When Wen Liangliang said she wanted to leave, Old Lady Zhou felt bad. However, she was so busy that she could only help to pack up. The little Daoist was about to push the BB cart out when he bumped into Crown Prince Zhou Bocan. He turned around and pushed the BB cart back in a panic.
Old Lady Zhou's first reaction was that it was terrible!
Zhou Bocan usually went to the side room to visit his grandma as soon as he came back, but today he went around the kitchen unexpectedly. It was pure coincidence that he passed by Beijing Road. He remembered that it was the first day of the lunar calendar. His second aunt passed away last month and he didn't have time to hire a cook this month. It was the first time his mother was in charge of cooking in a big pot, so he wanted to see if she had dismantled the kitchen. If it didn't work, he would persuade her to order takeout.
He never imagined that he would see a woman who looked like Wen Liangliang in his own kitchen.
Wen Liangliang, who couldn't escape, hid in the kitchen. When she was about to squat down, she suddenly realized that the porridge that she had cooked for half an hour was about to stick to the bottom of the pot. She quickly grabbed the spatula and stirred it. The steam made her sweat profusely. Her bangs were all tied up, revealing her smooth forehead. Her long hair was loosely tied up. She looked like a little village woman. It was terrible.
Fortunately, Zhou Bocan quickly went around to Grandma Zhou's house. When Zhou Bocan went to Grandma Zhou's room, Old Lady Zhou summoned a few Daoists and warned them, "None of you can tell Can that Miss Wen is the girl who turned into a disaster. He has to show his loyalty to Ning Ning and swear that he won't meet a fake marriage partner. Generally speaking, he doesn't care about outsiders. Just in case, just in case, if he asks who Miss Wen is, you can say that she is a kind-hearted family member who came to help! Do you understand? "
Wen Liangliang still insisted on leaving. Old Lady Zhou couldn't bear to drive her away when it was mealtime. The little Taoist who was carrying Xiang Xiang suddenly shouted, "Miss Wen, is your child hungry? She keeps sucking her fingers! "
Only then did Wen Liangliang remember that she had to breast-feed every five to six hours! She hurriedly ran to find the milk bottle and the milk powder compartment. Her hands and feet were skillful as she brewed the milk powder in two or three breaths and handed the milk bottle to the Little Daoist. The little Daoist fed Xiang Xiang milk.
Old Madam Zhou's scream came from the kitchen. Wen Liangliang hurriedly ran into the kitchen. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded. The crock pot that was used to cook porridge had been boiled dry and cracked in just a few minutes!
She tidied up the broken pot and threw it into the dustbin outside the kitchen. Once again, she couldn't understand why people still insisted on using firewood to cook in this era. They had gone through so much trouble, yet they didn't see how good the food was. They were simply asking for trouble.
Just as she was feeling sad, Old Lady Zhou urgently called for her.
"Liang Liang, where did the vegetarian food I cooked just now go? Quickly come and help me find it! " Old Lady Zhou's face was covered with a layer of ash. She ran over in a hurry and pulled Wen Liangliang's hand to the kitchen.
This scene fell into Zhou Bocan's eyes. He took a few steps forward and the little Daoist who was breast-feeding greeted him. Inadvertently, Zhou Bocan looked at the baby girl in the swaddling clothes and something in his heart broke. It had been five years, but the pain was still so clear.
Five years ago, he had already expected that if they met again, it would be this kind of scene. She married her boyfriend who had gone abroad to study, and then they had children and lived a happy and happy life.
He swallowed a mouthful of bitter saliva and asked the little Daoist, "Who is that woman? Why is she in our house? "
The little Daoist had just arrived and was busy teasing Xiang Xiang, so he didn't listen carefully. He could only blame himself for being careless. He thought that he was just a small role and didn't usually take up much responsibility, hiding behind his master and doing things blindly. Suddenly being caught in the act by the Crown Prince, he was so nervous that his teeth were chattering. He stuttered, "I'm not sure, probably someone's wife."
Zhou Bocan glanced at him. Idiot, she even had a child. Not only was she someone's wife, but she was also the child's mother! Wasn't it obvious?
The Crown Prince's expression didn't look good. The little Daoist lowered his head and quietly walked away.
The two novice women tossed and turned until eight o 'clock, and finally, the food for forty people was ready.
The antique hall had long been air-conditioned, and the Daoist priests had also set up the mahogany tables and chairs. There were nine dishes and one soup on the five tables. Including the Dragon Boat Festival rice dumplings bought from outside, there were ten dishes in total.
The Zhou Family and the Daoist priests were all seated at the table, but no one dared to touch their chopsticks.
Everyone's eyes were locked on Wen Liangliang. A young girl was holding a tray, trembling as she walked towards Grandma Zhou, who was sitting at the head of the table. That pair of slender, white, and tender hands looked like they weren't made for labor. The tray was filled with hot porridge, and it was shaky as it finally arrived in front of Grandma Zhou.
