Contentment grows joy

Chapter 54

"Mom, come here with Dad, let's go eat something delicious."

Picking a spare weekend, Miu Li took Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan to a restaurant.

What Huang Tian said made a lot of sense. To make Wen Cuizhi know how to cook, first of all, let her see these dishes first.

After walking around the neighborhood, Millet picked a small restaurant with a neat storefront and excellent taste.

"Boss, here's salt-fried pork, braised pork with preserved vegetables, fish-flavored shredded pork, garlic cucumber, Kung Pao chicken, duck blood vermicelli soup, stir-fried water spinach..."

As soon as he entered the store, Mioli reported the name of the dish familiarly.

Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan were confused.

Except that Cucumber understands it, I have never heard of it, and probably have never seen it.

However, it is only limited to the word cucumber. They don't understand what the meaning of this cucumber with garlic is. Could it be that each person eats a cucumber with garlic?
Like eating steamed buns with scallions?
They eat simply all their lives, mostly steamed buns and noodle soup, and occasionally they make vegetables, and when they have guests, they make dumplings. They don’t have any good names for the vegetables they eat, they call them whatever they are, cabbage When eaten with tofu, it is called stewed tofu with cabbage, when eaten with chicken, it is called stewed chicken, and when eaten with fish, it is called stewed fish.

Millet is the first time I heard that fish can be stewed.

"No, no matter what we do, we call it stew, and we don't pay attention to it like you, and divide it into details!" Shen Ziqiang explained to Millet more than once that the word stew is universally applicable in their hometown.

But when Millet heard the word stewed fish, she still couldn't help laughing.

Wen Cuizhi was both excited and frightened when Mili quickly said the names of a series of dishes. He glanced at the beautiful food photos posted on the wall of the restaurant from time to time.

She was excited because she could see many dishes that she had never seen before.

She was afraid because she had never seen it before, and she was afraid that she would not know how to eat it and let the millet laugh, just like the last time she ate roast duck.

Shen Yuehan still solemnly wore the iron hoop on his ring finger, rubbed his hands, and looked around.

While exchanging menus with the boss, Mi Li used his peripheral vision to capture the expressions of Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan.

Millet laughed secretly.

"Ahem, Boss, then, that's all." Millet rubbed her stomach lightly with her hand.

It has been three months, and she can clearly feel that her stomach has grown bigger, but it is still difficult for others to see it.

"Mom, come and sit down, the food will be here in a while." Millet pulled Wen Cuizhi to sit down.

"Stop looking around, sit down quickly, the food is coming." Wen Cuizhi muttered to Shen Yuehan in his hometown dialect, stood up and pulled Shen Yuehan to sit beside him, with a slight tone of voice Small reproaches.

In Wen Cuizhi's calm accusation to Shen Yuehan, Miu Li saw the embarrassment in Wen Cuizhi's small eyes and the admonition to Shen Yuehan.

If you don't understand, don't look around, sit obediently, don't be ashamed!

"It's okay, Mom, I ordered some of our home-cooked dishes. You have been here for so long, and I haven't brought you out to eat. I'm sorry..." Millet smiled slightly at Wen Cuizhi.

Mili suddenly felt that the old woman with a vicissitudes of life in front of her was so unbearable.

"Hmm." Wen Cuizhi nodded lightly, her tension eased.

The dishes are ready.

While introducing the dishes to Wen Cuizhi, Mioli told her how to make them.

Seeing Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan look like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, a sense of superiority for no reason arises.

"Wow, there are so many dishes, so many tricks, this cook is too capable, I'm stupid, if you let me go, I won't be able to learn it for another ten years." Wen Cuizhi, while eating, Said with a giggle.

She didn't say it on purpose to evade, seeing her honest expression, Miu Li believed that what she said was true.

Because, Millet showed her how to stir-fry vegetables once at home, but she didn't learn it after a week of learning, and the leaves of the stir-fried vegetables were always wilted and yellow.

Millet patiently told her many times that more oil should be put in and the fire should be bigger.

