Ye Zhenzhen rarely cooks by herself anymore, but her skills have not declined. What's more, in order to reward her son, she has used eighteen classes of martial arts, and the dishes are naturally delicious and delicious.
Cui Zhiming, who had tasted her cooking for the first time, couldn't help but eat two large bowls of rice. If Aunt Cui hadn't stopped him because she was worried that he would accumulate food, the child would probably have to add another bowl.
Cui Zhiduan and Yourong Yan proudly showed off to Cui Zhiming: "Brother Zhiming, look, I'm not lying to you, my mother's cooking skills are the best in the world!"
Cui Zhiming nodded with deep approval: "I have never tasted such delicious dishes. I guess the skills of the royal chefs in the palace are no more than this."
In his limited knowledge, the things in the palace must be the best, and his aunt's craftsmanship may be better than that of the imperial chef.
Cui Zhiduan was even happier than he was being praised, and immediately said: "Brother Zhiming, if you like, you can learn from my mother. My father's skill of making chicken soup was learned from my mother."
Cui Zhiming didn't know that this dish was cooked by his aunt and uncle together. When he heard that his uncle knew how to cook chicken soup, he was immediately surprised.
"The sage has said that a gentleman cooks far away. My uncle is a gentleman. Can he also cook?" He asked curiously.
Cui Weizhen said: "Reading should not be done with a smattering of knowledge. 'A gentleman stays away from the kitchen' because a gentleman cannot bear to hear the cries of dying animals. This is a kind of benevolence, and it is two different things from not being able to cook."
Cui Zhiming's face turned red, he stood up and bowed: "Yes, my nephew has learned a lesson."
Ye Zhenzhen gave him a scolding look. This man was indeed a person. Even ordinary after-dinner conversations could be turned into classroom lectures by him. His temperament of being a teacher has not changed at all.
She deliberately exposed his shortcomings in front of her children: "Don't listen to your uncle's high-sounding words. He is a terrible cook. The first time he made chicken soup, he almost poured down the entire jar of salt."
Cui Weizhen also recalled the scene back then. When Zhen'er gave birth, he made chicken soup for Zhen'er. The salty and astringent taste is still unforgettable to him.
Zhen'er, who was on the delivery bed, still drank the chicken soup that tasted so bad without changing her expression. Thinking of that scene, his eyes became gentler.
Cui Zhiduan didn't know that his parents were flirting with each other. This was the first time he heard about this. His eyes widened in surprise and he curiously asked his grandmother for confirmation: "Grandma, is everything my mother said true?"
In his limited years, he often saw his father and mother cooking together, so he didn't think there was anything to be surprised about when a man cooked. What surprised him was that his father, who he thought was omnipotent, actually did this.
Such a stupid thing!
He thought his father's cooking skills were truly inherited from his mother.
Aunt Cui smiled so hard that she narrowed her eyes: "Isn't that right? When your mother was giving birth to you, your father was very anxious outside the delivery room. Your mother was worried that your father would break in and delay things, so she sent your father to make chicken soup. As a result,
...That chicken soup is the most disgusting food your father has ever made."
Cui Zhiduan was so shocked and surprised when he heard about the scene when he was born that he couldn't even care about his father's embarrassment and quickly pestered his grandmother to ask more questions.
Aunt Cui was defeated by her grandson's curious questions about the baby. The couple next to her were loving each other, but Cui Zhiming was the most normal and loyal listener.
Well, at first glance, this picture is quite harmonious.