In order to cook a bowl of white porridge for Grandma Zhou, Wen Liangliang and Old Lady Zhou put in a lot of effort. Both of them had never cooked porridge before, so they forgot to turn off the heat for the first pot, and the pot cracked from the heat. Wen Liangliang stared closely at the second pot, and in order not to be burned, she kept stirring it in the steam. Her hands were almost numb.
Therefore, this bowl of porridge was the cream of the crop, and they couldn't let it go wrong.
She put the tray on the table, and with two fingers on each hand, she pinched the white porcelain at the mouth of the bowl. She endured the heat and tried to lift it. Looking at her unfamiliar gestures, Grandma Zhou secretly moved her wheelchair a few steps back, and couldn't bear to watch from afar.
Hot! So hot! Very hot! Oh my god! It was beyond what a normal person could bear. She quickly retracted her fingers and pinched her coldest earlobe.
In just two or three seconds, her fingers were burned red.
However, everyone was waiting for the meal to start, and they stared at her. Their eyes seemed to be saying, "Miss, hurry up, don't delay the meal!"
She stretched out her fingers, frowned, and gritted her teeth, and was about to use force.
Suddenly, a pair of hands moved the hot porridge bowl from the tray to the table at lightning speed.
His clothes brushed past the tip of her nose, and there was a smell of nostalgia.
Zhou Bocan looked cool and didn't say anything. It was natural for a grandson to bring porridge to his grandmother, and no one thought there was anything wrong with it.
Wen Liangliang was the only one who couldn't pull herself out of her memories for a while.
Grandma Zhou had moved her wheelchair back at some point and shouted, "Let's eat."
And so, dinner began.
Old Lady Zhou came out after washing her face and asked Wen Liangliang to sit next to her. She carried Xiang Xiang with one arm and ate with the other.
Wen Liangliang felt bad. Old Lady Zhou said with a smile, "This is how I brought up my son. Look at how well balanced I am! My child-rearing skills are superb, and I can participate in the TV station's Spicy Mom program. I'm sure I'll be the champion! But they have an age limit, and I have to be 20 years younger to participate! "
Old Lady Zhou always bragged, and the head of the family was used to it. Wen Liangliang believed it, and didn't carry Xiang Xiang back.
Zhou Bocan's uncle raised his teacup and asked everyone to serve tea to Grandma Zhou. Grandma Zhou held her chin expressionlessly and picked up her straw cup weakly. After drinking three cups, everyone was about to sit down when Old Lady Zhou shouted, "Wait!"
No one dared to move, and they just stood there with their teacups.
Old Lady Zhou handed Xiang Xiang to the auntie next to her, and ran to Grandma Zhou. Tian Tian called, "Mom," and then looked at Wen Liangliang gratefully, and gave a speech full of emotion.
"Today is the first time I cooked a pot of rice. If it doesn't taste good, you must forgive me. This meal is also the result of Miss Wen's painstaking efforts, and I'm not afraid of this embarrassing incident spreading far and wide. The vegetarian dishes that were originally cooked fell into the puddle, and Miss Wen had to wash them again to cook again. The back of her hand was burned by the hot oil, and she didn't even have time to put a bandage on it. Then she was busy cooking porridge for our mother. I think tonight's vegetarian dishes are the best ever! Let's all give a cup of tea to Miss Wen, and welcome Miss Wen into our big family! "
Wen Liangliang smiled, bowed, and thanked them, and drank the tea in one gulp. Everyone also responded, and thanked her with tea instead of wine.
Except for Grandma Zhou, Zhou Bocan's uncle, and a few Taoist priests, no one else knew Wen Liangliang. Now that they heard Old Lady Zhou introduce her to the big family, they couldn't help but be curious. Who was this girl?
The aunties whispered to each other, and Zhou Bocan heard them.
Wen Liangliang was sitting at the opposite of the round table, eating happily. She ate with more relish than before. Zhou Baican recalled that Fang Shiqi had said that his wife also ate more than before. Perhaps it was because she was pregnant that her appetite had grown.
Zhou Bocan ate a few mouthfuls of rice, picked up a few vegetarian dishes, and swallowed them gloomily.
After the meal, the young Taoist priest was responsible for washing the dishes, and the old Taoist priest was responsible for cleaning. The relatives all went back home, and they all drove here. Old Lady Zhou sent Wen Liangliang to the memorial arch of the City God Temple of Shanghai. She politely said that she would help her call a taxi, and thanked her again and again for her efforts today. "You are really very dedicated to your work. You think what I think, do what I don't think, and perform beyond your limits. You are a good girl, and I'm really touched. I'll think about the house I'm giving you."
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