"It won't be ordered outside!"

Seeing the side dishes in the kitchen, she said in surprise, and I looked at the disbelief in her eyes, and I felt a sense of pride in my heart.

"How is it possible, this is really your daughter's own hand, how about it? You alright? ”

I brought a plate of shredded pork with green peppers in front of her, fanned the aroma of the dish with my hand, and then asked her confidently.

"Really? Then my daughter is so capable, how do you know the taste, but you still have to taste the taste! ”

She looked at me like this and deliberately hit me.

"Shall we taste it, then?"

I grabbed a lump of shredded meat with my chopsticks, blew it, and then fed it to her mouth with my hands to prevent the oil from dripping. She smiled and ate the small lump of meat, she tasted it carefully, and then stared at the ceiling with a foolish smile, not saying whether it was delicious or not. I was also anxious when I saw her like this, is it not delicious? The craft in the dream is unreliable when it comes to reality?

"Mom, don't you stop talking? What the hell is going on? ”

I tugged at her sleeve to get her attention, and then looked at her expectantly.

"It's delicious, how can it not be delicious, my daughter made it for me, no matter what, it's delicious!"

She saw that I was in a hurry, and she didn't continue to tease me, and praised me again and again, but I don't know why, but hearing her say this, I felt comforted by it. I quickly grabbed a piece and tasted it again, the taste was still okay, it seems that my mother still didn't perfunctory me. I nodded, then looked at my mom, who smiled at me with relief.

"Okay, let's hurry up and serve the food, eat, have lunch, and you have to go to the store in the afternoon!"

"Good good ......"

She replied with a few good faces, and then happily went to the restaurant with the shredded green pepper meat in my hand and the cold salad on the cupboard. I stayed in the kitchen, spooned the potato brisket from the casserole, and served it out.

"Oh, be careful, I'll come, I'll come."

As soon as I entered the restaurant, she screamed at the sight of the soup in my hand, as if I had a bomb in my hand. She took the soup bowl from my hand and carefully placed it on the table. Seeing her like that, I could only shrug my shoulders and let her come.

I went back to the kitchen, made two bowls of rice, then took the chopsticks, and when I returned to the dining room, she had already put the soup away and was about to go back to the kitchen to help. When she saw that I had come out, she didn't come in again.

"Mom, eat."

I put the rice bowl in front of her, handed the chopsticks to her, and said with a smile.

"Okay, eat!"

She looked at the food on the table, her eyes were slightly red, and her speech was a little choked.

"Mom, okay, what are you sad about? I'm here to celebrate our new life, and your crying is not good at the beginning. ”

She quickly wiped her tears from my words, put on a smile, and then said:

"Mom is not sad, Mom is happy, Mom is really happy to have a daughter like you. Mom doesn't cry, mom won't cry in the future! ”

"That's right, we all have to live happily ever after, and no one can make us sad anymore."

Yes, I only hope that she can smile in the future, the previous suffering will be over, I can't change, let's create a better life in the future.

"Good, good, eat, eat!"

She smiled in response, then pointed to the dish on the table with her chopsticks for me to eat.

She took a lump of brisket, put it in her mouth, chewed it a few times, and finally swallowed it. From the moment she moved her chopsticks in the direction of the bowl of dishes, my eyes followed her chopsticks moving, and then quietly observed her movements, which was my best dish, although it was in a dream, I was still full of anticipation for it. It wasn't until I saw the look of disbelief on my mother's face that I was sure that my dish was a success. In fact, it is not difficult to say that this dish is not difficult, and it is not easy to say that it is simple, the key is to master the heat well, and the stewed beef brisket must taste good, so that it can be regarded as a success.

"Xiaomeng, when did you learn this dish, oh no, when did you learn this? I remember I never taught you how to cook. ”

She looked at me suspiciously as if she remembered something. I forgot about this, in her eyes, I was a high school student, I had never cooked, and I had never learned how to stir-fry, and it seemed a little unreasonable to suddenly make such a table of dishes.

"Hmm.... When I was fine, I looked at the cooking book, and it talked about how to do it, and I did it the way it was done! ”

I thought about it for a while, but I really couldn't think of any good explanation, so I made up a reason.

"Really? Are you so talented? ”

She was still a little skeptical.

"Oops, maybe it's good luck today, so it's okay to eat, don't ask, eat it, if you don't eat it, it's going to be cold."

She was still skeptical, but I said so, and she didn't ask any more, and buried herself in dinner. I didn't think she asked anymore, and I didn't dare to look at her anymore, so I began to supplement all kinds of nutrients needed by the human body.

After eating, she resolutely refused to let me finish washing, and I was happy, so I half lay on the sofa and watched TV.

"Done cleaning up?"

After a while, she came out of the kitchen and sat down next to me. I looked at her and asked with a smile.

"Hmm"

She replied as she took a sip of tea on the coffee table, her eyes fixed on the TV program. I saw that she was serious, so I didn't continue to bother her.

"I'll go in and take a nap, decide whether you want to play or sleep."

"Okay."

She stood up when it was time for the commercial, and after telling me, she went into her room to rest. I saw her go in, and I also turned off the TV for fear of affecting her rest. Due to boredom, I also went into the room, and although I didn't plan to take a nap, I could read a book for a while! Compared to boring TV shows, reading books is still fun.

"Woo ......"

I didn't read it for half an hour when the phone in my pocket began to vibrate, and I took it out and saw that it was a text message. I pressed the unlock button, and when I saw the name, I couldn't help but laugh. I pressed the read button, and the contents were displayed in front of my eyes:

"Come with me to a place tomorrow morning!"

It's not a question, and there's no euphemism like "please", it's just a declarative sentence, as if I would definitely say yes. I rolled my eyes, and the ghost went with him. But having said that, in the end, the text message back to him was only one word, hey, I'm such a masochist, and I was led by the nose by him. But sometimes I wonder how he can find out my temperament so accurately and know what I have in mind. It seems that I will have to ask him when I will have to.