At six o'clock in the afternoon, the eldest brother Zhang Yifeng and the sister-in-law Dong Yuhua came back, and the family chatted around the dining table, preparing to eat, and they were happy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It didn't take long for my mother, who was busy in the kitchen, to come over with a big pot of fish, and the family arrived for dinner.

Jiang Qingyan held the chopsticks, look at this, look at that, it seems that they are all delicious, and she doesn't know which one to choose, at this time she caught a glimpse of the white porcelain bowl placed in front of Zhang Yifeng, which was full of purple rice porridge, pouted, and said to her mother a little coquettishly: "Auntie, you are eccentric, why does Zhang Yifeng have purple rice porridge, I don't?" ”

"Haha."

Hearing Jiang Qingyan's words, the eldest brother Zhang Yifeng and father Zhang Youquan immediately laughed, and the mother couldn't cry or laugh, only Dong Yuhua and Jiang Qingyan, who had just entered the door not long ago, were puzzled.

"Qingyan, don't you know, Xiaofeng liked to drink the purple rice porridge cooked by his mother the most when he was a child, whether it was school or vacation, or something, anyway, as long as he was at home, his mother would cook a bowl for him, which was regarded as a small stove." The eldest brother Zhang Yichun explained with a smile.

"Oh."

Jiang Qingyan nodded suddenly, her eyes rolling.

"Zhang Yifeng."

"What?" Every time Jiang Qingyan called him like this, it would be no good thing, Zhang Yifeng glanced at her obliquely, and subconsciously protected the rice porridge in front of him, but Jiang Qingyan had already planned it and was faster than him, and before he could take precautions, the bowl with the rice porridge on the table was in Jiang Qingyan's hands.

"Giggles, it's mine now."

Jiang Qingyan smiled proudly.

"Take it, it's mine, it's not good to drink, what are you robbing."

"It's not good, you still drink it?"

Zhang Yifeng was stunned and silent.

"Xiao Feng, there is still in the pot, what are you competing with Qingyan, just go and serve a bowl yourself." Mother Lan Xiangling smiled and pulled the shelf.

"Mom, I'm your son."

Zhang Yifeng's face was full of helplessness.

"Qingyan is also my daughter."

Mother almost choked Zhang Yifeng to death with a word, it turns out that in the eyes of your old man, your son is not as good as her daughter.

"Come on, can't I hide if I can't afford to provoke?" Zhang Yifeng stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Jiang Qingyan looked at Zhang Yifeng's back with a smile on her face, and said proudly: "Auntie, the porridge you made is really delicious." ”

"If Qingyan likes it, Aunt will make it for you next time."

"Thank you, auntie." Jiang Qingyan said sweetly.

Zhang Yifeng gritted his teeth with hatred, this woman was definitely deliberate, it seems that there will be one more woman in the family who will rob him of food in the future.

It didn't take long for Zhang Yifeng to go and return, everyone had already pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and ate a lot, what a group of nasty people, eating didn't wait for him, and immediately he also joined the army of foodies, Jiang Qingyan suddenly sandwiched a piece of fish, put it in Zhang Yifeng's bowl, and said with a smile: "The fish made by my aunt is very delicious, you can taste it." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng rolled his eyes, she is my mother, is the fish she makes delicious, will I, who is a son, know? Pick up the fish with chopsticks, stuff it in your mouth, and savor it.

Jiang Qingyan is right, my mother is very good at making fish, her best is sauerkraut fish, clear soup fish and spicy fish, tonight I eat sauerkraut fish, sauerkraut is pickled by my mother herself, the taste is authentic and unique, especially when it is added when cooking rain, the taste is a sour and refreshing. Secondly, the clear soup fish and spicy fish taste very good, my mother is very talented in cooking, and she blindly figured out the condiments, and Zhang Yifeng, who eats them every time, is full of praise.

"Auntie's craftsmanship has nothing to say, I don't think the chefs of several major hotels in Spring City can make such delicious fish as Auntie." Jiang Qingyan praised.

Sister-in-law Dong Yuhua also nodded in agreement, "It's a pity that Mom's craft doesn't go to open a restaurant." ”

"You guys will say good things, how can it be so delicious." Mother Lan Xiangling smiled suspiciously.

"Mom, the fish you make is really delicious, but it's not us who say good things to please you."

Zhang Yifeng also joined the army of praise, and now the skeptical mother believed that the fish she made was delicious, but she had eaten the fish for decades, and she had long been accustomed to the taste and did not think it was delicious.

"I think my mother can open a restaurant, and the business will definitely be booming......," the eldest brother Zhang Yichun said with a smile, but before he finished speaking, he saw his father Zhang Youquan slapping his chopsticks on the table, his face full of unhappiness.

"What kind of restaurant to open, the fish pond at home has just been dug out, and the fish fry have just been put in, and I can't be busy, how can I have the time to open a restaurant, her little crop style, it's good to cook some home-cooked food, open a restaurant, hum, don't go out and be embarrassed."

As soon as Dad got angry, Zhang Yifeng and Zhang Yifeng hurriedly lowered their heads to pick up the rice, no one wanted to touch the old man's brows, Jiang Qingyan was an outsider after all, it was not easy to interject, Dong Yuhua had just entered the door, and basically had no right to speak.

Everyone was silent, but my mother, who had always swallowed her anger, blew up, also slapped the chopsticks on the table, and said to my father: "Zhang Youquan, I can't listen to you, you think my cooking is unpalatable, then don't eat it, people who have eaten for decades are not qualified to say that me, you don't let me open a restaurant, hey, I will open this restaurant, I don't believe it, I can't make a name for myself." ”

"You can rest as soon as possible, honestly raise fish with me, open a restaurant, and don't waste money." Father Zhang Youquan sneered.

"Zhang Youquan, are you trying to find fault?"

"I'll tell you the truth, if you want to open a restaurant, you have to have a cost, I don't give you money, what do you use to open a hotel."

"Mom, how much money do you want, I'll give it to you." Zhang Yifeng wiped his mouth and interjected.

When the eldest brother Zhang Yichun heard Zhang Yifeng's words, his scalp was numb, and he quickly lowered his head and became an ostrich, just when he thought the old man was going to blow up, he saw the old man with a gloomy face, and did not scold Zhang Yifeng, neither explicitly opposed nor agreed, it was very weird, and it was completely inconsistent with the old man's character.

"Look at what you see, eat your meal." The old man glared at the eldest brother and shouted.

"If you want to open a restaurant, open it, I won't stop you, but you don't know a single word, opening a restaurant is a joke." Father Zhang Youquan was silent for a moment, and then said suddenly.

Mother Lan Xiangling said that it was originally angry, and now the old man agrees with her to open a restaurant, but it makes her mother a little at a loss, as my father said, my mother is an authentic rural person, I don't have much knowledge, I don't know a few words, I never thought that I would become a boss lady one day, this huge change, made her uneasy.

"Mom, you don't have to worry, it's just a matter of opening a restaurant, it's very simple, it's a big deal to let your sister-in-law help you."

The matter of his mother opening a restaurant was originally just a casual remark by the eldest brother, but Zhang Yifeng had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and felt that the catering industry could also be intervened, he had his back to the wasteland world, and there was a five-star chef Wang Dazhu by his side, with his help, the hotel in the real world would definitely be prosperous.

Zhang Yifeng will not let go of any business that makes money.