When the hot pickled fish was brought out, she couldn't take it because it was too hot, so Li Yanling went to get two pieces of cloth to wrap for her and take it back.

Zhao Linghua couldn't help but stop and said: "Sister Yanling, what you cook is the most delicious. I can smell the fragrance from a distance, and I think what I cook is not as delicious as yours!"

She also made it according to the steps given by Li Yanling, but it was not as delicious as Li Yanling's.

Li Yanling only smiled and said: "It should be much better once you get more familiar with it!"

Of course, what they cook is definitely not as good as what she cooks. That’s because the fish are different, and so are the vegetables. Her fish and vegetables are both raised in the space, and are certainly different from those bought outside.

Zhao Linghua thought about it and stopped worrying. What she made was not as delicious as Li Yanling's, but it was not bad. Her family also liked it.

After Zhao Linghua returned, Li Yanling and Xia Hong each brought two porridge pots, filled two pots and carried them out. The two children were so happy that they followed them and jumped up and down.

There was a lot of excitement here as the dishes were being cooked, but over there Wei Lanxin couldn't help but peek in the room. In order to prevent her children from discovering it, she hid and peeked.

There was nothing she could do about it, the scent was so alluring, she was drooling.

Not to mention Wei Lanxin's two children, who were lying on the door and watching eagerly.

Here, Li Yanling and Xia Hong put the fish in the pot on the table, and the other one put it aside first, as he probably wouldn't be able to finish it. Although the table was set, Zhu Zhengang hadn't come back yet, so everyone hadn't started eating yet.

No, after waiting for a long time, Liu Zhenglong from the opposite door has come back, but the one from here has not come back.

It was getting dark, and the two children had been watching eagerly for a long time. Li Yanling and the others were still worried that the food would get cold, so they lit a small fire on the stove to warm the fish soup. When it was almost eight o'clock, they finally came back.

When Zhu Zhengang walked in and saw so many people waiting for him, he immediately felt embarrassed and said, "I've kept you waiting for so long. Comrade Li Yanling, I'm sorry!"

Li Yanling didn't have anything to worry about and said with a smile: "If you have a good meal, you won't be late!"

Xia Hong couldn't help but ask: "Why so late?"

Zhu Zhengang glanced towards the opposite door and said, "Work overtime."

But he didn't say anything specific, and it was not convenient to talk about the company's affairs. Xia Hong also understood, so she didn't ask any more questions. She just had an idea of ​​what was going on.

"Eat quickly, this is what sister Yan Ling made... pickled fish, it's delicious, try it!"

Zhu Zhengang saw a pot of fish, which was still fragrant, and was surprised: "Pickle fish? It looks novel. It seems that I came back late and it's good to eat!"

After saying this, everyone felt relaxed and happily ate fish together!

When everyone tasted it, everyone was overjoyed and no one disliked it.

The house was lively and lively, but the one opposite was not so happy.

Wei Lanxin's family also gathered around the table to eat, but the two children were obviously not as happy as usual.

Liu Zhenglong couldn't help but ask: "What's going on? Aren't you usually the happiest when eating? Why don't you talk today?"

Speaking of this, Wei Lanxin was also very unhappy and glared at the two children: "Why, you two brats think my cooking is not delicious?"

"There is no fish flavor like Aunt Yanling and the others!" Liu Xinglei said weakly. As he spoke, he couldn't help but lean towards Liu Zhenglong, obviously afraid that his own mother would be angry.
Chapter completed!