"Even if you know each other, hurry up and eat all this nutritious meal, don't you want to leave it, do you hear?" Yang Qingqin is still very useful to her, and she has to see how to make up for her during this time.

"Well, I must have eaten them all. Zhang Yanran nodded heavily in response, as if she would not be a person if she did not finish eating.

Yang Qingqin and Zhang Runhui looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed slightly.

After the meal, Zhang Yanran helped Zhang Runhui upstairs and advised: "Dad, you rest early, I'll accompany you to fish tomorrow, okay?"

Zhang Runhui's face loosened slightly, and his sharp eyes examined Zhang Yanran's somewhat flattering sincerity: "Well, go and rest!"

At this time, Yang Qingqin happened to return to the room with water, as if everything was as usual: "Hurry back and rest, don't stay up late, do you hear?"

"Yes, Dad, Mom, good night!" Zhang Yanran immediately stood up to salute her parents and hurriedly returned to her room.

Knowing that her parents no longer cared, Zhang Yanran's hanging heart finally let go at this moment.

... ... ...

"Sir, it's early!" Aunt Li was wiping the handrails of the stairs with a rag, and greeted Zhang Runhui and Yang Qingqin when she saw them going downstairs together.

Zhang Runhui didn't go to the morning exercise today because his blood pressure was slightly high yesterday, and at this moment, he was sitting on the sofa: "Hasn't Miss gotten up yet?"

At the same time, there was a shocked shout from the kitchen, Yang Qingqin saw Zhang Yanran beating eggs into the pot, the fire was too fierce and burned into the pot, and the fire burned into the pot, and shouted in fright: "Xiao Ran, what are you doing?"

Zhang Runhui and Aunt Li rushed to find out, only to see the fire that Yang Qingqin had just extinguished, the black pot, and unknown objects floating in the pot, the kitchen was in a mess, and the slices of burnt bread were messily thrown on the plates.

Zhang Runhui hopes that someone can explain the current situation: "What's going on?"

"Sir, it's me who is not good, I shouldn't have let Miss cook, I'm sorry!" Aunt Li hurriedly apologized, for fear of harming the pond fish.

Zhang Yanran was still holding the remaining eggshell in her hand, and lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong: "Parents, Aunt Li is not to blame for this matter, I want to make you breakfast, and Aunt Li also went out under my persuasion." ”

"Xiao Ran, whatever you want to eat, Mom will make it for you. Yang Qingqin wiped the beads of sweat from Zhang Yanran's forehead, not wanting to hit the child's self-confidence, and said euphemistically.

Zhang Runhui frowned slightly, this scene seemed to have happened before, and he suddenly remembered that when Yang Qingqin was young in order to cook for him, his face eased a lot.

"Mom, you teach me to cook!" Zhang Yanran knew that she had no talent for cooking, but she just promised her senior, so she had to work hard.

"What? you want me to teach you how to cook?" Yang Qingqin exclaimed, her previous elegant posture was gone, and she was surprised to learn that her daughter, who did not touch the spring water with her fingers, suddenly wanted to learn to cook.

Yang Qingqin put her hand on her forehead and said to Zhang Runhui, "Don't you have a fever?" Ah Hui, did your daughter take the wrong medicine?"

"Xiao Ran, why do you want to learn to cook?" Cooking is not a bad thing, but Zhang Runhui still remembers that Zhang Yanran once cooked a bowl of noodles, which can be described as dark cuisine, and afterwards, she forgot to turn off the gas and fried half of the kitchen, and after that, she was forbidden to enter the kitchen again.

Zhang Yanran hesitated for a moment, and slowly told the truth of the matter: "When I had an accident, a classmate sent me to the hospital in time and fought for the best doctor to treat me for surgery, I wanted to thank him, but he said that he wanted to eat the food I cooked, as a thank you, even though I had stated that I couldn't cook, he still insisted on tasting it, so I just wanted to work hard once and repay him." ”

"Then since it's a repayment, let your mother teach you to do it for lunch, I'll take care of the company's affairs before lunch, and we'll go fishing in the afternoon, so it's decided." Zhang Runhui admired Zhang Yanran's kindness, so he made a decision without authorization, and Yang Qingqin had no opinion on this matter.

