At this moment, the situation in the kitchen made Wang Hua, who had always thought that she knew her daughter very well, even every part of her body, panic, as if the situation was out of control. But she still forced herself to calm down, and continued to maintain the arrogance and conceit that had never faded since she was a student. Her tone was always so arrogant, and her temper was so serious, "I would rather eat the book in my hand than eat a mouthful of this little sloth's rice, because it will definitely kill me. Whoever wants to eat it can eat it! Anyway, I won't eat it! "
Wang Hua absolutely didn't believe that her daughter could make anything delicious. She reckoned that it wouldn't even be considered a dark cuisine. She would even make a mess in the kitchen … The neat and tidy kitchen right now was all fake, it didn't exist. Tanning 90 degrees!
However, when she said that, she also secretly observed her daughter. According to her understanding of her little sloth, if the little sloth really knew how to cook, then she would definitely be jumping up and down right now. This was because her daughter was the kind of cute little sloth who liked to keep swaying around and wanted to show her existence to the whole world. Fortunately, her daughter was very mediocre in all aspects, and could not be compared to her genius mother. Otherwise, this little lass would really fly into the sky!
Therefore, even though Wang Hua seemed to be brainlessly provoking her daughter, in reality, this was also a kind of test. However, what made Wang Hua feel very strange was that her little sloth, who had always been unable to keep her cool, was still expressionless, very calm and collected.
"Oh, if it's not delicious, then you can order takeout yourself, mom." Zhao Youyue said very meekly, and a trace of softness appeared on her expressionless face.
This was also a normal reaction under the state of "Xu Jing's possession". Don't forget, in the manga, Xu Jing's most beautiful smile was when she was facing her mother. Therefore, Zhao Youyue was not affected by her mother's weird words at all. Now, her filial piety had been maxed out. Even if she had to be Wang Hua's BQ, she was willing to do it.
"Hua Er, Hua Er, don't be so mean to Youyou. Anyway, this is the first time Youyou said that she would cook for us, and I'm very touched by her intention! I think you should also want to try Youyou's cooking, let's just wait patiently! "Zhao Jiayi walked over, hugged his wife's slender waist, and comforted her skillfully.
Although Zhao Jiayi was also born in a rich family, and was a legitimate "Zhao Family member", his temper was much better than the arrogant and overbearing Lady Wang Hua. He was the peacemaker of the family, the lowest position of the fake head of the family. Without him, sometimes Wang Hua and Zhao Youyue would fall out, and the cold war would last for a long time. When the mother-daughter relationship was good, it was really good, like glue, like glue, like oil mixed in oil. When the relationship between the mother and daughter was bad, it would be really bad, like they could not wait to cut off their relationship …
In Zhao Jiayi's eyes, his wife was actually a little princess who had not grown up. The arrogance and willfulness in her bones had never changed, so he had to coax her. On the contrary, his daughter's temper was like his, and she was easy to get along with. Such a cute daughter, of course, must be spoiled. Zhao Jiayi never forced his daughter to do anything earth-shattering, as long as she lived a healthy and happy life, it would be enough.
However, who asked Wang Hua to yearn for her daughter to be a phoenix? She could not wait for her daughter to be so outstanding that everyone could look up to her, and surpass her. Unfortunately, as her daughter grew older, she, as a mother, had already developed the habit of teasing and mocking her daughter. Who asked her daughter to be so disappointing …
Hearing Zhao Jiayi's comfort, Wang Hua still said in a tough tone, "You're the one who will be touched, I won't be touched! Even if I eat the book in my hand, I won't be touched! Let me say this first, if the dishes are too disgusting, we'll go out to eat, and let her eat the dishes by herself. I don't believe it! "
Zhao Youyue was in the state of "a ruthless person of few words", so she did not waste her breath on her mother, who had already said three times that she wanted to eat books. After all, a literary girl who ate books was also very cute. However, her mother's character was still as bad as ever …
She walked straight to the kitchen and began to skillfully cook home-cooked dishes. One look and you could tell that she was not a novice.
At this moment, Zhao Jiayi and Wang Hua, who were watching her from outside, were even more surprised, especially Zhao Jiayi. Although he said that he was "touched" and expressed that he wanted to try out his daughter's cooking skills, he still did not believe it. Although his daughter was much easier to serve than his wife, she was raised in a rich family since young. How could she possibly know how to cook? There were no cooking classes in this school, and this was not a vassal state of Japan.
However, at this moment, Zhao Jiayi saw his daughter's methodical movements, there was no rudeness at all, as if she had been through hundreds of battles. He could not help but think, could it be that his daughter was in love, and had specially learned to cook for another man?
Thinking of this, Zhao Jiayi's heart was filled with disgust, such a cute daughter, who would take advantage of it? He might even break his legs!
"Mom, can you come over and help me, so that I can finish faster?" Zhao Youyue subconsciously shouted. When she was "Xu Jing", only her mother could help her, after all, her father was bedridden.
Wang Hua walked into the kitchen without any hesitation, but she said, "Hmph, I don't really want to help you! But, I know that my little sloth is very cunning. She doesn't have great wisdom, but she has a lot of little tricks. Maybe you'll blame me for not helping you if the dishes don't taste good! However, I'm smart enough to see through your little tricks! "
However, Wang Hua could not keep up with Zhao Youyue's rhythm at all, she was just like an idiot, helping instead of helping …
In the end, Zhao Youyue did not laugh at her, instead, she patiently guided her. Moreover, Zhao Jiayi also took the initiative to join in, which increased the efficiency by a lot. After all, Zhao Jiayi was not as useless as Wang Hua, or rather, Wang Hua's specialization was all in other talents. She was a professor of Chinese Literature at the provincial Jiangnan University, which was a famous university, second only to the Capital University and Chung Hua University.
Other than being a professor, she was also a pure literature writer. Her pen name was "Ink Stains the World". She was the vice-chairman of Jiangnan Province Writers Association, a member of China Writers Association, and the winner of many second and third-rate literature awards. All of them were won by connections, and the general public had never heard of these literary awards.
So, although her title was impressive, in fact, she was a lousy writer. In this day and age, apart from those who had long been famous, such as Mo Yan, Jia Pingao, Wang Meng, etc., only a few of the latecomers were not lousy writers. For example, when she published a book, she was too embarrassed to tell others about the sales. Basically, she could not sell it even after printing hundreds of copies. She could only give it to others as a gift. People would smile and politely accept it, and tear it up at home to wipe their butts. She could only put it together with the children's abandoned textbooks and sell it by the pound.
However, every time she published a book, she could apply to the Writers Association for a project, and get subsidies. After all, she was a traditional writer, and she was poor.
Through the joint efforts of the family of three, a table full of sumptuous dinner was finally completed.
Zhao Youyue deactivated the state of "Xu Jing's possession", and her facial expression began to change. She looked at her beautiful and elegant mother from head to toe with a playful gaze, like a Japanese soldier looking at a prostitute.
Second chapter ~ ~ ~ Looking for favorites, tips, recommendation votes, recommendation votes ~ ~ For the cute lousy writer Wang Hua, do you have the heart to not vote for her recommendation?
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
