Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

With a satisfied smile on Shen Qingyue's face, she responded gently: "Aunt Li, we are neighbors and we should help each other. Try it. I hope you like it."

Aunt Li left with a smile on her face and delicious Chaos and braised pork ribs in her hands.

After Aunt Li leaves.

The three of them sat around the dining table and shared this warm dinner time.

The dining table is filled with Shen Qingyue's carefully prepared dishes, including the tempting braised pork ribs and the fragrant and soft Chaos.

While eating, Dongdong said happily: "Mom, the food you cook is getting better and better!"

Shen Qingyue listened to Dongdong's compliments, with a gentle smile on her face.

Her voice was full of love: "As long as it's delicious, I'm happy to see you happy eating."

Although Jiang Mingyuan didn't say much, while enjoying Shen Qingyue's craftsmanship, he also did not forget to give praise.

His voice was sincere: "Qingyue, your cooking skills are really great."

Shen Qingyue nodded lightly and responded with a smile: "Thank you, Mingyuan."

There was not much arrogance in her tone, but there was a hint of satisfaction.

The atmosphere at the table was warm and pleasant. The three of them enjoyed the delicious food while also enjoying the harmony and warmth of this small family.

After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan stood up on his own initiative and began to clear away the tableware.

His voice was low: "I will wash the dishes today."

Shen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"it is good."

Dongdong also jumped up, showing his enthusiasm to help: "I'm here to help too, Dad!"

Jiang Mingyuan looked at Dongdong, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he nodded: "Okay, then you can pass the bowls and chopsticks to me."

In the kitchen, Jiang Mingyuan was washing dishes quietly, his movements skillful and methodical.

Dongdong carefully handed him clean dishes and chopsticks from the side. The interaction between the two father and son was full of tacit understanding.

Shen Qingyue stood at the door, looking at this warm scene, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness in her heart.

The sound of dishes being washed in the kitchen and the conversation between father and son are intertwined, creating a harmonious and warm atmosphere.

At this time, Shen Qingyue planned to use the quiet time at night to research new bread varieties.

In the kitchen, she has prepared the taro and purple sweet potatoes she purchased, intending to steam them first and then use them to make bread fillings.

Just as Shen Qingyue was busy preparing to steam taro and purple sweet potatoes, there was a knock on the door.

She walked to the door with a little curiosity, opened it, and found Aunt Li standing outside.

Aunt Li's face was filled with a happy smile, and she was holding a large basin of freshly pickled vegetables in her hand.

She said gently to Shen Qingyue: "Qingyue, the pork ribs and chaos you made are so delicious. I specially brought you some home-made pickles today. Although they are not as good as your craftsmanship, they are also ours. You can try the characteristics of our home.”

Shen Qingyue took the pickled vegetables, with a bit of a smile on her face.

"Aunt Li, that's so polite. I've tasted your pickles before, and they taste really good."

Aunt Li smiled and waved her hands: "Oh, no, how can I compare with your skills? Your skills are as good as those in a restaurant." Shen Qingyue responded to Aunt Li's compliments gently, her smile full of humility. .

At this time, Aunt Li shyly made her request: "Qingyue, if it's convenient, can you teach me your braised pork ribs recipe? I want to learn it too."

When Shen Qingyue heard Aunt Li mention that she wanted to learn how to make braised pork ribs, a smile of understanding appeared on her face.

Aunt Li continued: "My grandson likes braised pork ribs very much. He has been talking about it since he ate what you made just now."

Shen Qingyue nodded, her voice full of kindness: "Aunt Li, I am happy to teach you. Next time you are free, let me know and we can do it together."

Aunt Li's face was suddenly filled with joy.

"Really? That's great. I will definitely find time to come over and study. My grandson will be very happy to know about it."

Early the next morning, after Shen Qingyue got up, she took a look at the bicycle parked in front of her home.

She mentally decided to use the bike to go to the bakery today, even though she was hesitant about the bike at first. .

She put on simple and comfortable clothes and rode her bicycle lightly.

The early morning air was fresh and there were not many pedestrians or vehicles on the street. She felt a rare sense of tranquility and freedom.

The bicycle glided briskly across the road, taking her through the small town in the early morning, which made her feel particularly happy.

Shen Qingyue met several familiar neighbors on the road. She waved to them friendly, always with a gentle smile on her face.

When the neighbors saw her riding her new bicycle, they all expressed admiration and surprise and greeted her one after another.

When arriving at the bakery, Shen Qingyue's good mood was suddenly hit.

She found that the door of the bakery had been randomly spray-painted, and there were even some messy notes taped to the door.

What confused her even more was that there was an angry-looking old woman standing at the door of the store, holding a grandson about seven or eight years old and complaining loudly to passers-by.

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath, calmed down her emotions, and stepped forward.

Her voice was gentle: "Hello, what happened?"

Mrs. Zhou turned her head, with obvious anger and accusation in her voice: "Look what's going on! My grandson vomited and had diarrhea after eating the bread he bought from you yesterday. What's going on in your store? Isn't there something tampered with in the food?"

Shen Qingyue was shocked when she heard these words, and there was an expression of disbelief on her face.

She knows that she has always paid great attention to food safety and hygiene, and her store has never had such problems.

Shen Qingyue's expression revealed deep worry, and her voice was full of concern: "Grandma, I'm very sorry to hear about your grandson's discomfort, but I can guarantee that the bread in our store is all freshly made and strictly follows the food regulations Safety standards. I think there must be some misunderstanding here.”

Mrs. Zhou's emotions were still agitated, and there was a glint of distrust in her eyes: "Misunderstanding? My grandson started having stomachaches after eating your bread. Can this be fake?"

Mrs. Zhou's voice became louder and louder, beginning to attract the attention of passers-by.

Her accusations became more serious, and her voice revealed her doubts about Shen Qingyue: "Did you add something to the bread on purpose? My grandson is already hungry. This is a big deal!"

Although Shen Qingyue felt shocked and uneasy, she still tried to maintain a calm and peaceful attitude.

Her voice was full of reason: "Grandma, please calm down. I understand your worries and anger, but we will never do such a thing in our store. If your grandson is really unwell after eating our bread, , I promise to fully cooperate with the investigation and assume corresponding responsibilities. But please do not rush to conclusions yet."

(End of this chapter)