Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1102 1119 [Great Mercy and Great Compassionate President of the Song Dynasty] Part [-]
Washed up——
Song Zhichao was wearing a suit, his hair was carefully styled, and he walked to the restaurant in a happy mood.

Then, he was stunned, and looked at the sumptuous delicacies on the table that could be called a "Manchu Banquet". The combination of meat and vegetables was complete in color, fragrance, and taste. There were almost a dozen dishes, including Chinese delicacies and some Korean food, smell, look at the style, it can be said that each has its own characteristics.

In the kitchen, Pu Chunhua is wearing a water skirt and working around the boiler. She has quick hands and feet and skillful movements. It looks like she often does housework. She is making Song Zhichao's favorite fried eggs at the moment.

This fried egg is the best and the worst, just like the saying "the simpler the more complicated".If the heat is a little bit worse, the color and taste of the fried eggs will vary greatly.

The little nanny Jin Sanshun stood beside Pu Chunhua and helped her, but her eyes watched Park Chunhua's movements, concentrating on it, obviously stealing a lesson.

Song Zhichao closed his mouth that was opened in surprise, and sat in his seat. Looking at the table full of food, he couldn't help salivating and his appetite increased greatly.

Picking up the newspaper casually, Song Zhichao looked at the newspaper and began to eat.

After a few glances, Song Zhichao just put down the newspaper, and when he looked up, he was startled again.

With Park Chunhua as the leader, Jin Sanshun and Jin Baoer stood neatly, looking at Song Zhichao with smiles.

"President Song, please dine!" The three bowed and said in unison.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Looking at this situation, I can't eat anymore.

"Sit down too, it's an eyesore to stand like this."

The little girl Jin Baoer said "oh", she found a seat and sat down, but was pulled up by Pu Chunhua, and then said to Song Zhichao: "Master President, we are humble, and we cannot have dinner with you. Please forgive me!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Think about it, this is South Korea. There are indeed many rules in South Korea, especially those chaebols like to do this, and the class hierarchy is very strict.

"But the problem is that you stand like this and watch me eat, one is okay, but the three together..."

"It's okay, Mr. Chairman, if you think we're an eyesore, let's stand over there." Park Chunhua pulled her two daughters to stand at the gate.

Song Zhichao couldn't help frowning and waved at them: "Stop standing there, get some food and go to the kitchen to eat..."

Pu Chunhua's attitude was firm: "No, although I am a country girl, I also know the rules-according to the rules, we can only eat after you have finished eating, my lord."

At this time-
Gollum!
Jin Baoer's stomach bulged.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Jin Baoer said to Pu Chunhua with her small face up --- yes, it's no wonder that she isn't hungry after cleaning the toilet for a long time.

Pu Chunhua felt a little embarrassed, and smiled at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao hasn't spoken yet.

Gollum!
This time it was Kim Sam-soon who had a belly drum.

Park Chunhua, embarrassed.

Song Zhichao didn't say anything, picked up the chopsticks, and pointed directly to the kitchen.

……

For a moment—
Song Zhichao ate alone at the table.

Park Chunhua and her two daughters Jin Sanshun and Jin Baoer huddled in the kitchen and ate.

It was better at first.

It was very quiet, and Song Zhichao could eat leisurely while reading newspapers, but gradually, the kitchen became lively.

"Grandma, this plate of bamboo shoots is really delicious! It's so delicious!" the little girl Jin Baoer said happily.

Song Zhichao was surprised, and stretched out his chopsticks to look at the dishes on the table. Sure enough, there was a plate of cooked bamboo shoots.

"Grandma, this plate of shrimp dumplings is so delicious! It feels like the skin and stuffing will melt in your mouth!" This time it was Jin Sanshun's voice.

Song Zhichao picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a shrimp dumpling, and put it in his mouth—er, the taste was a little bit different from that made by Jin Sanshun, but it wasn't that delicious. What is it called? It melts in your mouth, and it's not made of ice cream.

Cut, what a fuss!
Looks like these Koreans really haven't had good food.

Song Zhichao scoffed.

but--
No matter what Song Zhichao questioned, everyone in the kitchen ate with gusto, and there were constant compliments, almost all of which praised which dish was well done, what it tasted like, and how it felt after eating it.

At first Song Zhichao could bear it, but gradually, he became puzzled, thinking, is the food on his table different from what they eat?
Yes, it must be so!

Korean women like Park Chun-hwa seem to be docile and respectful on the surface; in private, they may be acting, and cooking so many meals is also perfunctory, and they can only cook better if they eat by themselves.

Thinking of this, Song Zhichao coughed and said to the babysitter Jin Sanshun, "Sanshun, bring your plate of shrimp dumplings here."

