Contentment grows joy

Chapter 50 Stew
"Honey, look, I'm going on a business trip here again, I'm really sorry, my parents may bother you sometimes!"

Shen Ziqiang embraced the millet and said politely.

"Husband, what are you talking about, they have such good personalities, there is nothing to worry about, leave the family to me, you can work with peace of mind."

Shen Ziqiang has spoken so politely, no matter what Miu Li is, he will pat his chest and agree bravely and resolutely.

What's more, they came to take care of her!

Shen Ziqiang left within two days after returning, and he entrusted Millet and Wen Cuizhi to each other with confidence.

Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan naturally assumed the responsibility of taking care of the pregnant woman Mili.

Millet told Shen Ziqiang that they only need their help to cook, and nothing else is needed.

Moreover, Millet made it clear to Shen Ziqiang that she does not want to live with Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan, this is her greatest limit so far.

Needless to say, Shen Ziqiang understood the reason.

"Wife, don't worry, you won't live together, your parents will live in Xinyang Garden, come here every day to make dinner for you and bring lunch to work the next day, after the meal is done, they will go back to Xinyang Garden. "

Shen Ziqiang scratched Mili's nose and said with a smile, there was no trace of displeasure on his face.

Everything in the millet unit is good, but there is one downside: there is no canteen, so everyone brings their own meals.

For Shen Ziqiang, Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan can enter the city smoothly in such a short period of time, which is already very good, and he can't ask for too much millet, take his time.

Shen Ziqiang has figured out the nature of millet.

Millet is stronger when it is strong, such as Qian Hui, and weaker when it is weak, such as Wen Cuizhi. Although Wen Cuizhi and John Shen have many habits that Millet cannot tolerate, they have always been humble in front of Millet. Not only will Mili not get angry, on the contrary, she will understand them a little bit more.

In fact, Shen Ziqiang is really a smart person, otherwise, would Millet fall in love with him?
These, Mili himself is also very clear.

Millet thought, since Wen Cuizhi and John Shen are here, they will definitely not leave in a short time, at least they will stay here until the children go to school.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind, although she is far from being "annoyed" to Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan, staying together is always a bit out of place.

Therefore, the best way is to live in the same place without interfering with each other, just like Millet and Qianhui.

If it is possible to do this, it is not bad!

As soon as Miu Li discussed the idea with Shen Ziqiang, Shen Ziqiang immediately agreed, and kept praising Miu Li for being smart.

"Honey, I agree with your idea very much!"

"Is there any problem with Mom and Dad?"

"No, they won't have any objections. It's good. They come to the city and live with the city's daughter-in-law. They are also afraid that their habits will disturb you..."

"Some of my habits will also disturb them..." Milia hurriedly added.

"En." Shen Ziqiang echoed softly.

……

"Hahaha, husband, you are so kind!"

"Hahaha, wife, you are so kind!"

Millet and Shen Ziqiang looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

There is a tacit understanding, and the three views agree, which is almost what the two of them are like.

……

The house that Mioli currently lives in is in Yuanshang Community, a distance from Xinyang Garden, and it takes 10 minutes by bus.

Wen Cuizhi felt a little motion sickness, and felt uncomfortable for more than ten minutes after every ride.

Millet didn't look too good either.

"Mom, how about, you don't have to come over, I can just get something to eat myself." Mioli sometimes feels bad, so she persuades Wen Cuizhi.

"It's okay, Li'er, it's okay, it'll be over in a while." Wen Cuizhi quickly waved his hand.

"Yeah, Li'er, it's okay, it's only a little bit of car sickness, it's okay." Shen Yuehan also helped out.

Seeing how determined their attitude was, Miu Li had no choice but to give up and stop persuading them.

Wen Cuizhi doesn't know how to cook, he only knows how to knead bread, dumpling, steamed buns and cook batter, and nothing else.

Millet has eaten several meals of dumpling batter in a row.

She was a little bit thinking about Qian Hui's dishes.

Millet doesn't like what Qian can say, but likes the dishes that Qian can cook.

Qianhui usually cooks very carefully, cooking, frying, frying, stewing, etc. There are many fancy styles and different tastes, all of which are delicious.

……

Although they meet every day, Miu Li, Wen Cuizhi, Shen Yuehan and the others have nothing in common.

Wen Cuizhi is fine, she will try her best to speak some substandard Mandarin, and Millet can generally understand it.

Shen Yuehan has a completely local accent, and Millet seldom understands it.However, sometimes he "plays it tough" and wants to talk to Millet about their affairs, and he is so enthusiastic that he seems to be flattering.

Miu Li didn't understand a word, only saw John Shen grinning and haha ​​before saying a few words, Miu Li looked at him like the protagonist in a comedy film.

Mili doesn't like it very much, but she won't explicitly express her dislike. After all, Shen Yuehan is a really warm and kind person, but he and Mili belong to a different world.

The time the three of them were together was basically spent in silence.

That day, it was another silent dinner for the three of them.

Millet just finished a small bowl of egg batter with extreme reluctance and ate two dumplings
"Well, Li'er, what kind of soup would you like to drink?" Wen Cuizhi stopped tidying up the dishes and stood there rubbing her apron nervously.

"soup?"

"Well, that's right, didn't you say you should drink more soup when you're pregnant? It's nutritious."

