In the end, the old turtle still failed to realize his wish to go out for a walk, because when Zhou Xiaochuan just pushed the door out, Uncle Zhang also poked his head out of the next room and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, I was just going to look for you, hurry up and come over for dinner." You know, today's meal was cooked by Ai Jia herself. Her cooking skills are superb. ”

"Uncle Zhang, I still have something to do...... Zhou Xiaochuan's words were not finished, Uncle Zhang walked out of the house, and while forcibly pulling him towards the house, he said pitifully: "Oh, if there is something, it's not too late to do it after dinner." When the time comes, I can still ask Ai Jia to help you. ”

In order to let his granddaughter get out of the psychological shadow as soon as possible, Uncle Zhang really spared no effort to create opportunities for Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhang Aijia to get along.

Zhou Xiaochuan really couldn't refuse a poor old man, so he could only follow Uncle Zhang to the house. Fortunately, it won't take much time to eat, and it shouldn't be too late to buy pen, ink and paper, and choose a piano shop to rent a piano after eating.

As soon as I walked into Uncle Zhang's house, I saw that there were already two dishes on the dining table in the living room. Although these two dishes are just simple stir-fried liver and waist and pearl balls, the pervasive aroma is mouth-watering, and the index finger is moving.

Pointing to the two dishes on the table, Uncle Zhang was proud, and showed off: "How is it, my granddaughter's cooking is okay, right?" It's more fragrant than the professional chefs in the hotel. ”

"It does smell good." Zhou Xiaochuan sniffed it and said with a smile.

While the two were talking, Zhang Aijia, who was wearing a light blue plaid apron, walked out of the kitchen with a plate of sweet and sour lotus white. Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan, she couldn't help but be stunned, and then frowned and said, "Why are you here?" ”

Before Zhou Xiaochuan could speak, Uncle Zhang replied first: "I asked Xiao Zhou to come, I want him to drink two cups with me." ”

Zhang Aijia's face immediately became gloomy, and she snorted coldly: "I only prepared a meal for two people, but there is no him." It can be seen that she is really wary of Zhou Xiaochuan.

Uncle Zhang's face became ugly: "Didn't I tell you that a friend is coming over for dinner tonight, why don't you cook more?" ”

Zhou Xiaochuan knew that Zhang Aijia wanted to drive him away. And his surname is also a bit soft and not hard. If Zhang Aijia was begging him not to eat here, maybe he would have agreed. But Zhang Aijia used this method to force him away, but it aroused the stubbornness in his heart. He didn't pay attention to Zhang Aijia, but said to Uncle Zhang with a smile: "It's okay, it just so happens that I still have some ingredients at home, so I'll go and get them." ”

Zhang Aijia said coldly: "I don't have the time to do it if you take it." ”

Uncle Zhang was a little annoyed and scolded: "Ai Jia, how do you speak? Xiao Zhou can be regarded as my savior, can't you be respectful and polite to him? ”

Although Zhang Aijia didn't talk back, she muttered in a low voice: "I won't be respectful and polite to a pervert!" ”

Zhou Xiaochuan heard her whisper, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and secretly said in his heart: "This woman is really good at holding grudges." However, he didn't want to lose the upper hand in front of Zhang Aijia, and said with a smile: "I don't plan to let you cook, Uncle Zhang, borrow your kitchen for the head office, right?" ”

"Okay." Uncle Zhang hurriedly nodded and replied.

"Can you eat the food you cook?" Zhang Aijia was skeptical, still sneering.

Zhou Xiaochuan was not in the mood to fight with her, so he said indifferently: "When I make it, won't you know if you taste it?" Then he turned around and went back to his house, took out the ingredients he bought when he came back from work today, and went to Uncle Zhang's house, went straight to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, lifted the kitchen utensils, and began to get busy.

Zhou Xiaochuan acted quickly, and after a while, he made up a few home-cooked dishes and served them on the table.

"Well, it smells pretty good. I really didn't see it, Xiao Zhou, you are actually good at cooking. If I had known, I wouldn't have had to cook on my own. Let me see how good your craft is. Uncle Zhang picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of oiled eggplant in his mouth, and after tasting it, he said with some surprise: "Hey, the taste of this dish, why does it feel a little familiar?" ”

Zhou Xiaochuan took off his apron and put it aside, and replied with a smile: "Home cooking, if the taste is unfamiliar, it will be really weird." ”

Zhang Aijia originally had a dismissive attitude towards these dishes cooked by Zhou Xiaochuan. However, after hearing Uncle Zhang's words, she was moved by curiosity and couldn't help but put a dish with chopsticks in her mouth. After chewing it twice, her eyes lit up all at once. In his eyes, there was both surprise and excitement.

Zhang Aijia will have such a reaction, not because of how delicious these home-cooked dishes cooked by Zhou Xiaochuan. She has a wealthy family, what kind of delicacy has she not eaten? The reason why I was moved by these home-cooked dishes is because the taste of this dish is seven or eight points similar to the dishes made by her late mother.

Since her mother's death, Zhang Aijia has only eaten her mother's cooking in her dreams. She never imagined that today, in this place, under Zhou Xiaochuan, a person who made her hate, taste the taste of 'mother' that haunted her again.

All of a sudden, a hundred moods surged into Zhang Aijia's heart, making her can't help but burst into tears while eating these home-cooked dishes cooked by Zhou Xiaochuan, and two lines of crystal tears flowed out.

Zhou Xiaochuan, who saw this scene, couldn't help but be stunned, and after a few seconds, Fang Cai asked with a confused face: "What's wrong with you?" No matter how delicious the dishes I make, I won't bring tears to my eyes, right? ”

"Idiot!" Zhang Aijia glared at Zhou Xiaochuan, picked up a tissue to wipe the tears on her face, and then ignored him anymore, just buried her head in a big gulp of the dishes he cooked.

Maybe it's because Zhou Xiaochuan's cooking is quite a bit of a 'mother'. Zhang Aijia's attitude towards him has changed a lot compared to before. At least it's no longer cold and cold, especially the staring just now, which has a little bit of charm.

Uncle Zhang laughed, obviously very satisfied with Zhou Xiaochuan's performance tonight, he turned around and took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet next to him, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, it's rare for me to be happy today, you can drink two glasses with me." This wine is a good Moutai, you kid is blessed. ”

Zhang Aijia, who was immersed in eating vegetables, raised her head at this time and said, "Grandpa, your body is just right, and you can't drink alcohol." ”

The smile on Uncle Zhang's face suddenly froze, and after staying for a few seconds, he said with a dry smile: "What, wine is food essence, drinking a few glasses is good for physical recovery...... Okay, I'll just have a drink, it's done, right? It's rare that I'm in a good mood today, and I don't think you want to spoil my good mood, right? ”

Zhang Aijia thought about it for a while, and finally made a compromise: "Okay, I can only have a drink." ”