Grandpa Chu didn't move, and Mother Chu had no choice but to look at her lovely little daughter-in-law through Grandpa Chu.
"Wenwen, try the food and see if it tastes good." Mother Chu looked at An Wen expectantly.
An Wen stretched out her chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat, put it in her mouth, savored it carefully, and then boasted: "This fried pork with chili is so delicious, the meat is tender and smooth, and with the spiciness of green pepper, it's spicy and delicious, very appetizing. I can eat several bowls of rice with this dish."
"Auntie doesn't like spicy food. This is specially made for me. Auntie is so kind."
An Wen boasted that her food skills were top-notch, and she tasted a few more dishes, praising Chu Ma so much that she was trembling.
Chu's father, who had always maintained his aloof personality, also raised a strange arc at the corners of his lips at this time.
But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because Chu Ma sent him a message with envy.
[Honey, teach me!]
Finally got to the last dish, the spicy chicken that looked like charcoal.
Chu's mother's eyes were tense, and she clutched Chu's father's clothes, trying to call An Wen to stop but didn't know how to do so.
Chu's father took Chu's mother's hand and squeezed it comfortingly, and said to An Wen, "I made this dish. If I'm not very good at cooking, don't try it."
After hearing this, Mother Chu glanced at Father Chu gratefully.
An Wen saw the doorway inside, smiled, and stretched out her chopsticks to pick it up.
"Wenwen..." Grandpa Chu wanted to call An Wen to stop.
His wife once cooked him a meal, and he had diarrhea for three days after eating it.
"Grandpa is calling you, didn't you hear?" Chu Qichen looked at An Wen with a stern tone.
His words startled everyone.
An Wen was also frightened, and looked at Chu Qichen in confusion.
Seeing that An Wen was so distressed, Chu's mother stood up angrily and hit Chu Qichen hard, and said, "Why are you talking to Wenwen?"
Chu Qichen was silent, but the stern expression on his face remained unchanged.
His appearance made Chu's father and Chu's mother look at An Wen with a hint of distress, and felt that An Wen was not easy.
Father Chu's expression was stern, and he said to Chu Qichen: "Who do you show this face to when eating? If you don't want to eat, don't eat. Anyway, today's meal is not for you."
Chu Qichen's expression didn't change at all when he heard the reprimand, as if he didn't listen at all.
An Wen had already picked up a piece of diced chicken and put it into her mouth. The spicy and burnt taste melted instantly. After chewing a few times, she gradually ate the soft meat inside. She put another piece of chicken with a better color into her mouth. inside.
At this moment, Mother Chu held Father Chu's hand tightly, and looked at An Wen nervously and expectantly.
"This dish is overcooked. It would be better if the fire was lowered. The diced chicken is okay overall. People with heavy taste like me eat it very well." An Wen said while chewing on the chicken.
"Really...Really?" Chu Ma asked in disbelief.
Father Chu looked at An Wen with softer eyes.
"Yes, these chickens are salty, spicy and delicious. The outside is charred and the inside is tender. Although the meat is a bit old, it is more flavorful. If you don't believe me, you can try it." An Wen said.
Chu's mother picked up the chopsticks to pick it up, but Chu's father took the whole dish away first, poured it into his own empty bowl, and said, "I eat the dishes I stir-fry by myself, and no one is allowed to grab it from me."
Seeing this, An Wen lowered her head and smiled.
After dinner, An Wen went back to her room, and Chu Qichen followed her in.
But this time, he didn't go directly to help her put the bath water, but locked the door and rolled up An Wen's skirt to her knees.
There were scrapes and bruises all over the calves and knees, with the worst scrapes being visible on the knees.