Zhao Yilu was busy in the kitchen. His grandma and grandpa were both young masters and young ladies from wealthy families in Beijing, and they didn't know how to do many things.
During the years he lived with them in the countryside, Zhao Yilu helped out a lot with the chores and was able to cook a home-cooked meal, which tasted very good. Grandpa praised his cooking more than once, saying it was much more delicious than grandma's.
Zhao Yilu used the remaining chicken to make chicken soup for Fan Hua, and also made a cold dish of Fan Hua's favorite spicy and sour bamboo shoots. In addition, there was a plate of popcorn chicken that Fan Hua had fried earlier. Zhao Yilu felt that these three dishes were enough.
Of course, he did not forget to set aside a small piece of chicken breast and chop it into small pieces to make some nutritious rice porridge for the two little ones. He had specifically asked his grandmother for advice on this when he called home before.
The food was ready and served on the table. Zhao Yilu shouted, "Wife, it's time to eat!"
After saying that, he wiped his hands clean and hugged the two little ones.
He put the two little guys on the bamboo cart. Zhao Yilu found two small handkerchiefs and tied them on their chests, then brought over the shredded chicken porridge and prepared to feed them.
Fan Hua was surprised to see Zhao Yilu taking care of the two children so skillfully that she couldn't help asking, "Have you ever taken care of children before?"
Zhao Yilu said as he stirred the porridge in the bowl, "This is the first time, but when I called home, I asked my grandma for advice, so I know a little bit more. If there's anything I didn't do well, just tell me directly. When I'm at home, just take a good rest and relax!"
After saying that, Zhao Yilu scooped up a small spoonful and put it into Xiaoxiao's mouth, and then scooped up another spoonful and put it into Yuanyuan's mouth.
Zhao Yilu saw Fan Hua staring at him without moving, and hurriedly urged her, "Why are you still standing there? Eat it while it's hot and taste my cooking skills. Drink more chicken soup to replenish your body!"
Fan Hua took a sip of the chicken soup and found it unexpectedly delicious. She then picked up some spicy and sour bamboo shoots and put them in her mouth. It was as good as the one in the state-owned restaurant downstairs. She had never expected that Zhao Yilu's cooking skills were so good. It seemed that she and her children would have such a good meal in the future.
In the bamboo cart, the two little guys ate with great relish. After a while, they finished a small bowl of shredded chicken rice porridge. Zhao Yilu wiped their mouths, put the toy dog on the bamboo cart for them to play with, and then started to accompany Fan Hua to eat.
"How is it? Wife, do you like the food I cooked?"
Fan Hua nodded reluctantly, "It's just so-so, but who did you learn to cook from?"
"I learned it from my grandma. She cooks delicious food. When she cooked, I would always help her light the fire. Then, during the years when the Cultural Revolution was raging, I followed my grandma and grandpa to the countryside. The conditions in the countryside were difficult, and my grandma was not in good health. The food they cooked was terrible, so I was the main chef in the family during those years. I became proficient as time went by."
"Are grandparents still in the countryside now?" Fan Hua asked curiously.
"Well, my grandparents were not from good families. They were young masters and young ladies from wealthy families. In order to survive the literary gathering, they donated their house in Beijing to the country and voluntarily handed over their property. They hid in the mountains of Fang County, south of Beijing, and that's how they escaped. They have lived there ever since."
"Then they sent you so much money, you shouldn't have accepted it!" Fan Hua said immediately.
Zhao Yilu smiled, "Don't worry, although the house and money have been donated, some of them are still hidden. They still have a lot of good things. In addition, after the end of the Wenhui Revolution, grandpa has been rehabilitated. Any painting he paints and sells can be worth a lot of money!"
"Grandpa is a great painter?" Fan Hua asked.
"I guess so. He is still very famous among Northern painters!" Zhao Yilu said truthfully.
Fan Hua was surprised and happy!
Because the plot of the original book mainly unfolds in Beijing, and Fan Hua always likes to jump around, so Fan Hua only knows that Zhao Yilu's grandfather He Zhengxiang is the commander of the military district, and knows very little about Zhao Xubai who has always lived in the countryside. Fan Hua knows that Zhao Yilu's mother came from a scholarly family, but she didn't expect that her grandfather was a great painter!
Fan Hua, who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts and loves painting, suddenly looks forward to meeting Zhao Yilu's grandfather as soon as possible...
Seeing the surprise on Fan Hua's face, Zhao Yilu couldn't help but smile and said, "I'll take you back to see grandpa after the Chinese New Year. You two both like painting, so you will definitely be able to talk about it together!"
Fan Hua continued eating and ignored Zhao Yilu. She didn't want Zhao Yilu to be too proud. Even though she had forgiven him in her heart, she still had to ignore him for a few days on the surface.
After lunch, Zhao Yilu asked the mother and her two daughters to rest for a while, and he consciously cleaned up the dishes. When he finished and went to the bedroom, the mother and her two daughters had already fallen asleep.
Zhao Yilu looked at the three people he loved most on the bed with tenderness on his face, and couldn't help but pick up the camera and secretly took a photo.
He tiptoed out of the bedroom, thinking that the two children were already more than seven months old and would soon learn to walk. He began to carefully wrap the corners of furniture and other sharp corners with rags, and then went to the next bedroom to take a nap. In fact, he hadn't slept well for several days because of the rehearsal...
The family slept until about three in the afternoon, when they were awakened by Yuanyuan's crying after wetting the bed...
Zhao Yilu rushed over to help after hearing the crying. He saw Fan Hua had already picked up Yuan Yuan, so he went forward to help change the small mattress that had been wet by Yuan Yuan's urine. Seeing Xiao Xiao was also awakened, Zhao Yilu first picked up Xiao Xiao, then took Yuan Yuan from Fan Hua, holding one in each hand, and then said to Fan Hua, "Change your clothes, let's take Yuan Yuan and Xiao Xiao to the park for a walk. If you go back to sleep, you won't be able to sleep at night!"
Fan Hua looked at Zhao Yilu holding a baby in one hand and felt inexplicably happy. She drove Zhao Yilu out of the bedroom and prepared to change clothes.
Finally, she chose a light blue long dress with a white collar that had been made a few days ago, and used a headband of the same color to braid herself into a pigtail that hung to one side. She also simply drew her eyebrows and put on a little lipstick, making her already beautiful and sweet face even more radiant.
When Fan Hua walked out of the bedroom, Zhao Yilu stared at her without blinking, and couldn't help but praise her: "My wife is so beautiful, like a fairy from heaven!"
Fan Hua snorted lightly. This Zhao Yilu seemed like a different person after the matter was made clear. He no longer had the cold and restrained manner he used to have. It was a bit hard for her to get used to it for a while.
Fortunately, his face is good-looking enough. After joining the army, he has a bit more integrity that is unique to soldiers. Even if he is smiling, he doesn't look greasy! Otherwise, the ruffian energy on his face really makes people think of Huang Mao...
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