And Wen Cuizhi will always only put a little oil, and the fire is only halfway.

Therefore, the vegetables she stir-fries are like the pigweed cooked by Grandma Millet.

"The fire is too high. When the vegetables are put into the pot, I'm afraid that the oil will splash out. I'm too stupid..." Wen Cuizhi cried and hated himself.

Several times, when Miu Li was about to release the breath held in her throat, she was successfully stopped by Wen Cuizhi's undisguised self-blame in time.

"It's okay, take your time, take your time..." Miu Li worked hard to calm down her emotions, trying to show Wen Cuizhi her gentle side.

If it were Qianhui, the roar of Millet would have already penetrated the entire building.

"Mom, in fact, these dishes are relatively simple, not as complicated as you think. In the future, I will take you out to eat a few more times, and I will show you how to make them at home. Slowly, you will learn... Millet gave Wen Cuizhi a chopstick of shredded fish-flavored pork, comforting her gently.

"No, no, too many, I'm sure I won't be able to learn so many dishes. You don't know, I'm stupid. In the past, Xiaoqiang and his aunt often cooked at home before she got married. Her cooking is delicious. She also taught me, I just learned it, turned my head, and then forgot again, giggling..."

Wen Cuizhi put a piece of shredded meat into his mouth, pursed his lips, and chewed carefully. If he didn't look at his clothes, he was safer than most of his peers in the city.

Although Wen Cuizhi is a rural woman, she is not at all slovenly like most rural women of her age.

There is a picture of eating, a picture of sitting, and a picture of standing. Although the clothes are rustic, they are also clean and tidy.

"Our Mazu was also a big family. Before our grandfather joined the army, the family was a big landlord. After he joined the army, he distributed all the land in the family to others. He only left enough land and a small yard. .”

Shen Ziqiang has proudly told Millet about this proud history countless times.

From Wen Cuizhi, Millet saw some shadows of everyone's demeanor.

Thinking of this, Miu Li has a little more favorable impression of Wen Cuizhi.

"It's not a problem." Miu Li smiled and imitated their tone, which made Wen Cuizhi giggle again, his expression obviously more relaxed.

"Mom, you're not stupid. You just don't have much contact with him. You just need to go out to eat a few more times... Besides, if you were stupid, would you give birth to such a smart son as Shen Ziqiang?"

"Well, actually, he's not very smart..."

"Not smart? Not smart enough to marry a wife as good as me?" Millet smiled mischievously at Wen Cuizhi.

"Hehehe, what you said is also..." Wen Cuizhi smiled with eyes like tiny mung bean sprouts.

"No, it's fine to eat once or twice once in a while. It's a waste to eat out often..." Shen Yuehan, who had been eating in a muffled voice, said with a grin.

Mili was very worried, whether the thing in John Shen's mouth would fall to the table in the next second.

"Oh, why are you eating yours? I know the arrangement." Wen Cuizhi gently pushed John Shen, motioning him to shut up.

Shen Yuehan looked at Wen Cuizhi, then at Millet, smiled, closed his mouth, continued to lower his head, and ate with big mouthfuls.

"Okay, listen to you, just do what you say, anyway, I don't understand, it must be good to see more, I am in the countryside, usually just the two of us at home, and we can't eat much. Mantou noodle..."

Wen Cuizhi didn't continue talking, and giggled while staring at Mioli.

Wen Cuizhi's quick thinking and sensitive perception convince Miu Li that part of Shen Ziqiang's intelligence comes from Wen Cuizhi.

It is not tiring to deal with smart people who have self-knowledge.

Qian Hui is smart, but sometimes relying on her status as a mother and adult, she can do whatever she wants, which makes Millet feel very tired.

Wen Cuizhi is smart, advances and retreats properly, and is more thoughtful. Millet gets along with her with an indescribable ease.

　I haven't updated it for a few days. At the end of the year, I was so busy that I didn't touch the ground. I squeezed a little time today and put together a short story.Hope to see you happy.

　　
　
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