Yue Qihao scooped up a small wonton with a spoon and saw the crystal clear wonton. The skin was very thin, and you could clearly see the pink meat filling and large shrimps inside through the skin.
This was the first time Yue Qihao had eaten such wontons.
There is also a shop selling wontons in front of the rural school where Yue Qihao goes to school.
But the wontons in that shop usually have very thick skin and are filled with only a tiny bit of meat.
Therefore, Yue Qihao never really liked eating wontons, and he had never bought wontons at the school gate.
Seeing these small wontons with thin skin and large fillings today made Yue Qihao feel incredible.
Seeing his son looking at the food for a long time without eating, Yue Qingsong reached out and touched his son's head and said, "What are you looking at? Eat it quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold."
Yue Qihao was touched on the head by his father, and he came back to his senses. He raised the spoon in his hand and asked, "Dad, this wonton is so beautiful."
Yue Qingsong smiled and said, "Of course it is beautiful. This is called crepe wonton. The skin is very thin, almost transparent, and the filling inside is also very rich."
Yue Qihao finally put the wontons in the spoon into his mouth.
After chewing, the filling was very substantial. Yue Qihao felt that even if it had no taste, just eating one would make him very satisfied.
Next, Yue Qihao ate voraciously, finishing all the wontons in the bowl in just a few bites, and even drank up the soup.
Seeing his son's expression, Yue Qingsong said with a smile: "Do you really need to eat like this? No one is trying to snatch it from you. Look at the way you eat. It's just like Zhu Bajie stealing the ginseng fruit."
Yue Qihao raised his head and burped with great satisfaction, then said, "Uncle Feng, your food is really delicious. The steamed buns, dumplings, and wontons are all delicious."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "As long as you like it, you can come over anytime if you want to eat it."
When Yue Qihao heard this, he immediately asked excitedly: "Uncle Feng, can I come to eat every day?"
Yue Qingsong immediately stopped his son: "You are addicted to eating for free, do you want to come here every day? Do you feel embarrassed?"
Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "It's okay. We have to eat every day. If Xiaohao likes to eat, he can come over every day. He can also keep our Ruoruo company."
When Feng Ruoruo heard her mother's words, she quickly waved her hands and said, "Welcome Brother Haohao to our house for dinner."
Yue Qingsong felt a little embarrassed: "How can I feel comfortable doing that? This kid has a big appetite. He comes to eat at your place every day. It will add a lot of burden to Yifan. He will have to cook a lot of dishes every day."
Hearing his father say this, Yue Qihao quickly said, "I can eat less."
Yue Qingsong looked at his son and said, "What should you eat less? When can you eat less? And you are used to eating here. When your uncle Feng comes back, will you still be able to eat the food made by grandma and mom? When that time comes, will you still be able to go to Uncle Feng's house to eat?"
Feng Yifan heard what his childhood friend said and said with a smile, "It's not impossible for you to go, but I'm afraid it will affect your studies. However, during this period of time, you can come to our house every day to eat, and I can also teach Aunt and my sister-in-law how to cook when I have time. This way, when we go back, Aunt and my sister-in-law's cooking skills will also improve."
After saying this, Feng Yifan looked at his childhood friend and said, "Actually, I think you can learn faster from me."
Yue Qingsong waved his hands when he heard this: "I want to learn? I can't. I can't cook."
Lu Cuiling immediately said, "What do you mean you can't cook? You just don't want to learn. You think your mother and your wife can cook for you. In this respect, you are not as good as Yifan in our family. Ask Ruoxi, will Yifan let her cook? You are a grown man, can't you learn?"
Yue Qingsong could only smile bitterly after hearing what Lu Cuiling said: "Auntie Ling, you know I'm in transportation every day, how can I have time to learn how to cook."
Feng Jiandong smiled and helped: "Okay, don't make it difficult for Qingsong. He and Yifan do different jobs. Yifan is a cook, so of course he will take care of the cooking at home, because that is also his job. Qingsong is not a cook, so he may not be able to learn even if he studies for a month or two."
Yue Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you Uncle Dong for your understanding."
Yue Qihao then asked: "Uncle Feng, how do you make these wontons?"
Feng Ruoruo didn't wait for her father to speak, and immediately rushed to answer: "First, you have to roll out the wonton skin very thinly, then you have to beat the meat and shrimp, and finally wrap the meat and shrimp in the very thin skin."
