Du Wenjuan insisted on making them feel the warm connection from her family and insisted on cooking a meal for them at home.
Jiang Wang lived to be twenty-eight years old, as if he just found out that his parents and mother are both quite good at craftsmanship.
Peng Jiahui is a native of Hongcheng. The steamed vegetable lotus root soup is cooked exactly like the old grandpa and old lady. The seasoning is rich and the fried fish is fragrant.
Du Wenjuan is good at making southeast dishes, thick oily red sauce with low heat and slow cooking, and sweet and sour fish lion head.
When Jiang Wang ate, he was a little stunned. His childhood memories were deliberately forgotten to the point where there were so many things worth remembering.
"Brother already drank two bowls of soup! Mom, you are really good at cooking, I can't wait to eat your cooking every day!" Peng Xingwang is also very accepting of new flavors of food, and he eats two bowls of rice in a blink of an eye.
"Why are you still called brother?" Du Wenjuan couldn't laugh or cry: "Didn't I teach you that you should be called uncle."
Jiang Wang coughed lightly, not quite right about being his own uncle.
"Just let the child be happy, let the uncle look old."
But it was okay at the beginning of cooking, and when it was the third time, Du Wenjuan's pregnancy reaction came up again, and she vomited quietly while covering the door, not daring to let them know.
Jiang Wang noticed something, knocked on the door and said: "Let's go out to eat, you have worked hard if you keep doing this."
Du Wenjuan cleaned up quickly, and apologized when she opened the door: "I'm really sorry, but it's actually not a big problem."
She looked at the fish on the chopping board, and was reluctant to let go: "Actually, I've already packed almost everything, and it cooks very quickly."
"Pregnant women, don't smell the cooking fumes." Jiang Wang knew that she felt sorry for these fish and vegetables, washed his hands and said: "Well, I will do it, and you can teach me at the door."
He smiled sideways, as if he had discovered something.
"It's also a coincidence that no one has ever taught me how to cook since I grew up so big."
Peng Xingwang was trying to come over to help, when he heard the sound, he poked his head in: "I want to learn too!"
Du Wenjuan thought it would work, Wen Sheng taught him how to change fish into a knife, how to peel ginger, and how to peel garlic.
Jiang Wangzhen is learning for the first time.
He didn't even know how much oil to put in the fried fish, so Du Wenjuan couldn't help laughing and teaching him.
She is about the same age as him now, about five or six years older, but she is quite familiar with housework.
"Forget it, when the oil is hot, pinch a pinch of salt with your hands and sprinkle it evenly around the pan so that the fish skin won't stick to the pan."
Jiang Wang carefully learned a certain point from her teaching, and he really fried a decent fish.
He prepared meat and vegetable dishes according to her instructions, and also made an egg drop soup.
In the end, I was surprised.
"It's more convenient to cook with your own hands." He murmured, "So it's so fast."
"Yeah, go out to eat less. Many restaurants outside use dirty oil and meat." Du Wenjuan is also very attached to such family moments, and said with a smile: "If you want to learn other dishes in the future, you can call me at any time. Phone, I have learned a little about both northern and southern cuisines, so I can help you."
"Well, definitely."
Holidays always go by so fast, and the sights on a boat pass by in a flash, and it’s time to say goodbye in a blink of an eye.
Peng Xingwang once again confirmed his existence with his mother, he was much more relaxed than when he came here, and even deliberately kissed Du Wenjuan's belly through his coat.
"You have to be obedient, don't let mother suffer too much."
He raised his head and tiptoed to kiss his mother's face again.
"Wait until I see you next time!"
"Okay, mom will miss you every day." Du Wenjuan smiled softly and opened her hands wide: "Just like in a storybook, mom loves you so much."
"Safe travel, my darling."
On the way back, Jiang Wang kept looking at the endless rice fields outside the window.
He always felt like he was letting go of something.
As people grow up, they will bear some shackles and shackles without knowing it, and look around but can't see anything.
Maybe, he used to be afraid too.
Not used to close contact, let alone trust family members.
When Du Wenjuan saw her off, all these emotions drifted away like a lake, and their traces faded away.
Ji Linqiu asked about the train number and drove over to pick them up.
Peng Xingwang called him on purpose yesterday, but today he didn't care about the small suitcase when he saw someone, so he let go and rushed over.
"Ji! Old! Teacher!"
"I! Super! Want! You!"
"The mille-feuille cake you taught me to make, my mother said it was very, very delicious! It's the first time she has eaten such a wonderful cake!"
"Teacher Ji, I love you so much!"
Ji Linqiu hadn't heard the word love for a long time, and at this very moment, his eyes met Jiang Wang's, his ears felt a little hot.
"I miss you very much too." He purposely knelt down and hugged Peng Xingwang for a while.
When the child found something, he pouted and said, "I want to grow to be two meters tall, so I will bend down to hug you in the future."
"Two meters? It's taller than me." Jiang Wang said foolishly behind him: "Be careful when thunder strikes."
"elder brother!"
After the luggage and gifts were put away in the trunk, Ji Linqiu habitually sat back in the driver's seat, put on his seat belt and inserted the key to start the engine and drove smoothly.
"By the way, someone at home gave it to me again..." He was halfway through speaking, and found Jiang Wang looking at him: "What are you looking at me for?"
"It's nothing." Jiang Wang turned his head to one side, pretending to support his head with his hands, but actually covering his mouth with a smile: "I see you drive very handsomely."
