Translated by Serena Love

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Chapter 125

Zhao Yongqing said that it was not that he actually recognized He Songbai, but he wanted to get him to do some work, so there is no need for him to work in vain. If he showed a reluctant expression, Zhao Yongqing would immediately blast him out.

When it was time to prepare lunch, Feng Lian took out the clay teapot to make tea. Zhao Lanxiang was consciously preparing to go out to buy food and then cook, but Zhao Yongqing took his daughter's hand and smiled at He Songbai, "Niu Niu this time was very tired. You can buy some vegetables for her and come back."

He Songbai nodded again and again, "Okay."

He paused and said, "Lan Xiang, please drink tea with Aunt and talk."

After he finished speaking, he consciously walked out of the door and went straight towards the vegetable market. He understood that his father-in-law wanted to test him today, so he had to show his attitude. He should do more work and try to satisfy him. He Songbai happened to have the opportunity to show his shortcomings too. He wished he could take his life and let him ask her hand as soon as possible.

When he recalled that time when he came to the Zhao family house before, he made a secret excuse to come. As a guest, there was no justifiable reason for him to work, and he could only watch his girlfriend wash and cook, and then clean up the chopsticks after eating. Now that he had finally crossed the clear road after withstanding the sneaky underground love of those years that almost suffocated him.

Zhao Lanxiang wanted to go with him, but she retreated after seeing Zhao Yongqing's black face.

He said, "What's the matter? Do I wrong him by letting him buy vegetables? I asked you to sit down so you will sit down."

Zhao Lanxiang had no choice but to accompany Feng Lian to drink tea. She picked up a small ceramic cup and took a sip.

The scent of Biluochun grabbed her taste buds, and after a slight astringency, the tip of her tongue burst into sweetness. This flavor made Feng Lian praised, "The gift that he picked is also very good. This child has a heart."

After He Songbai left, Zhao Yongqing took the jade pendant "with interest," as if he couldn't help it. He only looked at it at a glance for fear of seeing more heartache. He understood that this jadeite was the best quality, and it was very rare. But if that kid wanted to use this jade to please him, he really thinks too much!

Zhao Yongqing closed the door and scolded his daughter with a straight face, "We let you go to the countryside to practice, but not to let you talk about a relationship."

Zhao Lanxiang humbly accepted the lessons from her father, and she nodded, "Daddy, I did learn. It's just that fate is coming, and it can't be stopped. This relationship has already been discussed. A person who had a relationship without the intention of marriage is a hooligan."

Before Zhao Yongqing turned black, she quickly added, "When I was still in the countryside, it was thanks to his help. He often helps me do farm work. Otherwise, you can't see your daughter with fine skin and tender meat during the Chinese New Year. It has long been black coal skin with pimples!"

Little Huzi laughed with a chuckle.

Zhao Yongqing stared at his wife angrily. He suddenly remembered that his wife entrusted He Songbai to take care of his daughter three years ago. In the end, she gave his precious cabbage to a pig.

Feng Lian coughed.

It seemed that she had to carry the pot, but she didn't want to carry it. She said, "If you dislike her to find such a person, how could you have ruthlessly agreed to her going to the countryside?"

The couple began to fight, and at this time, He Songbai returned with a basket of vegetables.

The argument between the two ended abruptly.

Zhao Yongqing asked angrily, "Can you cook? Today, I am cheeky. Please let us try your craftmanship."

He Songbai saw his father-in-law's uncomfortable complexion, and he was puzzled. It seemed that his father-in-law's mood was worse after he left for a while.

Zhao Lanxiang said to her dear father, "How can you be so embarrassing."

Zhao Yongqing chuckled, "Did I embarrass him?"

"It's difficult to cook a meal. Even your wife can't even make a meal for a family. If I hadn't worked my limbs, then you and my mother should also starve to death."

This is really true. Zhao Lanxiang dare not recall the days when his mother was allowed to cook. In the past two decades, unless it was a special circumstance, her father cooked almost all their food.

Because Feng Lian's craftsmanship is terrible, it is still common for good dishes to lack oil and salt, but she might burn her cooking. In the era of extremely poor supplies, Zhao Yongqing seldom let his wife cook because he was ​​distressed for the food. He had been around the kitchen for twenty years.

Zhao Lanxiang suddenly felt that He Songbai was under a lot of pressure, and at the same time, envied her mother. She remembered that she was raised by her father on his back when she was a child. Feng Liang's work will have lessons from morning till night. Standing on the podium for a few hours, and have not had the time to take care of her. In contrast, his father, who sits at the cash register behind the counter obtusely, can take care of her. He will carry a few bottles of milk and a baby to work every day.

Zhao Lanxiang recalled the past and was very moved. She thanked him very much.

She said with a smile, "Dad is very good. You have worked hard for so many years, father. Brother Bai should learn from you."

In this way, under the unanimous decision of a family of several people, He Songbai brought a piece of ribs, a chicken, and a handful of vegetables into the kitchen under great pressure.

Zhao Lanxiang glanced at He Songbai slightly worriedly. But she saw that He Songbai smiled and motioned to her with an "OK" gesture.

Zhao Lanxiang was relieved to get his "please be assured" look.

He Songbai walked into the kitchen and put on an apron. He boiled a pot of hot water and began to deal with the chicken, killing the chicken and plucking the feather. The whole chicken was put in the water and cooked, then placed in cold water after cooking. After hot water and cold water, this trick can make the meat taste tender.

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His knife work has always been very good, and it is not difficult to make the chicken pieces even and complete. A chicken can be rearranged into a whole chicken after being cut into fifty pieces. This is probably due to the work of killing pigs he did a few years ago, which made his knife work unambiguous.