According to Feng Ruoruo, the whole process doesn't seem complicated.
The boy couldn't help muttering, "It doesn't seem that difficult."
Yue Qingsong smiled and said, "Boy, don't you understand what 'it's easy for those who know, but difficult for those who don't' mean?"
After listening to his father's words, Yue Qihao looked up at Feng Ruoruo and asked, "Sister, can you do it?"
Feng Ruoruo immediately said with a smile: "I don't know how to do it, but I saw my father do it."
The little girl continued, "When my father was making it, I was watching him. He started by using a small stick, then he used longer and longer sticks. Finally, he was able to roll the dough so thin that when he covered a book with it, he could even see the words on it."
Hearing this, Yue Qihao couldn't help but exclaimed: "How amazing!"
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It's nothing. As long as you have enough patience and knead the dough properly, you can also roll out such thin wonton wrappers."
Lu Cuiling was surprised to hear this and asked, "What time did you get up in the morning? Did you roll out the wonton wrappers this morning?"
Feng Yifan answered his mother: "These are not. When we came back, I brought some wonton wrappers with me so that I could make breakfast for you, Ruoxi and Ruoruo."
Lu Cuiling suddenly realized: "So it was the dough you brought back. I was wondering how early you had to get up in the morning to be able to roll out the dough and make wontons."
Feng Yifan went on to say, "Mom and Dad, you have a lot of inventory here. With the seafood I'll bring later, we can make a lot of things."
Feng Jiandong smiled and said, "You don't know your mother yet? She just likes to collect these things. I jokingly call your mother the 'collector' of our family. She often collects so many things that in the end she even forgets where she hides them. That's why she is a collector."
Hearing this, Su Ruoxi couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hahaha, so he's such a collector?"
Lu Cuiling glared at her husband and said, "The children are here, and you are just making up stories about me."
Feng Ruoruo didn't quite understand. When the little girl saw her mother laughing, she reached out and pulled her mother to ask, "Mom, what did grandpa say to grandma just now? Why didn't Ruoruo understand?"
Lu Cuiling did not let her daughter-in-law answer, but said to her granddaughter: "Don't listen to grandpa, he is making up stories about grandma, he is a bad guy."
Feng Ruoruo was immediately shocked: "Huh? Has Grandpa turned into a bad guy?"
Feng Jiandong said with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense in front of your granddaughter. You've frightened her."
Lu Cuiling immediately said, "You were the one who started talking nonsense."
Feng Jiandong could only helplessly say: "Okay, okay, I was wrong. Ruoruo, don't be afraid. Grandpa and grandma were just joking. Grandpa said the wrong thing."
Lu Cuiling still insisted: "Your grandpa deliberately said bad things about grandma, Ruoruo, you want to help grandma to denounce grandpa."
This time the little girl understood and said immediately: "Grandpa, you can't say bad things about grandma. You have to apologize to grandma, then grandma will forgive you."
Seeing her granddaughter standing on her side, Lu Cuiling said to Feng Jiandong proudly, "Look, our little darling Ruoruo is sensible. You should apologize to me quickly."
At this time, Feng Ruoruo stood up from the chair, ran quickly to her grandfather, hugged his neck and whispered: "Grandpa, apologize to grandma. Look, grandma is angry. If you apologize to grandma, she won't be angry anymore. Hurry up."
With such a cute little granddaughter trying so hard to bring them together, who can resist this cute offensive
So Feng Jiandong could only raise his head and say to his wife, "Okay, Grandpa will listen to Ruoruo and apologize to grandma. I'm sorry, grandma Ruoruo. Grandpa Ruoruo just said the wrong thing. Please forgive me, grandma Ruoruo."
The way Feng Ruoruo was trying so hard to bring her grandparents together, and Feng Jiandong's apology was so formal, powerful, yet humorous, that everyone burst into laughter.
After grandpa apologized, Feng Ruoruo quickly walked around the table and ran to grandma.
"Grandma, look, grandpa has apologized to you, you have to forgive him."
Lu Cuiling turned around, took her little granddaughter into her arms, and agreed with a smile: "Okay, grandma promises Ruoruo, forgive grandpa."
Feng Ruoruo said in her grandmother's arms: "Grandma, you have to tell Grandpa, you have to tell Grandpa 'it's okay'."
With the granddaughter's serious insistence, grandma finally said to grandpa: "Okay, grandma forgives grandpa Ruoruo, it's okay."
