As Shi Sangluo said this, he rolled up his sleeves, turned on the faucet, and prepared to clean the kitchen utensils.

She insisted not to let Fu Chengyuan do anything, and he didn't force her. He just leaned against the door frame with his arms folded and watched her busy.

In memory, it seems that he has never eaten the food she cooked?

No, she must have eaten it once. When she was at the old house, she cooked a table of dishes, and grandpa was very happy.

But he didn't pay much attention to it at that time, and he couldn't remember the taste at that time.

"What are you going to do today?"

Shi Sangluo said: "My cousin brought mutton, and I bought a chicken. I'm going to stew a pot of mutton soup, cook a chestnut stew with chicken, and add a plate of dried shrimps and winter melon, and a stir-fried green vegetable. Three dishes.

One soup should be enough for the three of us."

There are three of us.

Her, cousin, and Xiao Zheng.

He was not included.

Fu Chengyuan said: "I see you also bought some tofu."

"Well, save it for making Mapo Tofu tomorrow."

tomorrow.

Still not his part.

Fu Chengyuan touched his nose and pretended not to understand her subtext.

Shi Sangluo was not talking either. Both of them were smart people, so he would definitely understand what she said.

"Sang Luo," my cousin said slowly, "How about making tofu too? Xiao Zheng likes to eat Mapo tofu."

When Shi Sangluo heard this, he nodded slowly: "...Okay."

Fu Chengyuan coughed lightly and looked at each other with his cousin. There was a tacit understanding in the eyes of the two men.

Xu Zheng was the only one who wasn't very happy. He doesn't eat spicy food!

In front of her cousin, Shi Sangluo was not very good at chasing people away. Fu Chengyuan was too shameless to leave, so she had no choice but to cook step by step.

Although her cooking skills are not as good as her mother's, they are still passable. The cooked dishes are placed on the workbench, and Xu Zheng, a young master at work, has already brought the dishes to the restaurant with great foresight.

Four dishes and one soup, both meat and vegetable, filled the air with a warm aroma.

My cousin asked: "Can Xiaofu drink?"

Fu Chengyuan nodded: "Okay."

"Cousin, he will have to drive when he goes back soon, so he can't drink."

But my cousin didn't take it seriously: "Wouldn't it be better to call for a driver? Xiaozheng is still young, and I am under the control of your cousin at home. I finally have some freedom to drink some wine. How can I drink alone?"

With that said, his cousin directed Xiao Zheng: "Go get the bottle of wine hidden in dad's car."

Xiao Zheng ran out like a little rocket, and soon he came back with a bottle of liquor.

My cousin took it in his hand and said with a smile: "It's not a good wine, Xiao Fu, just drink it. If it's really not good for your throat, forget it."

Fu Chengyuan has already taken the initiative: "I should pour you some wine."

Shi Sangluo finally brought a spoon and put it in the mutton soup. Looking at the wine bottle in Fu Chengyuan's hand, he couldn't help but sweat.

Half a bottle of Hengshui Laobaigan at 56 degrees is enough for one person.

"Does Xiao Fu usually drink?"

Fu Chengyuan finished pouring the wine for his cousin and filled it for himself.

There are no wine glasses at home, only tea glasses. A full glass is just four ounces.

"I drink less at home and drink more when socializing outside."

"Oh, at your kind of drinking party, you probably drink more red wine, right?"

"Yes, there are also foreign wines, and there are relatively few white wines."

"Then you just want to try it today. Those red and foreign wines are not very exciting, but Lao Bai Gan is refreshing."

Fu Chengyuan accompanied him and clinked glasses with his cousin. His cousin drank half the glass in one gulp, which made Fu Chengyuan grit his teeth secretly.

With such a high alcohol content, even though he had a good drinking capacity, he was still sweating.

"Drink, Xiao Fu, why don't you drink?"

"Oh, okay."

The elder drank half the glass in one breath, and he could not be inferior. As a sign of respect for the elder, he also drank half the glass.

"Okay, Xiaofu has a good drinker, let's eat some food."

"Well, okay."

Two grown men were drinking with each other, while Shi Sangluo and Xu Zheng were eating.

She had a small appetite and felt full without eating much. Xu Zheng, on the other hand, was growing up. He finished a bowl of rice and was only half full: "Cousin, is there still food?"

"Yes, I'll serve it to you."

Even so, Shi Sangluo still underestimated Xiao Zheng's appetite.

As a boy of fifteen or sixteen, he was old enough to eat. The rice cooker she bought at that time was just for eating by herself. It was not very big. She cooked a pot of rice today, and Xiao Zheng consumed most of it in the blink of an eye.

The child seems to be still in a state of turmoil and has no intention of eating enough for the time being.

Shi Sangluo hesitated for a moment, should he cook another pot?

But it takes at least forty minutes to cook rice, and I don’t know if it’s too late.

"Cousin..." Xiao Zheng also realized that he seemed to have eaten too much and was a little aggrieved.

Fu Chengyuan asked: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Zheng asked aggrievedly: "Is there anything else to eat at home?"

"Not full?"

"……Um."
Chapter completed!