"Eat!" Fang Qing walked out of the kitchen with a big tumbling pig's trotters, and placed them on the dining table. "What are you two talking about?"
Ji Tong glanced at Lu Rong shyly, "Rong Rong is very interested in my business."
Lu Rong: "..."
Interested Nima.
"Eat first, we'll talk later. Try my cooking skills." Fang Qing served the two of them enthusiastically.
Ji Tong stood up with a happy smile, and shared chopsticks and spoons with her: "So many dishes?"
Fang Qing blushed and said, "Didn't you come? I usually don't cook."
Jitong lowered his head shyly: "Thank you."
Fang Qing: "Look what you said..."
Lu Rong: "..."
What kind of middle-aged and elderly family love drama is this? !
Fang Qing and Ji Tong got bored, and finally thought of Lu Rong: "Rong Rong, have you washed your hands yet? Sit down."
"En." Lu Rong dragged his heavy steps and sat down at the table. Even though he was mentally prepared, his face still darkened several degrees when he saw the table full of dishes.
There is a reason why Fang Qing doesn't usually cook - Lu Rong won't let her cook.
It's too bad, it's too bad.
Lu Rong has already learned how to cook before going to school. While other children are still rolling around in the park, Lu Rong has already stepped on the small bench to cook three meals a day for himself.
Not only did he learn how to cook, but he also learned a principle of life: there are talents in this world, some people just don't have talents for certain things, and this cannot be forced, such as cooking for Fang Qing.
Fang Qing has not cooked for many years, and Lu Rong almost forgot the fear of being ruled by Fang Qing's dark cooking. But when he sat in front of this table of dishes, he expressed such emotion: It turns out that childhood nightmares will follow people for a lifetime.
What is this Nima doing? !
The pig's trotters and big fat meat were floating in the pot just now, he thought that Fang Qing would do follow-up processing, at least put some soy sauce to polish it up, but she brought up the whole pot, and now the whole living room is full of those A sweet taste!
Next to the pale pig's trotters is the bright red braised beef. In this bowl of braised beef, there is no whole piece of beef. Because it was cut along the tendon, the beef was dissected and floated in pieces in the thick thickened cornstarch, which made people feel uncomfortable. Think of the unswept ancient battlefield.
Next to the dissected beef was a fish that was dying. The fish was lying on the plate with its eyes upturned and its belly open. You could see the scales on the fish carcass that hadn't been completely scraped off, reflecting a strange reflection under the fluorescent lamp. The inside of the fish maw was pitch black, and it hadn't been cleaned up either. A bitter smell came from three feet away, and the thick oily red sauce couldn't cover it up. The whole fish takes on the style of the immortal British dish "look up at the sky".
Next to the carcass is a chicken. Stewed chicken is a dish that is not easy to make mistakes. Fang Qing killed it when she bought it from the vegetable market. All she had to do was put the chicken into the stew pot. But Fang Qing understood this step literally. She stuffed the whole chicken into the stew pot with the butt facing the sky, without any seasoning, and it seemed that she didn't add much water, so Lu Rong didn't know what was going on just by visual inspection. What is the current status of the chicken's head, but the pot should be useless, and the bottom of the pot is black.
There is also a pot of small green vegetables. Although it looked half-baked, it was a pot of green vegetables that were still in the "edible" category.
Fang Qing and Ji Tong were still babbling about some seemingly homely but actually shameful words, while Lu Rong sat where he was, holding his chopsticks, motionless.
"Eat." Fang Qing finally realized her son's abnormality, and made a gesture to bring him some food.
"No need." Lu Rong stopped her from picking up vegetables.
Lu Rong glanced around, and finally fixed his eyes on the small green vegetables, stretched out his chopsticks, lifted them elegantly and carefully, and put them into his bowl. He took a few more deep breaths, bravely stuck out his tongue, and put a small vegetable leaf into his mouth.
Sweet.
Lu Rong stood up, walked into the bathroom calmly, vomited the little vegetables into the trash can, and made a gesture of retching.
Fang Qing yelled outside: "What's wrong?"
Lu Rong: "I'm stuck eating fish."
Fang Qing: "This child... is such an adult, he still gets stuck in his throat, really. Did you get it out?"
Lu Rong flushed the toilet and walked out calmly: "It's out."
Jitong saw that he looked fine, and then he answered: "Children, it's easy to gobble up delicious food, just be careful." After that, he put the bowl of fish in front of Lu Rong, and made a gesture to ask for it. Give him food.
Lu Rong: "..."
Although it is true that he is a middle-aged and elderly man in the dating period, it is a bit too much to lick a dog to such an extent!
Fang Qing also thought it was too much, she decided to change the fish back: "If he wants to eat himself, he will pick it up. It's not like he can't pick it up for such a big person, you can eat it." Saying that, she caught Jitong with her backhand. Large pieces of fish belly.
Lu Rong thought in his heart: Damn it.
Just this thing, eating it can spiral up to heaven.
He felt a little sympathetic to Jitong, but when he thought that if Fang Qing didn't do anything, Jitong would not be able to put this piece of fish directly into his bowl, and felt that he was in a cocoon. He simply stopped eating and concentrated on observing Ji Tong to see if he ate or not.