"What's the matter, President Song, have you finished your plate?"

"Don't talk nonsense, bring it here!"

"Oh yes, now!"

Soon, Jin Sanshun obediently brought their plate of shrimp dumplings over.

Song Zhichao unceremoniously stretched out his chopsticks and picked one up and put it in his mouth—— er, the taste was the same as his own plate, could it be that they were wrong?

Song Zhichao frowned, his brows knit together.

He stretched out his chopsticks, picked up another shrimp dumpling, this time dipped it in vinegar water, and put it in his mouth—er, it was still the same.

Song Zhichao gave up, maybe he really wronged them.

A family gathering to eat together is probably more delicious than anything else.

……

finish breakfast--
Song Zhichao got up, and the little nanny Jin Sanshun hurried over to get him a suit jacket, and helped Song Zhichao put it on.

Jin Sanshun sent Song Zhichao to the door and opened his mouth to say something.

Song Zhichao suddenly turned his head and said to her, "Let them live here temporarily, if it doesn't feel crowded here."

"Not crowded! Not crowded! Not crowded at all!" Jin Sanshun was so happy that he shook his head hastily.

Song Zhichao smiled and was about to leave when he turned his head and said, "Also, breakfast can be simpler, don't make so much!"

Jin Sanshun was stunned: "Understood! I will tell my mother——in fact, she did so much to please you!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Then he shook his head: "It's actually very simple to please me..."

Jin Sanshun's eyes widened: "How?"

Song Zhichao pouted at her, "Just do nothing!"

Kim Sam Soon: "..."

When she recovered, Song Zhichao had already turned and left.

……

"Wow, it's so delicious!" Jin Baoer, who was eating in the kitchen just now, ran out when Song Zhichao left, looking at the table full of food, said happily.

"Aren't you full yet?" Mother Pu Chunhua also came out.

"Just a little bit is enough for the three of us, there is still more here, hehe!" Jin Baoer sat down at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Pu Chunhua opened her mouth, wanting to scold her not to be so unruly, but then thought, it would be a waste if so many things were not eaten, so she said nothing.

Here, Jin Sanshun was also ready to sit down, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat --- just like the little girl Jin Baoer said, the food ordered in the kitchen just now was really not enough for the three of them to eat together.

At this time, Park Chunhua said: "San Shun, don't be in a hurry to eat --- go and call the lady from the tower room down. I drank so much wine last night, I guess I haven't eaten yet."

Kim Sam Soon said "Oh".

She knows that her mother is kind-hearted and kind. When she was in the country, she liked to take care of her neighbors. Sometimes she made delicious food and gave it to her neighbors to enjoy.

……

For a moment—
"I'm sleeping soundly, you insist on waking me up, I haven't washed my face yet!" Han Jiaren's muttering could be heard from far away.

Needless to say, the babysitter, Kim San-soon, called Han Ga-in down from the roof.

Han Jiaren's hair was disheveled, she covered her mouth with her hand, and yawned -- she was obviously pulled up from the bed by Jin Sanshun, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

"No, I didn't lie to you, there are so many delicious foods!" Jin Sanshun pointed to the delicious food on the table and said to Han Jiaren.

Upon hearing this, Han Jiaren, who was still sleepy, widened her eyes suddenly, looked at the table full of food, and said, "Oh my god! I'm not dreaming, am I? Just now I dreamed of eating and drinking in a big restaurant. I didn't expect ——So this is not a dream!" Han Jiaren bent down to look at the delicacies, inhaled the fragrance deeply, opened her arms, closed her eyes and said intoxicated, "This is not a dream, it's a feast! A feast in the morning!"

Sudden--
She opened her eyes again, and asked Jin Sanshun: "However—what about that guy Song Zhichao? Didn't he come back last night? Yes, if he came back, there's no way your mother and little sister are still standing here. That guy is very I hate it, especially I don't like strangers staying in his house..."

"I'm back." Jin Sanshun said.

"Huh?" Han Jiaren was taken aback.

"He asked my mother and younger sister to live here temporarily."

"Huh?" Han Jiaren couldn't quite close her mouth.

long time--
"Really? What about others?"

"Let's go after breakfast."

"Finish breakfast?" Han Jiaren was stunned, her brain short-circuited, and then she pointed to the food on the table: "Don't tell me...these are all leftovers from him?"

Jin Sanshun, Park Chunhua, and Jin Baoer nodded together.

Han Jiaren: "..."

With a bitter face: "That is to say, we want to eat his leftovers?"

The three nodded again.

Jin Sanshun: "Do you want to eat or not? If you don't eat, we will start first."

"Eat—why don't you eat!" Han Jiaren said righteously, "In order to celebrate you being able to stay here, I want to eat all the dishes here!"

(End of this chapter)