Chapter Eighty-Six: The Familiar Taste of Food

"Usually the maid cooks, but you don't come, how can the maid cook with grandchildren and daughters-in-law cooking is warm. ”

Mo Ziqi and Old Man Qin heard the title of this granddaughter-in-law, and both of them gritted their teeth and did not express their position.

Qin Miao smiled deceitfully, then turned around and entered the kitchen.

But as soon as he stepped in, he saw Mo Ziqi holding a kitchen knife and looking at him through gritted teeth.

"You can't be unreasonable, aren't you? This verbal intimacy is better than hugging your waist and making you comfortable, right?"

Looking at Qin Miao's cheap and well-behaved appearance, Mo Ziqi only felt that his cranial nerves were throbbing.

I regret it more and more, why did she go downstairs so early today, get some sleep, and complain to Zhou Gong that this bastard is not fragrant?

But things have come to this point, and it is useless to complain.

Mo Ziqi sighed deeply, put down the kitchen knife, and looked at Qin Miao.

"Do you know how to cook?"

"No, but you do, don't you?"

Expected results, but......

Mo Ziqi, who was taking out the ingredients from the refrigerator, paused when he heard this.

"How do you know I can cook?"

"Eh, looking at Dudu looking so good, it's not hard to guess, right?"

Qin Miao admired his impatience and wisdom, and was relieved to see that Mo Ziqi was not suspicious.

In fact, when the two of them were together, there were a few times when he went back to rest temporarily late at night and ran into Mo Ziqi cooking.

However, at that time, there was only disgust, where did I think about taking a bite.

Seeing Mo Ziqi silently chopping vegetables, a sour emotion suddenly emerged in Qin Miao's heart, but fortunately, God gave him a chance.

"I won't do it, but I can give you a hand. ”

Seeing that Qin Miao didn't say a word, and took those green vegetables to the pool to rinse, Mo Ziqi smiled a little speechlessly.

Quarrel is noisy, but she also knows that the reason why Qin Miao did this is to help her win the favor of the old man.

It's just a meal, and what's the big deal.

In fact, Qin Miao is right, she does know how to cook, to be precise, she can cook when she is young.

Especially in the five years abroad, for fear that the things outside would not be clean, she cooked and ate for Dudu by herself, and gradually developed good cooking skills.

After all the dishes were washed, there was nothing to do, Qin Miao leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching Mo Ziqi skillfully stir-fry and put them on the plate, and he only felt like he was filled with some emotions in his heart.

"Almost, you can help me serve the rice. ”

Mo Ziqi turned his head and said a word to Qin Miao, and then took off his apron and went up to the second floor.

Ran Ran was sleeping soundly after a hangover, only to be woken up by a sharp knock on the door.

"It's going to kill you......"

Scratching his hair and opening the door, he realized that he had slept in Qin Miao's manor last night.

"What's wrong?"

opened the door and looked at Mo Ziqi with a serious face, and opened his mouth weakly.

"Qin Miao's grandfather is here, you go to Dudu's room to sleep, don't let him go downstairs. ”

Looking at each other's haggard or nervous looks, although they both had questions, there was no time for them to ask.

Seeing Ran Ran nodded, Mo Ziqi rushed down the first floor again.

The time was just right, Qin Miao arranged all the dishes and rice neatly, and waited for her to sit down.

There have been several people in the restaurant of Nuoda recently, and today there are only three of them, which makes Mo Ziqi only feel a little uncomfortable.

"Grandpa, how about a taste?"

Qin Miao served vegetables to Old Man Qin, and felt a little nervous in his heart for no reason.

He also suddenly understood at this moment that he cared about Mo Ziqi more than he thought.

Mo Ziqi picked up the chopsticks and didn't fall down, I don't know why, I also want to get a feedback.

I saw that Old Man Qin picked up the dishes on the plate with an expressionless face, put it in his mouth and chewed it twice, and then his eyes lit up.

"This dish, this dish......"

The old man's voice suddenly trembled, and when Qin Miao saw this, he hurriedly filled a bowl of soup and put it in front of him, but saw him wave his hand, signaling that he was okay.

"The taste of this dish is so familiar, there was once an old man who would make it, and he knew that I loved to eat it, so he often brought it to me to eat after it was ready, and it was still hot in my mouth. ”

Hearing this, Mo Ziqi's throat tightened suddenly, and his eyes looked at Old Man Qin without blinking.

"Well, it's been a long time since I've tasted it. ”

The old man's sigh made Qin Miao calm down, and then immediately asked for credit.

"Grandpa, this is what KIKI did. ”

"Really?"

The old man looked at Mo Ziqi in disbelief, and then put a pair of chopsticks in his mouth, with heavy emotions in his eyes.

This meal, Qin Miao and the old man were very satisfied.

Qin Miao also regretted very much, why it took a few years for him to eat the food made by Mo Ziqi.

And Mo Ziqi is complicated in her heart, the dish that the old man praised was given to her by her mother.

The old man also mentioned that it was an old man, could it be his mother......

After all, every dish cooked in one person's hands will have a different taste, is it really such a coincidence?

After the meal, Old Man Qin wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and watched Mo Ziqi get up and put away the dishes and chopsticks, and felt some emotion in his heart.

Cooking has surprised him, and now it is very rare to be able to bend down to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Grandpa, how's it going?"

When Mo Ziqi walked into the kitchen, Qin Miao immediately came to the old man's side, and the words he asked couldn't be more obvious.

"Humph!"

Old Man Qin is still a cold snort, but Qin Miao also knows that his grandfather's opinion of Mo Ziqi has changed.

"Alright, alright, I'm going to rest!"

Old Man Qin couldn't wipe his face a little, so he quickly changed the topic, and was just about to get up with his cane, but his body suddenly froze, and his face showed a painful look.

"** Sick again?"

Seeing this, Qin Miao hurriedly walked over to help the old man, and it happened that Mo Ziqi came over from the kitchen at this moment, and he was also startled when he saw this.

"What's the matter, old man?"

"Back pain, ** sick, the weather is humid these days, it's always uncomfortable. ”

When Mo Ziqi heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward, hesitated for a moment but reached out to support the old man's arm.

With Qin Miao, one by one slowly moved to the sofa.

"Grandpa, my mother used to be like this, after many years of hard work, there was a masseuse living near our house at that time, I learned a set of techniques from him, go back to my mother to press, do you want to try it?