241 The dishes fried by the son's own hands

When he woke up, it was because he smelled fragrant food in his dream. Hearing his stomach growl, he realized that he was not dreaming, but a tempting scent coming in through the unclosed doors and windows.

Qi Wenzao followed the taste to the kitchen and saw a strange old lady standing in front of the stove with a spatula in her hand, stir-frying the dishes in the iron pot with a spatula.

The twins I saw in the morning were on the edge of the stove, staring at the dishes in the pot and salivating, urging the old woman to finish the cooking and serve it quickly.

Qi Wenzao couldn't help but swallow his saliva, I don't know if the movement of his swallowing saliva was too big, the old woman turned her head when she heard this, and she was not surprised to see him, but asked with a smile: "You are Chang'an's father?" It stands to reason that the girl should call me the third uncle, but the girl is close to me, so she keeps calling me the third grandmother. That kid in Chang'an sometimes calls along, don't mind if you hear it. ”

Everyone had greeted him first, so why was Qi Wenzao embarrassed to show his mind? What he cares more about now is that the food in this pot smells so fragrant, and it looks very delicious, but he doesn't know what it tastes like in his mouth!

Although the two little guys are very greedy, they are just two little children who have never eaten real deliciousness, how can their performance be used as their own basis?

"Father, are you finally awake?"

Qi Wenzao was thinking about it, Qi Changan's voice sounded behind him, and he turned around to see his son standing behind him, with a few crystal droplets of water hanging from his sideburns on his face.

Slender and white, the hands that usually don't do a little work at home are holding a handful of unknown wild vegetables. This wild vegetable was obviously cleaned and washed by Qi Changan, and it was constantly dripping water, and the water droplets flowed down Qi Changan's clothes, wetting the expensive cowhide boots he was wearing on his feet.

"Chang'an, your boots ......" Qi Wenzao just opened his mouth, but he felt that his words were very inappropriate.

Qi Changan's boots were not just wet with water? The boots were covered in dust, and the soles of the boots were still stained with wet dirt from nowhere.

If Su Yu is here, he will definitely educate Qi Changan well and order him not to do it again next time!

For some reason, a strange thought popped up in Qi Wenzao's head, which was something he never usually cared about, but this moment seemed so abrupt.

When Qi Changan heard this, he forgot to put the handful of wild vegetables in his hand into the basin beside him.

The atmosphere between father and son was a little awkward, but the others present were not aware of it at all.

But when Aunt Shen heard this, she said lightly: "Chang'an went to change the boots on your feet, and you didn't get anywhere to step on and dirty the kitchen floor." After putting it down, it will be put in the yard, and the third grandmother will have time to clean it for you today! ”

Qi Changan hurriedly came back to his senses and said to Qi Wenzao: "My father came to see me today, and I specially went to the medicine field to pick wild vegetables. A few days ago, I followed my third grandmother to ask for cooking skills, and today I asked my father to try my skills. ”

Qi Changan didn't speak, and looked at Qi Changan with a complicated expression. If you come according to the rules of Beijing, Qi Chang'an, a noble son, cooks for him to stir-fry, it is called not doing business. But there was a voice in my heart that told me that my son was honoring him!

Qi Wenzao, who had been hanging all morning, finally felt a warmth rise in his heart.

So, he sat in the kitchen with one eye open and one eye closed, watching Qi Changan take the spatula from Aunt Shen's hand, and stir-frying the wild vegetables in the pot with a somewhat rusty movement.

Aunt Shen stood aside to instruct, reminding him when to put salt, whether there was more oil or less, and wild vegetables would be old if they were fried again.

Soon a burst of fragrance came to my nose!

Qi Changan fried the weeds and carried them in front of Qi Wenzao with both hands.

Qi Wenzao didn't have any expression on the surface, but in fact, he was very moved in his heart! The dishes that his son specially fried for him seem to be better than others! Not only is the color much brighter, but the fragrance is also more delicious!

If it weren't for the fact that the people in the medical hall hadn't arrived yet, he might have eaten it directly!

Qi Wenzao looked at the plates of dishes full of color and aroma, and kept serving them on the table, looking forward to the time to eat quickly.

As he wished, Aunt Shen shouted to the front yard. First, a young man in his teens hurriedly went into the kitchen. Immediately afterwards, Shen Wangxin, Jiang Xian, Doctor Ma, and the middle-aged woman named Cuihua pulled her husband to the table together.

Qi Wenzao, as Qi Changan's father, politely greeted them, and then he couldn't talk anymore. Because the people at the same table with him are all immersed in eating the dishes on the table!

Qi Wenzao even felt that if he ate slowly, the food on the table might be wiped out by this group of hungry wolves!

But even he himself couldn't take care of Sven, he used the fastest eating speed in his life, added three bowls of rice in a row, and emptied the dish of wild vegetables that Qi Changan fried for him, what more could he say?

Just kidding, this is the first time my son has cooked for himself! How can the stir-fried vegetables be touched by others?

Except, of course, for their own daughters!

After all, it is a family, although he has not been raised by his side since he was a child, Qi Wenzao believes that blood is thicker than water, and when Shen Wangxin knows the truth, he will definitely accept his father!

But the truth is that Shen Wangxin only felt that there was a strange middle-aged uncle in the medical hall today. Although he is Qi Changan's father, this cannot offset the bad impression he left on himself.

So Shen Wangxin from beginning to end, except when he entered the kitchen, he didn't pay attention to Qi Wenzao. Other times, her eyes either stayed on Jiang Xian, or looked at Aunt Shen, who came back once, and even she spent more time talking to Chen Xian's family than with Qi Wenzao.

In this regard, Qi Wenzao was full of complaints, but there was nowhere to send it.

Glancing at Qi Changan beside him, with a smile on his face, he wondered whether to reveal the truth to him in advance. But if you think about it carefully, the relationship between Qi Changan and Qi Changle is not good, if he learns that Qi Changle is not his biological sister. So with his character, he and Qi Changle have become strangers since then.