"Mom!" Song Ruosheng called softly.

Mother Song stopped what she was doing and turned around: "Sheng'er, is the road blocked, it's hot, go drink saliva first, and you can eat right away!"

"No, it's a little hot, you cook so many dishes, I don't know if you think you're going to have a banquet!" Song Ruosheng laughed and teased her mother.

"I don't think it's too much, besides, it's rare for you to come once!" Song Mu said as she returned to the stove.

Song Ruosheng looked at the dishes that had been prepared, there were Japanese food, and Buddha jumped over the wall, all of which she loved to eat before.

"Chef Lin, are you going to bring all the world's cuisines to the table?" As she spoke, she also put on her gloves to help start.

Mother was a virtuous man, and a master of cooking, and after a quarter of an hour all the dishes were ready, she took off her apron and went out with her mother, followed by the servant.

At the dining table, Father Song looked at the dishes on the long table, and said the same thing as his daughter: "Are you going to bring all the world's cuisine to the table?"

Song Ruosheng laughed: "Yes, my mother is really amazing!"

Father Song smiled: "Awesome, I look at that, she is showing off her skills!"

Song Mu was not happy and retorted: "Show off your skills, you have to show off your skills!"

"Yes, yes, Chef Lin deserves to be Chef Lin!" Father Song saw that he was starting to be more serious, and immediately compromised.

Song Ruosheng looked at her parents still with their mouths as before, and her whole heart was twisted, she thought that her future family would be like this, but look at Ji Xunyang, he was sitting at the dining table, with emotions in his eyes that she couldn't understand, probably wishing that this meal would end quickly, and he would leave.

Mother Song noticed the silent Ji Xunyang, thinking that she had snubbed him, and immediately put a chopstick dish into his bowl: "Xunyang, don't be restrained at home, just treat it as your own home!"

Ji Xunyang nodded, picked up the chopsticks and ate the dishes in the bowl.

Song Ruosheng was a little surprised, Ji Xunyang has a slight cleanliness habit, he usually eats with his own utensils, and if he is not forced to participate in a dinner, he usually only drinks water, but today it is very strange that he actually ate the dishes sandwiched by others.

"Sheng'er, you eat it too! Mother Song took care of herself and brought a bowl of soup to her.

She put a spoon into her mouth, and as before, it was extremely fresh.

Shrimp slice soup is the name Song Ruosheng gave to this dish, she doesn't know the real name, the fresh shrimp are spread out on the back, coated with starch, beaten with a rolling pin, beaten into thin slices, and put into the hot broth. The usual version of the broth is chopped seaweed and green onions, and a spoonful of caviar is put in the love of my own family, so that the umami is brought out to the extreme.

This is the lowest-cost dish on this table, but it is Song Ruosheng's favorite dish.

At the dinner table, Ji Xunyang was also a little unusual today, and his words became more than usual.

"Sheng'er, I heard that you went to the hospital last time?" Father Song suddenly asked halfway through the meal.

"Yes, you know?" Song Ruosheng replied flatly, but there was a drum in his heart, his parents shouldn't know anything.

"What are you doing in the hospital, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you listen to you. Sure enough, Father Song began to ask.

Song Ruosheng's hanging heart let go of half of it, and he laughed: "What do you guess I'm going to do?"

There was a deliberate cunning in her eyes, which made Father Song breathe a sigh of relief: "Ghost girl, it's hard for you to go to the hospital to inspect the people's situation!"