Ma's throat snorted.

Ai Qiaoqiao's hands trembled, as if she was frightened, and the good soup in the pot was about to spill out.

Zhong was frightened and hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

She hadn't eaten it in her mouth yet, and it would be thanks to her mouth if she spilled it now.

Ai Mingshan looked up at Ma Shi and frowned dissatisfiedly, "Have a good breakfast and train this and that, Qiaoqiao's noodles are smooth, but it's just a few eggs, you feel distressed like this?" ”

Ma Shi was furious, "Those eggs are to be saved and exchanged for money at the market." ”

Old man Ai waved his hand, "Forget it, our family still has hens, and then let's go down, come and sit and eat noodles." ”

"I don't need it......" Ai Qiaoqiao looked well-behaved, "My mother hasn't come back yet, I'll wait for her to come along." ”

"Eat, eat, why don't you eat to death!" Ma Shi wanted to break the chopsticks, but the noodles in the bowl were really tempting, she stared at her for a long time, and finally picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

Delicious!

She took another big gulp.

It's really delicious, a hundred times better than the noodles made by her daughters-in-law, and even the noodles made by her second son, who is a chef in the city, don't seem to have this smoothness.

Ma's face darkened, he pushed the bowl in front of Ai Qiaoqiao, and ordered in a cold voice: "Add me some more soup." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao couldn't help laughing and added another spoonful of soup to her grandmother's bowl.

Ma Shi had a heart attack, but Old Man Ai said it was delicious, so she had to swallow her anger back into her stomach.

Lan Linyan came back from feeding the pigs, and Ai Qiaoqiao hurriedly went out of the upper room and went to the kitchen to bring out the noodles she had left for her mother.

Lan Shi saw the golden eggs in the bowl and looked out the door uneasily.

"Did you let me eat it?"

Ai Qiaoqiao pursed her lips, "Mother, you can eat it boldly, this is the noodles I made, even my father said that I made them delicious, this is specially reserved for you, if you don't want to go back to the house, eat here?" ”

Lan nodded repeatedly.

She didn't dare to go to the room to eat, and Ma always scolded her.

Ai Qiaoqiao waited for her mother to eat, and Ma shouted in the house for Lan to go to the field to weed.

Lan turned around and went out silently.

Ai Qiaoqiao didn't feel good in her heart.

When her father was there, her mother had never suffered like this.

Not to mention working in the field, even if she usually goes to the kitchen to cook a dish, her father is rushing to work, and he also has a beautiful name, the kitchen is full of fireworks, and the daughter-in-law will not be beautiful if she smokes for a long time.

Everyone in the upper room finished breakfast, and Ma Shi called Ai Qiaoqiao to come in and clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Ai Qiaoqiao walked in obediently, lowered her head and picked up the bowl.

Ai Mingshan sat on the kang and glanced at Zhong.

Zhong moved his butt on the stool for a long time before standing up and helping to serve a bowl.

"Let the second daughter-in-law clean up, and sit on the kang by chance." The old man spoke.

Ai Qiaoqiao's heart couldn't help but move, but she looked at Ma Shi with an embarrassed face.

Ma Shi had a cold face, but she did not refute Old Man Ai's words.

Seeing this, Zhong had to reluctantly come over to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Ai Qiaoqiao sat on the edge of the kang.

Old man Ai asked her to take off her shoes and go to the kang, but she still refused.

"Master, I can also talk to you while sitting here, you are in the position of the head of the family, I don't dare to come over." She half-jokingly.

Although there are more sycophants in this remark, Old Man Ai is extremely useful, and he asked about Ai Qiaoqiao's father.

"Your dad taught you how to cook?" Ai Mingshan still can't seem to believe it's true.

Normally, this craft is not passed on to girls.

"Actually, it's not a teaching, I learned from the side when my dad was cooking, and I learned it naturally after a long time." Ai Qiaoqiao is brittle.

Old Man Ai sighed silently, "It's still your clever girl, you have this talent, otherwise if you change others, you won't be able to learn anything even if you stand there and watch it for more than ten years." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao smiled, for the old man's various compliments, she was just modest, without any pride.

Old man Ai was very satisfied with her performance, and the two chatted about family affairs again, and Ai Qiaoqiao knew that there were more than just these people in Lao Ai's family.

Ai Mingshan's eldest son Ai Tiancheng also has a son, whose real name is Ai Daquan, and the villagers are used to calling him Ai Dalang, who works as a chorre in a restaurant in the city.

Ai Yonggui, the man of the Zhong family in the second room, worked as a cook in the back kitchen of the restaurant, and they bought a small courtyard in the city, and they lived in the city, and they would only come back on certain days of the month.

In addition, Mr. Ai also has a daughter named Ai Qiaohua, she usually lives at home, but a few days ago she went to the city and borrowed to live in the small courtyard of her second brother.

Ai Qiaoqiao frowned secretly.

It is said that there are two people in the family who work in the city, and life should not be like this.

Accompanied by Mr. Ai, Ai Qiaoqiao talked again, and Ai Qiaoqiao proposed to go to the mountain to worship her father.

As a daughter, you can't even know where your father is buried.

Ai Mingshan nodded, and asked Ma Shi to prepare some burning paper and wine.

In Ma's extremely dissatisfied gaze, Ai Qiaoqiao took a bamboo basket, took these things and left the Ai family's compound and went up the mountain.