Not enough understanding

As soon as Pei Baoshan finished speaking, Pei Shanshan smiled and retorted, "Dad, what you said is wrong. The food my sister-in-law cooks is so delicious, even if it is cold, it will be the same delicious."

Pei Baoshan nodded immediately after hearing this, "Yes, yes, Shanshan is right, it tastes delicious."

While the father and daughter were talking, Pei Baoshan was watching them.

Listening to the conversation between the two people and looking at the expressions of the two people, there was no trace of this performance at all.

Obviously, the two of them said these words from their hearts.

This adds people, but he really treats Jiang Ran as a relative.

Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes, didn't say anything, but picked up the chopsticks and slowly started to eat the meal.

When he was in Taipei City, Jiang Zhi had already eaten snacks from the snack shop.

Jiang Zhi knew that those dim sum were made by Jiang Ran.

The dim sum is delicious, but it is not made with ginger.

These foods on the table are also delicious, and they are better than those snacks.

Jiang Zhi tasted every dish. Although every dish was delicious, he still ate it. These dishes were obviously not made by one person.

There are several dishes that taste so delicious that they are enjoyable.

Jiang Zhi's eyes and chopsticks frequently fell on the dishes, and of course everyone sitting there discovered it.

Others didn't say anything, but Pei Jing, a child, said whatever he said.

Pei Jing looked proud, "Great Grandpa, do you think the mother made it very delicious?"

Hearing Pei Jing's words, Jiang Zhi looked at Pei Jing, "How do you know which dishes are made by your mother?"

Pei Jing was clearly talking to him just now and didn't go to the kitchen.

These foods were brought here, but no one has ever said which ones were made by Jiang Ran.

Facing Jiang Zhi's doubts, Pei Jing's chubby little face was full of pride, "I'll know if I taste it!"

The dishes my mother cooks are different from others, and he will know it as soon as he tastes them.

Hearing Pei Jing's answer, Jiang Zhi thought about it carefully. It seemed that not only Pei Jing, but also others were eating dishes made by Jiangran.

This shows that they all know which dishes are made from ginger dye.

If you don’t know very well, it’s impossible to know who made the dish by just one bite.

Although Jiang Zhi also tasted the differences between those dishes, he was not sure that it was made by Jiang Ran.

He knew that this was because he didn't know Jiang Ran enough.

Jiang Zhi's thoughts were surging in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.

Because I was not familiar with Jiang Zhi and didn’t know what to say, the atmosphere on the dining table seemed a bit dull.

Fortunately, although the atmosphere was a little dull, it did not delay everyone's meals.

When everyone put down their chopsticks, the food on the table had been eaten clean.

Those who always cook can control the amount of food.

Even if it cannot be said to be completely accurate, it is not much different.

They all come from poor days, and no one will waste food.

Jiang Ran doesn’t like to eat leftovers, so she can only control the amount of each meal.

Fortunately, the effect is still good.

The men of the Pei family do not do nothing.

Jiang Ran, Wang Cuilan and Pei Shanshan have already cooked the meal. Now that they have finished their meal, Pei Baoshan, Pei Huai and Pei Yang spontaneously stood up to clean the dishes, wipe the table and sweep the floor, and clean the kitchen.

Jiang Ran, Wang Cuilan and Pei Shanshan sat on the sofa and talked and rested.

Jiang Zhi sat aside and watched. He could see that this was the norm for this family, not for him to show.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!