Zhao Lanxiang was not at ease, but she saw such a scene when she glanced at the kitchen.

The man was putting the last pile of chicken on the plate. His hands were covered with grease, but his expression was very attentive and serious. Under his hands, the chicken was neatly rearranged. The chicken skin of the meat piece is golden and oily, and the flesh is white, which makes a complete chicken. The snow-white apron was tied to him, and his tall, tall body was magnificent and clean, a little serious but handy.

He wiped his hands and cut the onion, garlic, and coriander to make a dip. The soy sauce was bubbling in the pan. He turned the pan to heat the oil evenly and quickly poured it into the dishes.

The whole process is not the chaos that she was expected, but the flow of clouds and rain, which made him look pleasing.

If it were not because she kept her distance from him for her parents, Zhao Lanxiang wanted to go up and kiss him.

Awesome, he didn't embarrass her.

Zhao Lanxiang sat back on the sofa with satisfaction and tore a piece of pomelo to eat. The sweet juice flowed into her mouth, and her heart was like honey.

By the time of lunch, He Songbai had also served his four dishes and one soup.

Zhao Yongqing felt like there was a thorn in his mouth. He barely swallowed it to his stomach when he saw the food served by He Songbai. He said, "Unsatisfactory."

He Songbai grinned, revealing white teeth.

"I heard Lan Xiang said that you like chicken. This is Qingyuan chicken. Uncle and aunt, you try it."

He chose a good Qingyuan chicken with thin skin and soft bones. The small vendors in the black market screamed, "Qingyuan chicken slightly fragrant and tender-authentic Qingyuan chicken."

Although it is no longer a planned economy, the ticket system has not withdrawn from the lives of ordinary people, and they still need tickets to buy things. Not only has the black market not closed down, but it has also developed even more vigorously. He Songbai also picked the best specialty chicken there.

Feng Lian was very satisfied and couldn't help but laugh, "These are done very well and look delicious."

He opened his mouth and said, "Lanxiang said," which made Feng Lian feel better. It sounds like the little girl often mentioned them. After all, anyone who suddenly knew that their daughter had a boyfriend and he suddenly came to the door in person, it was not very pleasant. Feng Lian's shock is greater than the surprise.

Zhao Yongqing didn't even surprise at all, but his anger was almost the same.

The family tasted the food made by He Songbai, and Little Huzi also had the sweet and sour pork ribs he liked. Pork ribs are poured with a thick sweet and sour sauce, black in the red, evenly sprinkled with white sesame seeds. It looks very good. Little Huzi licked the sauce on the spoon, smacked his mouth, and said, "My sister must have taught this. It tastes similar."

Zhao Lanxiang was eating, and her mood was a little complicated. She suddenly started to feel sour. She had never taught He Songbai to cook, and he probably learned these himself.

When she used to cook, he was burning wood and washing vegetables.

After she left, he learned how to make these good dishes she would know.

Zhao Lanxiang turned her head back and secretly wiped the corner of her eyes. Fortunately, everyone is focused on eating and not paying much attention to her movements.

After eating a meal, the hosts and guests were all happy. Zhao Yongqing poked his teeth with toothpicks with satisfaction. Qingyuan chicken was delicious, and the meat was tight. He ate a lot.

He Songbai packed up the tableware and chopsticks. After washing the dishes, he politely retreated.

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Feng Lian asked his daughter to send off He Songbai.

Zhao Lanxiang walked side by side with the man on the road and couldn't help sighing, "Brother Bai behaved really well today."

He Songbai couldn't help but lifted his lips, and he said, "Of course."

"I still have many, many, many advantages. You haven't had time to see them yet."

When Zhao Lanxiang heard his words, she couldn't help but bowed her head to smile.

"When my dad asked you to cook, I was really taken aback."

He Songbai calmly said, "You don't have to be afraid in the future. I will definitely do better than my father-in-law. You know, he has a wife who can't cook, but I have a great chef wife."

Zhao Lanxiang laughed with a sneer at his stinky and shameless words.

He Songbai held her hand as if recalling, "Really, I used what you left behind and learn what you cooked when you are away. Although I haven't learned it exactly, what I used was all the same thing. The steps are the same, so there will always be a bit of your taste."

Cooking food with her taste made He Songbai both happy and sad.

In the few days when she had just left, he tended the fire according to his habit. But the pot was finished, but it was empty, so he finished the work of two people alone. This gave him the illusion that she was still there and did not leave. As long as he walked out of the door and shouted, she would come back to eat.

"Teacher Gu especially likes the food you cook and often urges me to study hard."

Zhao Lanxiang nodded and followed him happily in the sun. They went for a walk in the park and saw the plum blossoms trembling in the cold wind. The snow-like white and blood-like red and the shades of pink and white are unimaginably beautiful.

Zhao Lanxiang said, "When the plum blossoms in the park open next time, I will show you. They will be very beautiful by then."

He Songbai has a shallow smile and is gentle like ice and water, "Okay."

He paused and said again, "But you should go back now. If you go back too late, Uncle and Aunt will have opinions on me."

Zhao Lanxiang looked at the following table. It was almost two o'clock, so she nodded.

He Songbai sent her home again.

Zhao Lanxiang returned to her parent's house and stayed for an afternoon before returning to her own residence.

He Songbai casually wore a thin black sweater and sat on the floor barefoot, carefully watching her books and her paintings. He also put a pile of architectural drafts on his hand as if he had just finished his exhausting work.

He heard the door lock click and turned his head to see the returning girl. His black eyes sparkled with a deep smile.

"You're back."

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