Jitong's white rice was now covered with a large piece of fish in thick oily red sauce. The sauce even flowed down the porcelain bowl, and the fish bones were also unsheathed left and right. The feeding container appears to be in extreme disarray.
But Ji Tong's expression was sweet and joyful, and two blushes appeared on his gentle and strict face, which were more dazzling than the big gold chain around his neck.
Fang Qing enthusiastically urged: "Eat!"
Jitong was silent for a long time, and said with some emotion: "... eh."
As he said that, he pulled out the scattered fish bones in a gentle manner, and put a small piece into his mouth.
Ji Tong's expression changed, his slender eyes behind the lenses widened, more and more like Bai Yansong: "Delicious!!!"
Lu Rong: "...?"
He was in awe of Ji Tong. No matter if it's true or not, to be able to make the following comments on Fang Qing's dishes shows that this person is cruel to him.
Jitong finished eating the piece of fish in a slow manner, and Fang Qing cheerfully added a piece of pig's trotter to him. Hairy skin, as fat as snow: "Taste my pig's trotters!"
Lu Rong couldn't stand it anymore: "Forget it..."
Even if he wanted to test his sincerity, it would be too much, the human heart cannot withstand temptation.
Unexpectedly, Ji Tong took a bite and said again: "It's delicious! I haven't eaten such a strong pig's trotter for several years!"
Lu Rong: "..."
Brother, what was your living environment like a few years ago
After Ji Tong finished gnawing on the pig's trotters, Fang Qing was busy eating chicken for him, Ji Tong waved his hand: "We want a combination of meat and vegetables."
He picked up the bowl, picked up a few slings of small green vegetables, and elegantly and efficiently put the raw rice into his mouth.
Lu Rong couldn't bear to watch it again. It is really not easy for a man to marry a wife.
Jitong swept away the rice and put down the bowl solemnly: "I found out that your rice is very delicious and chewy. Where did you buy it? What brand?"
Fang Qing didn't know anything, so she elbowed Lu Rong.
Lu Rong: "Just downstairs in the supermarket, 3 yuan and 5 catties."
Ji Tong: "It's very special, chewy, and has a pure rice fragrance, which tastes like the big stove I ate when I was a child." He stood up and walked to the kitchen with the bowl in his hand, "I want another bowl, who wants it? ?"
Lu Rong: "..."
When he entered the door just now, he found that Fang Qing hadn't pressed the cooking button, so the rice was not cooked, but cooked raw rice. Looking at the silhouette of Jitong struggling to serve food in the kitchen, he thought that he might not be acting.
When Ji Tong came back, Fang Qing greeted him to eat chicken, but this time his tone was no longer so lively and cheerful, his voice was choked up, and there were tears in his eyes: "You...you eat more..."
Jitong: "What's wrong with you?! Why are you crying?"
Fang Qing: "No one... likes my cooking..."
Ji Tong: "How come?!"
Fang Qing: "Rong Rong doesn't like it."
Ji Tong's gaze was full of condemnation, but he immediately turned to Fang Qing gently, and comforted him: "The child eats your cooking every day, and his mouth is kept in his mouth. Naturally, he is not blessed in the blessing. Anyway, I It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten such delicious home-cooked food.”
"Yes, is it?" Fang Qing happily wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, "Then I will do it for you every day from now on!"
Jitong glanced at Lu Rong embarrassedly: "... hey!"
Lu Rong: "..."
He looked at Jitong's face buried in hard work, and secretly shook his head. Some people look normal on the surface, but they are actually born with defects. If abnormal taste can be regarded as a disability, Jitong can receive a tenth-level disability certificate.
Maybe this is what kind of pot goes with what kind of cover. Lu Rong looked at Fang Qing happily watching Ji Tong eating, and thought, maybe Fang Qing's true son has really come.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, if a usury is a loan shark, then it is a loan shark.
While Lu Rong was washing dishes in the kitchen, Ji Tong and Fang Qing stood on the balcony together.
Fang Qing: "We are going to get the certificate tomorrow, why do you seem to be absent-minded?"
Ji Tong said heavily: "Do you think Rong Rong likes me?"
Fang Qing: "I like it!"
Ji Tong: "I can't see through his attitude, he sometimes gives me a very deep feeling, especially at the dinner table—did I eat too much?"
Fang Qing: "He usually pretends like this."
Ji Tong was still anxious, Fang Qing comforted him: "You want to marry me, not him, so what if Rong Rong doesn't like you? I like you!"
Ji Tong: "But how will we live together in the future?"
Fang Qing: "It doesn't matter, we just need to raise him until he is eighteen, and then he can be self-reliant."
Jitong shook his head: "It's true that the law stipulates that, but it's not realistic at all."
Fang Qing said solemnly: "He will leave us at the age of eighteen, really. Because he is not my biological son, I am just his temporary guardian."
The bowl in Lu Rong's hand dropped. There was also the last piece of pig's trotter. He wanted to ask Jitong to eat the pig's trotter, but he heard shocking news.
The atmosphere froze.
Jitong bent down and picked up the trotters and plastic bowls on the ground: "...I'll go in and wash the dishes first, you guys talk slowly."
As soon as he left, Lu Rong immediately asked, "Auntie, what did you just say?"
Fang Qing: "..."
Fang Qing: "I'm not your aunt, I'm your aunt."