Yang Qingqin looked at the kitchen and said to Aunt Li: "Aunt Li, please clean up and make breakfast! Change all the kitchen utensils before 11 o'clock, by the way, buy more vegetables today, twice as much as usual!"

"Yes, ma'am. Aunt Li put the rag away and began to clean up the kitchen.

10:59 a.m

The kitchen refrigerator was stuffed to the brim by Aunt Li, and at this time, Yang Qingqin had already put on an apron and held another cute apron: "Xiao Ran, put the apron on, don't splash the oil for a while, do you know what your classmate likes to eat?"

"He should like to eat fish, right? Then my mother taught me how to make fish?" Zhang Yanran still remembered that he ate more fish last time, and it should be similar to her taste.

Yang Qingqin took out fish, pork ribs, shrimp, chicken, and seasonal vegetables, and took out a lot of ingredients and handed them to Zhang Yanran: "We will eat these at noon, my mother will teach you how to deal with it first, and then teach you how to do it, the fish has been killed, we have to wash it." ”

"Okay!" Zhang Yanran laughed at Yang Qingqin with a look of eagerness.

"How is your injury now?" Yang Qingqin couldn't help but worry about whether there would be any sequelae, whether to go to the hospital for a re-examination.

Zhang Yanran's action of washing the fish, paused for a moment, no matter when, parents are always the ones who care about you the most, she tilted her head and smiled at Yang Qingqin: "Mom, it's been a while, and now there is basically no problem." ”

"Well, I'll send you food often in the future. Yang Qingqin nodded back, already thinking about what to cook.

Zhang Yanran ignored the fishy hands, hugged Yang Qingqin and said, "Thank you, Mom." ”

"You go away, you stink. Yang Qingqin shouted with pretended disgust, and pushed her to wash it quickly.

There were laughter in the kitchen from time to time, sometimes exclamation, sometimes cheers, Zhang Runhui, who walked out of the study to pour water, passed by, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he was worried for a while, how good it would be if the family was together, more than ten years have passed.

A dish of steamed pork ribs, braised fish, braised prawns in oil, and stir-fried vegetables with garlic were brought out on the table by Zhang Yanran, Zhang Yanran went to the study with great interest and asked Zhang Runhui to go downstairs to eat, knocking on the door of the study, "Dad, come down to eat, try my craftsmanship." ”

"Okay, I'll get this down right away. Zhang Runhui held up the document.

"Hurry up!" Zhang Yanran urged, and went downstairs.

Zhang Yanran, who was already seated downstairs, couldn't hold back and stretched out her chopsticks, and before she could reach it, Yang Qingqin, who came out of the soup, found it and reprimanded in a low voice: "Xiao Ran!"

This scene happened to be seen by Zhang Runhui, who came to the restaurant, and looked at the aggrieved Zhang Yanran and couldn't help but quip: "What delicious did you make?"

"The dish is average, even paste, the shrimp is a little salty, the soy sauce of the fish affects the taste, the pork ribs are okay, but it is a little paste, the green vegetables are a little dry, and there is no oil?" Zhang Runhui was as strict as a food taster at this time, and he shook his head as if he was shaking.

provoked Zhang Yanran couldn't help but protest: "Dad, the first time I cooked, can't you encourage me?"

"This soup is not bad, the taste is as good as your mother's craftsmanship, and you still have some talent for cooking. After Zhang Runhui took a sip of soup, he comforted.

Zhang Yanran pursed her lips, her eyes were deep and dark, as if they contained countless grievances, and she said discouragedly, "That's the soup my mother cooked, I don't have any talent." ”

A pair of chopsticks stopped in the air, a rare trace of embarrassment flashed on his heroic face, and he hurriedly comforted him, "This shrimp is good, Dad's heavy taste, I just want to eat salty dishes." ”

When Yang Qingqin, who came out with a bone dish, heard this, he glared angrily, and the meaning was obvious, do you still want to eat things with too high salt for high blood pressure?