Ji Linqiu raised his eyebrows, changed direction and lane skillfully, and continued: "I sent a big fish, a bucket of grass eggs, a bucket of rapeseed oil, and two live geese."
"I don't know how to take care of the goose, so I put it at Granny Feng's place to play with the sheep for the time being."
Jiang Wang has a wide range of businesses, so naturally many people give gifts.
Of course, he will not accept anything like red envelopes, bank cards and shopping cards.
But there are always people who will run away after giving the gifts, and don't even leave a name.
The customer service operations of the four bookstores and the online store have supported many people, and many employees are willing to give gifts during the holidays.
But in this era, many people like to express their sincerity with living gifts.
— so fresh! so live! Boss Jiang, you can see how much we like you! Happy holiday!
Usually, I would receive a cage of roosters and a few grass ducks. Jiang Wang usually asked his assistant to carry them to the nearby vegetable market to help kill them, and then find a nearby restaurant to pay some processing fees.
After learning cooking from Du Wenjuan for two days, he was a little flustered, so he said abruptly, "Let's cook."
Ji Linqiu was paying attention to the road conditions, and turned the steering wheel to look sideways at him.
"at home?"
"I know how to cook fish. I learned it in Cizhou." Jiang Wang asked Peng Xingwang to send him another text message asking how to cook catfish. He tapped his knuckles on the steering wheel twice: "Let's go, let's go to the vegetable market."
Ji Linqiu had a half smile but not a smile: "...Are you sure?"
"Sure." Jiang Wangtan frankly said, "The fire will start at four o'clock.
We burnt the pot and threw it out to eat. "
Du Wenjuan replied to the text message very quickly. Not only did she send all the procedures, but she also wrote clearly which side dishes to buy.
The three of them have never cooked a meal since they moved to Hehua Gaoyuan. They bought all the electrical appliances and kitchen utensils. In fact, they didn’t even have a bag of rice at home.
Jiang Wang also felt that making stewed fish was not enough, so he bought some chives and wanted to scramble eggs and make spinach soup.
After returning home, he simply packed his luggage and clothes, and Ji Linqiu led him to see the fish.
The long-bearded catfish is more than half a meter long, swimming happily in the dripping bathtub.
Jiang Wang's smile froze.
"Is it so... long?"
"Yes." Ji Linqiu said with a smile: "The premise of cooking is to kill fish."
Jiang Wang rolled up his sleeves, thrust his hands into the water, and picked up the fish.
Catfish couldn't stand this kind of grievance, so he slapped his long tail backwards, slapping his face with water.
"hiss!"
Ji Linqiu laughed beside him: "Okay, we are even now."
"It wasn't the fish I caught that whipped you last time!" Jiang Wang wiped his face with the back of his hand, angrily said, "Let's go, go to the vegetable market and find someone to kill you! Cut all its scales clean, and eat it today!"
Hearing this, the catfish has jumped back into the bathtub, as if it has been lingering with the bathtub for a hundred years.
Ji Linqiu didn't help him brush his hair, and sat on the edge of the bathtub with a smile on his face: "If you compliment me, I'll kill for you."
Jiang Wang blinked: "You know this?"
"Well, I cooked with Grandpa Peng a few times when I went to the countryside with you, and I'm quite familiar with it." Ji Linqiu said unhurriedly: "You can praise anything, you can boast enough, and you are not allowed to repeat it."
Jiang Wang felt that the man's dignity was being challenged, so he rolled up his sleeves and went to copy the fish, held it high, and was slapped in the face again.
Ji Linqiu raised his eyes and said, "Fall, use force."
Hearing the sound, the man slammed violently, and the catfish was knocked unconscious and temporarily lost the ability to resist.
"Let's go to the kitchen. I'm Yushu Linfeng, a virtuous and generous teacher Ji who can sing, sing and dance."
Ji Linqiu leaned over and stuck the fish's gills with two fingers, and followed him to the kitchen.
"Tch, what are you talking about?"
"boom!"
Chop the head of the fish first.
"Wow—"
The tip of the knife pierces the fish skin from the back and cuts across the bone line.
The gills, viscera, bones, and flesh of the huge catfish were removed, and the car was smoother than before.
Ji Linqiu was so familiar with knives that only his fingertips were stained with blood, and he looked at the gentleman with a hint of evil.
The tip of the knife was nailed to the chopping board with another half turn, and he laughed.
"It's still thirty-four characters short, keep boasting."
Jiang Wang's gaze fell from his black jade-like pupils, across the straight bridge of the nose, from the arc of the jaw, and finally landed on the Adam's apple.
He suddenly realized that Ji Linqiu was a very charming man.
Mature and calm, a little bit bad when teasing.
It is his same sex, not the opposite sex who can love and get close at will.
Jiang Wang felt strange about this idea in his heart, and a somewhat irrelevant desire for possession and aggression arose.
Every time he saw Ji Linqiu showing blood, his throat would dry out, as if he had been seduced.
"Don't exaggerate." The man took a deep breath for a second, looked away, and said with a half smile: "Why is it a bit hot in the room, turn on the fan."
"Wait a minute," Ji Linqiu laughed, "Brother Jiang, where were you looking at me just now?"
Jiang Wang blinked.
"Look at the blood on your throat."
He took a step forward, pressed his slightly hot fingertips against his Adam's apple, and wiped it horizontally.
The voice is restrained, as if hiding a secret.
"Okay, no thanks."