Zhao Youyue, who was not in the state of "Xu Jing's possession", was not a perfect daughter who was especially filial to her mother. She remembered her mother, who was always arrogant and liked to order others around. She always said, "I'd rather eat the book in my hand than eat a mouthful of this little sloth's rice." In the end, regardless of the taste of the home-cooked dishes, such as green pepper shredded pork, tomato scrambled eggs, shiitake mushrooms, braised eggplant, kung pao chicken, red braised pork, borscht and other home-cooked dishes, they all looked pretty good, and even exuded a tempting aroma.
For Zhao Jiayi and Wang Hua who were used to eating fancy meals, these simple home-cooked dishes were even more tempting. Especially since everyone had worked hard just now, and now it was mealtime. The hunger could not help but surge up …
Wang Hua's face was flushed, which made her look even more beautiful. Other than her twin-ponytail hairstyle when she was still a student, she had always maintained her black, smooth, straight hair. She was very much like a goddess. In the entire Jiangnan University, she was also a famous beautiful professor. Unfortunately, she was already married, which made people sigh.
Of course, for some people, perhaps having a wife attribute would be more tempting.
Actually, Wang Hua really wanted to directly scoop the rice and eat to her heart's content. However, she felt very uncomfortable being stared at by her daughter unscrupulously. She made up her mind and brought out her mother's dignity. She still spoke in a high and mighty tone, "Little sloth, what are you looking at? Hurry up and scoop the rice for your parents, and show your filial piety?"
Zhao Youyue pursed her lips and smiled. She obediently went to scoop two bowls of rice. The bowl with more rice was passed to her father, while the bowl with less rice was placed in front of her mother. Then, under her mother's stunned gaze, Zhao Youyue took the thick Redology book and placed it in front of her mother. Then, she said in a very gentle tone, "Mom, I think a literary girl who eats books is still very cute. The taste of the book should be much better than the dishes I cook. So, please enjoy it."
If Wang Hua was a little more observant, she would have noticed that the current Zhao Youyue, compared to the Zhao Youyue when she was cooking, had changed the way she addressed her. In the future, she might even discover Zhao Youyue with different styles, and get inspiration to write an interesting novel called "My Daughter Always Transmigrates" or "I Might Have Given Birth to a Fake Daughter"
However, at this moment, Wang Hua was choked by the detestable little sloth. Her blushing face became even redder. Who asked her to be so harsh on Zhao Youyue previously? She never expected that her own daughter could really cook a table full of scrumptious dishes. The food looked and smelled good, and it must definitely taste good. But now, this little sloth actually wanted her to eat the book!
Wang Hua slammed the table and stood up. She said angrily, "I don't have a daughter like you. That's right. How could a hardworking genius like me give birth to a mediocre little sloth like you! From now on, you and I will not exist in this family! Also, don't call me 'Mom' in the future! "
Zhao Youyue's scalp went numb. She stuck out her tongue innocently. Although her mother had said similar words countless times, she was still quite afraid every time she yelled it out. She dared not to tease her mother anymore. She quickly looked at her father, with a pleading look.
Zhao Jiayi helplessly smiled bitterly. He took the initiative to scoop a bowl of rice for Wang Hua. He could always scoop a perfect amount that Wang Hua could finish. Obviously, he was already used to serving his wife, who had the worst temper in the family. However, he was willing to do it. Perhaps, this was love.
However, in Zhao Youyue's eyes, this was just a disgusting dog food. Out of sight, out of mind. She did not know what other families were like. Anyway, she felt that she was born in a weird family. Her father was fine, but her mother was …
Zhao Youyue always secretly criticized her mother for being a retard in life. She was hopelessly narcissistic, and her temper was like that of a child. On the surface, she looked like she was less than 30 years old. She was very beautiful and had a mature charm. Her presence and charm were far greater than Zhao Youyue's. In fact, she was already an Obasan. Why did she still pretend to be an Obasan? She would always hold a book related to literature in front of Zhao Youyue and ask her to learn from it. Don't think that she did not know that her mother secretly watched domestic romance dramas, Korean dramas, and Japanese dramas. She also laughed like a fool after watching Bilibili's Ghost Star All-Stars. Recently, she was also obsessed with a rag-picker named "Brother Bo Lan." Damn it, I can't leave you.
Of course, Zhao Youyue did not dare to say out her unspoken criticism, because she was afraid that she would be hung up and beaten by her angry mother. But wasn't this the truth? Previously, her mother looked down on her. Fortunately, she was in the state of "Xu Jing's possession" at that time. Otherwise, she would definitely be angry with her mother. I really wanted to show my filial piety to you two, but my mother jumped out and ridiculed me. Don't you think it's infuriating?
Under Zhao Jiayi's comfort, Wang Hua, who was like an angry cat, finally calmed down. However, she was even hungrier. She could not wait to start eating. She first took a sip of borscht with a spoon. Her face showed an intoxicated look. How could this borscht be so delicious!
Could it be that this was the delicious borscht that contained her daughter's heart?
Wang Hua drank a few more mouthfuls. She felt an indescribable warmth. She closed her eyes, as if she was in heaven!
This was such a touching feeling. It was as if she had a daughter by her side in a desperate situation, silently protecting her and sharing the burden of the family … What a good daughter!
Wait, where did her family pressure come from?
After all, Wang Hua was involved in literature. She was very sensitive. She could actually taste Xu Jing's love for her mother from the soup. It was really a fantasy. However, when she opened her eyes, she saw little sloth with a ponytail, holding her cheeks and looking at her playfully. She immediately dispelled that illusion. She still had the arrogant attitude of a rich lady. She just commented lightly, "This soup is not bad!"
Zhao Youyue covered her mouth and tried hard to hold back her laughter. Zhao Jiayi had already started eating without batting an eyelid. His table manners were not rude, but had a kind of aristocratic elegance. However, his speed of eating was quite fast …
Seeing her daughter's appearance, Wang Hua's face became red again. She lied through her teeth, "Ahem, this is all because I participated in the dinner preparation. As expected, my talent in cooking is also higher than you, little sloth. You still have a long way to go if you want to catch up with me!"
"Mom, if you don't hurry up, dad will eat everything." Zhao Youyue rolled her eyes and reminded her while moving her chopsticks quickly.
"Wow! You bad guy with the surname Zhao! Eat slowly, don't steal the dinner that little sloth made with love for me! Also, don't call me 'mom'! "Wang Hua shouted at both of them.
"It's really delicious! I can't help it! " Zhao Jiayi said with a satisfied smile. At the same time, he did not forget to put food in his wife and daughter's bowl.
"Ahhhh … So delicious!" Wang Hua was also happy.
This might be the most unforgettable and most delicious dinner in their lives.
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