Doomsday: Don't bother me with salted fish

It's winter now, and the temperature is low, but it's much more comfortable than the terribly hot summer.

Shen Huijuan drank some hangover soup and was in a daze on the sofa, holding an unfinished novel in her hand, her head was still a little dazed, her eyes read several lines, but her mind couldn't understand what it meant.

"Mom, what made it so delicious?" Jian Yue asked.

"Hangover soup, get yourself a bowl."

Shen Huijuan didn't really want to move, and felt that she hadn't completely sobered up yet.

I was in a bad mood yesterday and drank a little too much.

The hangover soup made by Shen Huijuan has seaweed and chopped wakame, and no other ingredients. If you want seafood, you have to go to Zhou Youan.

Afraid of affecting Zhou Youan's rest, Shen Huijuan didn't go.

Jian Yue served a bowl of soup, came and sat down, took a couple of sips, and her stomach, which was not feeling well, immediately healed a little: "Mom, your cooking skills are really getting better and better."

Shen Huijuan gave Jian Yue a funny look: "Mom was thinking about a question just now, if Mom is gone that day, who will cook for you in the future?"

"You are living well in the base, why are you not here?" Jian Yue retorted.

"Don't smile, you're getting older, sooner or later you have to leave." Shen Huijuan said.

She knows that her daughter is a person who does great things, and she doesn't require her to be able to cook, but she is just worried.

Jian Yue paused, followed Shen Huijuan's words, and replied: "Then find an aunt who cooks, there should be many people who need this job, or let Zhou Youan do it, I think he is very interested, and he tried to do it before." After two times, it looks the same."

"Xiao Zhou, that's good. I'll ask him later if he would like to learn how to cook with me."

Shen Huijuan is very happy to match Jian Yue and Zhou Youan, but she doesn't want to impose her wishes on the children.

If Zhou Youan is willing to learn, she is willing to teach. As for whether Zhou Youan is willing to help her take care of Jian Yue in the future, that is something for another time.

Besides, her daughter is so powerful, except that she can't cook, she has no shortcomings at all.

In fact, there are still shortcomings. The disadvantage is that she has poor empathy ability and is a bit nervous. Facing a handsome guy who has shown her good feelings, there is nothing wrong with her.

Recalling Zhou Youan's attitude of asking for praise after cooking, Jian Yue said, "He should be quite happy."

Shen Huijuan didn't talk about it again, and said: "Yueyue, mom also wants to write novels, what do you think? Some novels have some plots, which are quite annoying to read. If I were the author, I would definitely not arrange the plots like that."

"It's pretty good. If you want to write, write it. I'll find two notebooks later. You can write with a notebook, and it's easy to modify. Or you can write directly with a tablet, but it's not as fast as typing."

Jian Yue is very supportive. After all, life in the last days is quite boring and needs spiritual sustenance.

"It happened that I had a dream yesterday, and I felt that the plot in the dream was very suitable as a novel subject, would you like to listen to it?" Shen Huijuan asked.

"Mom, I have a headache and I may need to sleep again."

"You're not willing to listen, brat."

Jian Yue chuckled and buried herself in the soup.

Let her go, why doesn't she like reading novels, she gets sleepy when she reads novels, but she just can't stand the complicated plots in it.

She is too murderous, Shen Huijuan discusses the plot with her, she can't give her better feedback, she will probably directly suggest that she kill that character.

Jian Yue doesn't know whether such a novel will be good or not, but she knows that Shen Huijuan will definitely kill her.

"Both the tablet and the notebook, get some back, and I'll see which one is more convenient for writing novels." (End of this chapter)