Wen Cuizhi smiled a little embarrassedly, and there was a trace of sincerity and shyness in the smile that one couldn't bear to ignore and trample on.

She didn't tell Wen Cuizhi that she wanted soup, she only mentioned it to Shen Ziqiang once, and she coquettishly said to him that she wanted to eat some food.

It should be Shen Ziqiang who said something to Wen Cuizhi.

Miriam heart couldn't help but feel hot inside.

"Oh, that's good, then let's have chicken soup." Millet thought for a while, then turned her head and said to Wen Cuizhi.

"Okay, tomorrow I will go to the market with your dad to buy a chicken to stew." Wen Cuizhi smiled happily.

"Okay!" John Shen also became happy.

This was the first time when Shen Ziqiang had a deep conversation with Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan after Shen Ziqiang's business trip.

Usually, their dialogue is like a single loop.

"Li'er, are you off work?"

"Well, it's time for get off work."

"Then, shall we start eating?"

"Ok."

……

"Li'er, then you should rest early, we will go there first, and come back tomorrow."

"Okay, Mom and Dad, get on and off the car slowly."

……

Millet didn't want to be so lukewarm to them, but she couldn't be enthusiastic when facing two rustic people, although they were very simple and sincere.

Mili gets off work at 07:30 every day, and arrives home around [-]:[-].

After dinner, Wen Cuizhi cleaned up the kitchen and it was almost eight o'clock. The bus left at 08:30, and there were still five or six minutes to go from the community to the bus station.

Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan were also in a hurry.

However, they never urged Miu Li to come back early, but waited for her silently.

Millet is very moving, but moving and intimacy are two different things.

This is the reality, and at present, no one can change it.

That's it, it will get better slowly, Miu Li thought.

Presumably, Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan thought the same way.

I haven't had soup for a long time!

Wen Cuizhi said that he wanted to stew soup, but Miu Li still had some small expectations in his heart.

When he got home, Wen Cuizhi warmly served a bowl of soup.

When Mili saw it, she really wanted to hug the table and cry.

Mili overestimated Wen Cuizhi.

It turned out that what Wen Cuizhi understood as soup was to stir-fry the chicken nuggets a few times, then mix them with water, and stew them dry. As for the soup, it was just the thin layer of water under the chicken nuggets.

Looking at a small bowl of dark "soup" that was "stewed" by a chicken, Millet said "thank you" while suppressing tears.

"Hehehe! What are you talking about? They are all family!"

Wen Cuizhi walked away with a satisfied smile.

Millet took a small sip and couldn't help but spit it out.

Too bad to drink!

The chicken was not cleaned, and it was stewed in an iron pot...

Millet glanced at the ugly chicken nuggets still scattered in the iron pan.

"Mom, is this a whole chicken?"

"No, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it all by yourself, I only stewed half of a chicken..."

"Mom, why am I eating it alone? You eat it too." Miu Li couldn't help it, and smiled shyly before listening to Wen Cuizhi's words.

"Oh, no, no, we won't eat it, you can just eat it." Wen Cuizhi smiled.

……

"Mom, we use a casserole for stewing soup here, like this, again like this..." Millet found the casserole in the cupboard, taught Wen Cuizhi how to use it, and told her how cooking is generally here.

Wen Cuizhi's face turned red and white.

"I didn't know that the stew should be stewed like this. I thought it would just be boiled in a pot...We don't stew soup there, we eat chicken in a pot and stir-fry it, and eat it after stewing randomly... Hehehe..." Wen Cuizhi lowered her head in embarrassment.

"You don't drink chicken soup?" Millet thought it was inconceivable, it should be like this everywhere in the country.

"No." Wen Cuizhi shook her head.

"We don't care much about eating meat. We just put it in the pot and stew it randomly. It's fine when it's cooked..."

"Ah!?" Millet opened her mouth wide.

I actually found a person who can only cook pasta but not stew to master the diet of a southerner during my pregnancy? !

Mili wants to cry but has no tears, her head is blank!
I really shouldn't be angry with Comrade Qian Hui! ! ! !

Millet regret it!

"I'll stew it again tomorrow according to what you said, so I won't drink it today, let's eat and eat."

Wen Cuizhi served the meal.

Millet glanced at it, and after smelling it for a while, she lost her appetite completely.

The rice is fine, cooked in a rice cooker.

The food is very unacceptable.

The vegetables are all wilted and yellow, and there is a smell of boiled pigweed that I smelled at my grandmother's house when I was a child, and I didn't see any oil stars.

The winter melons were piled up black on the plate, and the strong smell of soy sauce permeated the whole room.

……

Millet couldn't bear to brush her mind, suppressed the urge to vomit, and took a few mouthfuls indiscriminately.

"Mom, when cooking, you can put more vegetable oil and less soy sauce!" Millet said to Wen Cuizhi with a forced smile while eating white rice.

"Okay, okay..." Wen Cuizhi quickly agreed.

……

"Husband... woo woo woo" As soon as Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan left, Millet called Shen Ziqiang.

As soon as I yelled at my husband, I couldn't hold it back, and cried aggrievedly.

　It’s the end of the year, I’m busy, and I may occasionally stop for a day or two, but I will insist on finishing this story, hoping to bring some joy to you who accidentally saw it.

　　
　
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