"I think of when your mother married me, ten fingers don't touch the spring water to now you are good at cooking, you are better than your mother back then, and your mouth is the best way to practice your cooking skills, understand?" Zhang Runhui thought for a moment and said these words, which is not only a fact, but also can save his daughter's face, and can also anger Yang Qingqin, why not?

Yang Qingqin lifted the chopsticks to stew the prawns in oil, elegantly peeled off the skin, and tasted until one was eaten, Zhang Yanran was so nervous that she held her breath during the whole process, waiting for comments, only to see Yang Qingqin raise the chopsticks again to pick up the shrimp, and couldn't help but ask, "Mom, how is it?"

"After peeling, the taste is just right!" Yang Qingqin didn't tease her, and said sincerely.

The evaluations given by the two were very different, and Zhang Yanran turned around and shouted: "Aunt Li, Aunt Li!"

"Miss, what's wrong?" Aunt Li hurriedly walked to the dining room and asked, only to see Zhang Yanran go to the kitchen and bring new dishes and chopsticks to Aunt Li: "Aunt Li, please help me taste it, their evaluation is not credible." ”

"Good" Aunt Li has been working in this family for many years, and the Zhang couple never treated her as an outsider, picked up the chopsticks, tasted every dish, and finally said to Zhang Yanran sincerely: "Miss cooks for the first time, and it is already very good." ”

Zhang Yanran, who was encouraged, couldn't stop smiling, and even felt much better: "When are we going fishing?"

"After eating, it's over!" Zhang Runhui said, putting down the juice glass.

Zhang Yanran looked at the scene at the dinner table, the family is harmonious, even if they quarrel, they will not stay overnight, family affection is like this.

The small pavilion on the edge of the fish pond is slightly shaded, the environment is picturesque, the fishing line is cast in the air and slides into the water quietly, the sun shines through a ray of light on the two mothers and daughters, the table next to it is placed with flower tea, three cups, two books, an afternoon spent in the warmth, the harvest is rich on the way back, and the laughter returns home.

Zhang Yanran's mobile phone rang with the message ringtone, opened the chat window, and popped up a window that was easy to say: "I'll pick you up tomorrow and go back to school." ”

"Okay, thank you, senior!" Zhang Yanran quickly replied, showing a satisfied smile, picked up her home clothes, hummed a little song, and walked to the bathroom with brisk steps.

On the other side, Yan Yiling, who received a reply, had a faint smile in his deep eyes, he hadn't seen him for a few days, and he missed it so much!

The next day – the bus stop

Zhang Yanran went out with a long-prepared meal with a strong longing for home, and wanted to see him, and even more wanted to hear his evaluation, I don't know if I will find it unpalatable.

At Zhang Yanran's drop-off point that night, Yan Yiling was already waiting on the side, and the small figure in the distance was getting closer and closer, holding a meal box in his hand, walking absentmindedly.

Yan Yiling seemed to think that she was walking a little slowly, and stepped on the accelerator to the end, until she was in front of her, and rolled down the window: "Get in the car." ”

The car that stopped in front of Zhang Yanran rescued her who was silent in her thoughts, looked up, and exclaimed, "Senior, you arrived so early?"

"Just arrived. The window had already been pressed, and the elegant and noble figure of Yan Yiling was reflected in the car, the tight thin lips raised a trace of arc, and the small broken hair that reached the eyebrows covered the full forehead.

Every time she met, she felt her heart beating, Zhang Yanran opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, her hand holding the meal was slightly sweaty, she secretly regretted that she had known that she would have put on some lipstick to embellish her face to look better, would it be unnatural after applying it?

A burst of cranky thought was interrupted by Yan Yiling's question: "This is the food you cooked for me with your own hands?"

"Well, senior, you said that you will eat it whether it is unpalatable or not, right?" Zhang Yanran looked at Yan Yiling expectantly, with a faint nervousness in her heart.

Yan Yiling looked at her domineering appearance sideways, was in a happy mood, and smiled faintly: "Yes, as long as you make it, I will finish it!"