Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 748 Chopsticks
The reason why Jiang Chengren's three characters are linked to the God of Wealth is mostly because the people depend on food.

Wouldn't he become the God of Wealth in the eyes of others if he can open various hotels and restaurants all over the country?
However, no one knew that the reason why Jiang Chengren chose this line of business in the first place was actually very simple.

The wife he married didn't know how to cook.

In that era, women who couldn't cook were even rarer than giant pandas. After all, they were taught from a young age that men were in charge of the outside and women were in charge of the house, so they basically had to help cook at home.

However, Fu Ting seemed to be at odds with the kitchen, even if she followed the recipe, the food was always a mess.

It can be called the leader of the dark cooking world.

Jiang Chengren's newlywed ate the rice cooked by his wife for three days straight, and the hut became his permanent residence ever since.

For the safety of his life, Jiang Chengren decided to open a restaurant.

The boss's first pot of gold is sometimes so unbelievable.

When Jiang Chengren heard that his wife was going to cook, alarm bells rang in his heart.

It was agreed yesterday that I would give my son extra points. If I cook this meal today, ten horses might not be able to bring my daughter-in-law back.

Jiang Chengren hurriedly smiled and said, "Isn't it all agreed? My son is going to pick him up, and we'll have the hotel deliver all the food to the house."

Fu Ting was eloquent, "I thought about it and thought that would be too insincere. It's better if I do it myself."

Can that be better?

Jiang Chengren was worried that his son would be single because of his wife's actions, and tried to persuade him, but he still couldn't say the word "unpalatable".

Forget it, make two-handed preparations.

Jiang Chengren had no choice but to ask his wife to cook, and on the other hand, he called the restaurant and repeated the plan.

If it doesn't work, at least it can be topped here.

When Yue Qingqing entered Jiang's house, she first smelled a strange smell.

Hard to describe, sort of like something was burnt and then some mess was added to cover up the taste.

Spicy, salty, sour.

Just relying on the smell makes people swallow their saliva, and they can't help but feel a little fear.

"Qingqing is here, come in and sit down."

Fu Ting, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen with her sleeves rolled up to her arms, looking very enthusiastic.

if--

Ignore the dark thing in the other party's hand that I don't know if it can be called a dish.

Jiang Chengren followed to the door dripping with sweat, and almost wet his clothes.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jingze came back so quickly with his girlfriend, and the restaurant hadn't delivered the food yet.

So Yue Qingqing saw a table of very imaginative dishes.

Spinach and orange are sautéed together and topped with corn kernels.

The pork ribs were wrapped in strawberries, and the blood red was like plasma splashed at the scene of a murder.

The dying old hen lay half-cooked on the plate, with her drooping head revealing accusations against the fucking world.

Yue Qingqing was stunned. In her last life and this life, she had never seen such a battle before.

Even Jiang Jingze, who might not even frown when the earth shakes, was stunned for a while, and his eyes fell on this table of things that could be called a waste of ingredients.

Under Fu Ting's eager smile, Yue Qingqing washed her hands and sat at the dining table.

Jiang Chengren coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Well, let's eat it later, the food from the restaurant hasn't arrived yet."

Fu Ting, like many masters in the dark cooking world, has no idea what miracle she has created.

I stubbornly think that these dishes just look a little strange on the outside, and the taste should not be bad.

After all—it’s also food.

"Have a taste, Qingqing, how does it taste?"

Yue Qingqing bit the bullet and picked up the chopsticks, feeling Fu Ting's ardent expectation.

Then have a taste.

No matter what, it's my aunt's heart.

Yue Qingqing heard from Jiang Jingze that Fu Ting never went out of the kitchen, and even if she cooked for Jiang Chengren, it was only during the first week of their newlyweds.

Being able to cook today must be to show her welcome.

She also wants to show her gratitude to her aunt, and she must eat a few bites anyway.

Yue Qingqing took a deep breath, and hesitantly stretched out her chopsticks towards the only normal-looking crab.

until--

The crab caught her chopsticks.

(End of this chapter)