Now that he knew they were feeding her bad things, Nuan Nuan didn't want Meng Wanfeng to stay in that home any longer.
Test the ingredients inside first, and then make next steps.
However, nothing was as important as her having to cook a big meal for her mother.
"You... are so good at it." Meng Wanfeng looked at Wen Nuan working efficiently in the kitchen, and her eyes became moist as she watched.
She didn't know if other girls were as good at cooking, but she knew that Gu Yuhe couldn't even make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
One time, I wanted to cook for my family on a whim, but I almost burned down the kitchen.
From then on, Gu Yuhe was afraid of going into the kitchen. The Gu family also doted on her and never even let her go into the kitchen to serve food or wash dishes.
But her daughter had already prepared a table of dishes in a short time.
These are not ordinary dishes. These dishes are full of flavor and flavor. Even the chefs in some big restaurants may not have this ability.
It is said that children from poor families become masters early.
She must have been doing these things since she was a child, so she has such abilities.
Meng Wanfeng recalled that when she held her hand before, she had thin calluses on her hands at such a young age.
"Mom," Wen Nuan sighed and went up to hug Meng Wanfeng, "Don't be sad, I actually like cooking."
She prefers cooking to doing other housework.
I didn't understand it when I was a child, but I also knew that if Wang Huahua's cooking was not good and her cooking was delicious, Wen Fengqi would not hit her if she was happy with the food.
Later, when my grandfather was still alive, he saw that she was quite savvy and taught her some dishes.
It was also at that time that Nuan Nuan really fell in love with cooking.
"Don't be sad," she comforted Meng Wanfeng distressedly, "do you think I can open a restaurant with my current skills?"
"Just think that I am out to learn my skills. How can I learn my skills without suffering?"
But if she were a child of the Gu family, she wouldn't have to endure these hardships.
"Then you tell me how to do it, and I'll learn to do it." Meng Wanfeng rolled up her sleeves and said to Nuan Nuan.
"Don't compete with me for work," Wen Nuan stopped her with a smile, "Cooking is my favorite thing to do, especially cooking for the people I love."
That's simply a pleasure.
"Didn't you say that you want to pick up the previous designs?" Wen Nuan smiled and said to Meng Wanfeng, "How about you design a piece of jewelry for me as a gift first?"
"Okay, okay." Meng Wanfeng nodded hurriedly, "I'll get the notebook."
The ancestors of the Meng family owned a jewelry store. Meng Wanfeng liked designing jewelry since she was a child. However, due to policy reasons, something happened at home and she was confused later, the design work was delayed.
While shopping, she told Nuan Nuan about her past events. Nuan Nuan took her words to heart and took her to buy a notebook specially used for designing.
Meng Wanfeng gently stroked the notebook, which was given to her by her daughter. She planned to use this notebook to design many of her favorite accessories for Nuan Nuan in the future.
Meng Wanfeng looks charming when she is focused on something to do.
When Gu Nanshan woke up from his sleep, he happened to see Meng Wanfeng drawing something under the lamp in the living room.
The more beautiful people look at her under the lamp, the more beautiful they become, not to mention she is still so focused.
Gu Nanshan was stunned for a while.
The camera seemed to suddenly switch to the scene where he first met Meng Wanfeng decades ago.
But it was daytime, and he went to Meng's house with his teacher to visit Meng Wanfeng's grandfather, and happened to meet Meng Wanfeng who was sitting in the courtyard and focusing on painting.
The girl looked at the paintings on the drawing board intently, as if she was thinking, and the surrounding environment seemed to be integrated with her.
It makes people linger and forget to leave.
That was how he was at that time, attracted by her focused beauty.
Seeing the frown on her face, Gu Nanshan couldn't help but stepped forward to find out. Then he saw that she thought for a while and then wanted to tear off the painting on the drawing board.
"Wait." Gu Nanshan stopped her hastily.
Only then did Meng Wanfeng realize that there was someone standing behind her. She was a little unhappy at the sudden interruption, "Who are you? Why are you stopping me?"
"This painting is very good, why do you want to tear it up?" Gu Nanshan asked.
"You think it's good?" Meng Wanfeng glanced at her painting with disgust, "But I don't think it looks good."
"What's wrong with it?" Gu Nanshan took the painting and looked at it carefully, then glanced at Meng Wanfeng, then picked up the pen on her desk and added two strokes.
"Why are you scribbling on other people's paintings?" Meng Wanfeng angrily tried to grab it, but her eyes saw the two strokes of Gu Nanshan's calligraphy.
Of course, his painting skills are not as good as Meng Wanfeng's, but the two strokes he added are not obtrusive. Instead, they cover up the areas that Meng Wanfeng found awkward before.
Meng Wanfeng let out a cry, looked at her painting carefully with joy, and looked at Gu Nanshan with admiration, "You are really amazing."
"Are you studying painting?" she asked Gu Nanshan.
Otherwise, why would I have discovered the problem in her painting all at once?
"No," Gu Nanshan shook his head, "I study architecture."
It just so happened that what Meng Wanfeng painted was a sketch of their courtyard. If he painted anything else, he would not dare to do the same thing.
"Then you are very powerful." Meng Wanfeng said.
Later, he often came to Meng's house with his tutor because of some school matters, and he became familiar with Meng Wanfeng from time to time.
Later, the two of them fell in love.
And the bits and pieces that follow.
It was like a movie flashed through Gu Nanshan's mind, and the middle-aged man's eyes were a little moist.
How many years later, he saw his wife picking up the paintbrush again.
Gu Nanshan was a little afraid to step forward, he was afraid that he would break such beauty.
But at this moment, the aroma from the kitchen came over, followed by a warm voice, "The vegetables are cooked, and it's time to start dinner."
Meng Wanfeng was still concentrating on painting and didn't seem to hear.
When Mrs. Zhao came back from Wang's house, she saw Gu Nanshan standing at her door, looking sad and excited, "Are you here to pick up Wanfeng?"
"No, it's not." Gu Nanshan shook his head hastily, "I...I just came to take a look."
Just a little worried.
As a result, I saw such a demure Meng Wanfeng, who was in even better condition than she was in the Gu family.
"Why are you here?" Meng Wanfeng glanced at Gu Nanshan with disgust, "I'm not going back."
"I'm not going back," Gu Nanshan said with a fond smile, "I just came to take a look and bring you some toiletries."
If possible, he would also like to have dinner here.
After smelling the aroma of vegetables just now, Gu Nanshan realized that he hadn't eaten anything seriously since yesterday.
"You go back and eat." Meng Wanfeng turned him away directly, "We didn't cook for you."
Gu Nanshan felt heartbroken as he looked at a table of meals that were as delicious and delicious as the chefs of state-owned restaurants.