Grandpa then smiled and said, "Okay, thank you Grandma Ruoruo for your forgiveness."
Feng Ruoruo saw her grandparents smiling and reconciled, and the little girl cheered happily: "Great, grandparents are finally reconciled."
Everyone else present, including Yue Qingsong and Yue Qihao, father and son, were amused by this scene.
Yue Qihao smiled and turned to his father and said, "This little sister is really amazing. She can make her grandparents listen to her."
Yue Qingsong touched his son's head and said, "This is the ability of your sister. Although she is young, she is very capable. Usually, she helps your uncle Feng greet guests in his restaurant. Many people like your sister."
Yue Qihao immediately said: "I know, there are many videos online of my sister."
Yue Qingsong was a little surprised: "There are videos of your sister on the Internet?"
Seeing that his father didn't know, Yue Qihao was immediately very proud: "Of course, Dad, you didn't know? My sister is also an Internet celebrity. Many people like her very much. There are many people on the Internet who go to Uncle Feng's restaurant to eat, and then wait in line for my sister to give them snacks."
When Feng Ruoruo heard her brother say that he was distributing snacks, she immediately said, "Grandpa's restaurant is doing good business. Many people are lining up to eat Dad's food, and it's very tiring to wait outside, so Ruoruo distributed snacks to them. Grandpa and Mom asked Ruoruo to make this."
Yue Qingsong smiled and said, "Ruoruo is really great."
The little girl immediately responded with a smile: "Thank you, Uncle Yue."
During this breakfast, Yue Qingsong and his son truly felt the joy of Feng Yifan's big family.
As a childhood friend, Yue Qingsong was happy for Feng Yifan when he saw that his family was so happy.
At the same time, Yue Qingsong felt that in the future he should try his best to learn more from his childhood friend's family and maintain this harmony so that everyone in the family can love each other.
After almost finishing breakfast, Yue Qingsong's mother came over accompanied by his wife.
Seeing that Yue Qingsong and Yue Qihao were both there, Yue Qingsong's mother immediately said, "You two are really amazing. One of you came here without eating, and the other came to look for the other after eating, but ended up not being able to go back. What's going on? Are you planning to stay at someone else's house?"
Qi Yan quickly persuaded her mother-in-law: "Mom, don't be angry. Yifan and his family just came back. Qingsong and Yifan grew up together and have a deep relationship. It's not wrong to visit them more often."
Hearing her daughter-in-law's advice, Yue Qingsong's mother nodded and said, "Okay, that's right, but the father and son should at least tell them."
Yue Qingsong quickly stepped forward to apologize to his mother: "Mom, I'm sorry, I was so busy eating with Haohao that I forgot to tell you."
Upon hearing this, the mother looked at Yue Qingsong and asked, "What's the matter? Didn't you have enough to eat at home? Why did you go to someone else's house to eat?"
Yue Qingsong said awkwardly: "No mom, isn't this Yifan making the crepe wontons that grandma used to make for us when we were little? So I couldn't help but eat a bowl too."
When she heard about Feng Yifan's grandmother, Yue Qingsong's mother was stunned at first, and then she couldn't help feeling a little sad.
"Ah, your grandma is a good grandma. She loves you so much and really treats you as her own grandchildren. If she were still alive, she would be very happy to see you like this."
Yue Qingsong comforted his mother and said, "Mom, what are you doing? It's a happy thing that Yifan is back."
The mother also came to her senses immediately and said, "Yes, yes, look at me, I am old now, I just can't control my emotions and get excited easily."
Lu Cuiling came over and held Yue Qingsong's mother's hand: "Old sister, we all know how you feel about my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law really likes Qingsong, so you really don't have to do this. My mother-in-law is a person who doesn't seek anything."
The two old mothers shook hands, and then Yue Qingsong's mother burst into laughter: "Okay, Yifan's return is a happy thing, and we should be happy too."
Feng Yifan suddenly said, "Mom and Dad, I want to take Ruoxi and Ruoruo to see grandma in the morning."
Feng Jiandong agreed immediately: "Yes, we should go. How about this, we all go together. After visiting your grandma, we will go to the vegetable garden. Anyway, it's still early."
So Feng Yifan's family and Yue Qingsong's family went out of the back door of the Feng family courtyard and walked along a stone path towards the back mountain outside the village.