Tan Fuya gave a stiff explanation: "We have a refrigerator at home, which can keep food fresh."
She couldn't very well say that because Fanfan wanted to learn to cook, she impulsively bought all the dishes without knowing if Fanfan had any cooking experience and was worried that she wouldn't have enough practice time, so she prepared too much.
Zhu Fanfan gave a standard fake smile and didn't say anything. She thought rich people were just arrogant. She obediently followed her grandmother's instructions to cut vegetables. Because she had handled a scalpel before, her hand was steady and her eyes and hands could keep up, so she mastered it completely in no time.
The potato shreds were cut to the same size and thickness, and even the tofu could be cut into shreds according to Grandma's explanation. Tan Fuya exclaimed that she was exceptionally talented. On a whim, she asked Zhu Fanfan to cut all the remaining ingredients. She asked Zhu Fanfan to cut carrots into shreds, scallions into shreds, and meat into shreds. After cutting for a long time, Zhu Fanfan felt that she was almost shredded.
Seeing how well Zhu Fanfan was learning, Tan Fuya began to teach her how to prepare ingredients and which seasonings to use, and then taught her how to cook. Zhu Fanfan learned very diligently.
Tan Fuya felt that Zhu Jiabao wasn't the type to spoil children, so she let Zhu Fanfan do the actual work. Zhu Fanfan confidently added oil and ingredients, then stir-fried the vegetables, and even improvised a wok-flipping performance. After the performance, unsurprisingly, the vegetables burned.
Zhu Fanfan looked at her grandmother innocently: "I cooked it according to the steps you taught me. It has nothing to do with me, I'm innocent."
Tan Fuya comforted her, "It's okay, everyone makes mistakes the first time. You get better with practice, we'll just have to do it a few more times."
Luckily, she was prepared. There was enough for Fanfan to waste. Besides, it wasn't that it was inedible, it just didn't look very appealing.
After Zhu Fanfan finished cooking all the dishes, the table was already full. Tan Fuya had to say, "Fanfan must be tired! Your arms must be so sore from cooking so much. Let's cook some more tomorrow."
Fanfan really has no talent for cooking. He can eat everything, but he doesn't have much of an appetite. No wonder he was raised by Zhu Jiabao.
Zhu Fanfan looked at the table full of food and worried, "How long will it take us to finish eating all this?"
Given my grandmother's cooking experience, I really didn't have much of an appetite for this dish that lacked both color, aroma, and flavor. But my grandfather said that wasting food would be punished by lightning.
Tan Fuya said helplessly, "Sister Xu has many close friends, and she often helps others. Let her give these away!"
The country is facing difficulties now, and others are not even having enough to eat. If they knew she was wasting food, wouldn't they curse her to death? Sister Xu has been operating here for forty or fifty years, so naturally she has some friends. In the past, in order to gather information, she became friends with many elderly people living alone, using food as a bridge to maintain relationships. In the current situation, food is the passport to interpersonal relationships, and no matter how much is made, it will not be wasted.
She shouldn't have been so patient with Fanfan's knife skills, his immediate correction of mistakes, and his unwavering determination to learn. She felt she had found a successor and couldn't resist cooking all the dishes in the house.
Cooking was her mother's specialty, and her siblings all learned it. She even taught her daughters, but they only learned the basics. They weren't particularly talented and didn't want to learn, thinking that the kitchen fumes were bad for their skin. Anyway, they had servants at home, so they didn't have to lift a finger.
Fang Zhiguo was right outside the door. Zhu Fanfan specially brought some dishes over and said sweetly, "Uncle Fang, I'm treating you to dinner. I cooked this myself. Please try it."
Fang Zhiguo: ...
Zhu Fanfan said, feeling wronged, "Do you think my cooking is bad? But this is my first time cooking!"
After a long silence, Fang Zhiguo forced out a sentence: "I can't eat if there are only vegetables and no rice."
Zhu Fanfan tilted her head, a puzzled look on her innocent face: "Is a steamed bun okay?"
Fang Zhiguo couldn't refuse, as if Zhu Fanfan would break if he did. He ate the vegetables and steamed buns, finding them very delicious.
Zhu Fanfan felt that reforming Uncle Fang was imperative. Although he was sent by his superiors to protect her and hadn't said a word along the way, she would be in Shanghai for at least a month until Grandpa Hang finished handing her over and she could go home with him. During this time, Uncle Fang couldn't always be like a policeman, staring at her without saying a word. Otherwise, she would feel like a prisoner being monitored. They had to break the ice.
After Uncle Fang came to the Fu family, he always paid for his own meals, saying that the army would reimburse him. This clearly separated him from the Fu family. Wouldn't it be too inconvenient if she made any small moves in the future?
A meal changed Fang Zhiguo's attitude, and he became less harsh towards Zhu Fanfan. Actually, it wasn't that he was harsh; it was mainly because his department was directly under Zhu Jiabao's leadership.
He dared not offend the leader's granddaughter. He had heard the old leader complain that his granddaughter was vindictive and would hold a grudge even if he accidentally said something wrong. She would always try to trip him up. The old leader was afraid of her. So, you can imagine how he would have to be on his guard to deal with someone the old leader was afraid of.
Who knew the intelligence would be wrong? The little granddaughter was such a soft and cuddly New Year's picture doll that she completely ignored the story that she had beaten the enemy agents particularly badly on the train.
Besides, Fu Jing had always wanted to be alone with Zhu Fanfan, but she just couldn't find an opportunity. Finally, in the afternoon, after everyone woke up from their nap, her mother and Sister Xu went to buy groceries, and her father went to the factory. Only Zhu Fanfan and a bodyguard were left at home.
Zhu Fanfan had gotten used to taking a short nap at noon. She needed this time to harvest food from her space in a legitimate way. Moreover, the Heart Sutra was in effect at noon, so taking a short nap could nourish her spirit and make her energetic in the afternoon. A long nap could also beautify her skin. In order to look as youthful and beautiful as she did in her twenties when she was forty, she had to take a nap.
Finally, Fu Jing waited in the hall until she saw Zhu Fanfan. She brought a cup of milk powder to Zhu Fanfan and made her drink it. She was heartbroken and said, "I heard from your maternal grandfather that you have a hard time every day in the Zhu family. Your paternal grandfather can't stand you, and your paternal grandmother often works overtime and doesn't have time to take care of you. You can only be taken care of by the neighbors. They must not have taken good care of you. It hurts me to think about it. I regret sending you away. I am not a good mother."
Mom said that Fanfan's grandparents were busy with work, especially her grandfather, who would take her to the exercise room every day after he came back, forcing her to practice kung fu. He also complained that Fanfan wasn't practicing well and hit her several times. Mom cried several times when she saw this.
Her grandmother was a workaholic who worked overtime every day and sometimes didn't even come home. Fanfan could only be taken care of by the neighbors, but the neighbors were only taking benefits from her, so how could they possibly take good care of her? Fanfan must have suffered a lot of grievances.
Zhu Fanfan: ...Where did this rumor come from? How come she doesn't know about it?
Tears welled up in Fu Jing's eyes and slowly dripped down. Despite her age, she still had the air of a young girl, as if she had suffered a great injustice. Compared to Zhu Fanfan's pitiful appearance, she had more of a mature woman's charm, which softened people's hearts and made them want to help her with any difficulties.
Zhu Fanfan's mind also softened, as if she would feel guilty if she didn't forgive him.
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