi would naturally like a diligent "tool person." But in this special era, "tool people" are too diligent, while she, as the one who assigns tasks, doesn't have that many things to assign.
Jiang Yi reluctantly got up.
Just as she was about to scold her nephews, she saw Han Ganshan come out of the house and wave to Jiang Yi with a smile.
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