Back in his house, Jian Heng went to the kitchen and looked at how his parents' meals were doing, originally Jian Heng just wanted to say a few words, who knew that he saw wheat eating in the kitchen.

When the wheat saw Jian Heng coming, he subconsciously swallowed the thing into his stomach quickly, so he was a little anxious to eat, and when he was busy swallowing it in his mouth, he didn't notice that the thing was quite hot, and the hot wheat was panting in the kitchen.

"What are you doing bluffing?"

Seeing that the wheat was scalded like this by the food, Sun Xiuying yelled at her son at the door very dissatisfied, and then stretched out her hand and patted the wheat on the back.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab it".

After speaking, I remembered that the prospective daughter-in-law from home was an American, so I held back a sentence from my mouth for a long time: "OK? ”

Jian Heng said at this time: "What are you okay, you said that I was wronged, as soon as I entered the door, I didn't say a word, I was nagged by you, who did I provoke me!" “

Where would Sun Xiuying be polite to her son, she opened her mouth directly and said: "At this time, you have a reason to enter the kitchen, you see that the wheat is scalded." Kid, it's hot, it's still hot to eat slowly."

The last sentence was not said to Jian Heng, but to wheat.

As soon as Jian Heng heard this, he felt that he had to have prophetic power when he entered the kitchen, and if it was not suitable, he would not come in!

The wheat finally cooled the hot food, swallowed it down his throat, and then kept making an OK gesture at Sun Xiuying.

"How old are you, and you're still hiding in the kitchen to eat," Jian Heng said at the wheat.

As he spoke, Jian Heng's eyes glanced at the kitchen counter, and when he came in, he didn't notice what his mother was doing, but looking at the appearance of wheat, this thing must be quite good, so Jian Heng also wanted to satisfy his hunger, and get something to pad his belly before eating.

Before Jian Heng could see what it was, Ning Ning, the little girl, came out with a bunch of things behind her, the corners of her mouth were oily from the corners of her mouth to the root of her ears, and there were golden broken dough slags hanging from the corners of her mouth on both sides.

"Mom, I want two more!"

"You go along, eat it yourself and eat these things with you, and now you have fried five or six of them, and you have been wrapped up alone, others still don't eat it, your barley sister-in-law hasn't come back yet" Sun Xiuying got angry as soon as she saw her daughter, now this little thing eats five and six, the half-sized bear and the sub-adult lion, whose ordinary stove can feed these two big bellies in one pot.

Ning Ning pursed her lips here, put the stainless steel basin in her hand on tiptoe on the counter, and then took Pooh, instant noodles, Black Tiger and Denver to the outside of the kitchen.

In this way, the little girl was still nagging in her mouth: "If you don't give it, you won't give it, it's still so fierce!" ”

Jian Heng saw that as soon as his mother got out of the way, he finally knew what his mother had made, in Jian Heng's hometown, this thing was called Hu fried fish, so he wrapped a crucian carp or other small fish the size of an adult's palm, wrapped it in a batter with salt and put it in the oil pan to fry, after the noodles were fried to golden brown, the fish bones were crispy, and the fish was naturally fried.

To make fried fish, this fish must be fresh, and it must also need lake fish, preferably wild fish, because the lake fish is fresh, and the dough wrapping outside locks the water on the fish, so the fried fish is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, fresh and crispy.

There is a lake next to it, and with the silver carp, the freshness of this fish is naturally guaranteed, but what makes Jian Heng feel a little strange is that how they catch such a large fish without themselves.

"It's so delicious, I never thought fish could eat like this!" Wheat fingers as he waits for the next fish.

Americans have a soft spot for fried food, and now that the fish is fried in this lake, in their opinion, this is China's improved American fried chicken, what is the key to this? The bones of the fried chicken cannot be chewed, this Chinese-style fried fish with some bones and meat to chew, the taste is very unique, and there is obviously a particularly wonderful layering after the mouth.

"Ate one, still eat?" When Jian Heng saw the fish in the pot, he guessed the size of the fish on the wheat, afraid that she would eat too much and would not be able to eat it for a while.

Wheat didn't even look at Jian Heng, and continued to look at the pot: "I only ate one fish segment just now."

Sun Xiuying picked up a fish here, put it in a colander to control the oil, and then wrapped another fish and put it in the pot.

While working, Sun Xiuying said to Jian Heng: "I ate a little bit of wheat just now, or I ate the leftovers, this stupid girl doesn't like to eat fish heads."

The fish meat of Hu fried fish is very delicious, but for those who can eat it, or rather, they think they will eat it, they must eat the fish head, because there is a fish brain in the fish head, and the brown and salty dough on the outside, with the extremely fresh fish brain, it is the best.

Of course, most people start eating it like wheat, staring at the meat bites.

Jian Heng said to the wheat: "This fish wants to eat the fish head, after biting off half of the fish head, suck the fish brain with his mouth, and then eat it with the hot air and cut off the fish head, that is the most authentic way to eat, just eat the fish body, that level is a bit low."

Just when Jian Heng was teaching wheat how to eat fried fish, Jian Zhenhua walked into the kitchen happily, carrying a basket in his hand.

As soon as he saw his father's appearance, Jian Heng understood how this fried fish at home came about today.

"Look, I got more than a dozen of them, each of them is more than a catty, and it's the most suitable for making fried fish" Jian Zhenhua opened the basket as if he was invited, and put it in front of Sun Xiuying's eyes for his wife to take a look, and the expression on his face was like a child who had done something good and was waiting to be praised.

Sun Xiuying raised her head, stretched out her head to take a look, and then said a little copingly: "Yes, kill the fish!" ”

When Jian Zhenhua heard this, he immediately went to the kitchen faucet to kill fish.

Mai watched Jian Zhenhua keep busy, turned his head to Jian Heng and asked, "Are Chinese families like this?" ”

"How?" Jian Heng was a little clueless when she asked.

Wheat said: "In this way of getting along, men have good cooking skills? ”

"It's about the same, but it seems that men in the south are better at housework, and the north may be similar, anyway, it's a little different" Jian Heng said casually.

"They look so happy!" Mai looked at Jian Zhenhua, who was busy with the work in his hands, and said with a little envy.

"Happiness is the same, and unhappiness has its own unhappiness" Jian Heng said with a smile.

In Jian Heng's opinion, American men also have the characteristics of American men, American men can do everything, and after looking for it, it is almost equivalent to finding a maintenance worker, carpenter and barbecue master.

The so-called happiness is not only one standard, Jian Heng has seen two people who are noisy every day, and they have lived until the end, and he has also seen two people who respect each other and can't live for a few years.

Every couple has their own suitable mode of getting along, as long as everyone adapts to each other, just like two gears that have just appeared, waiting for life to grind off their burrs, and then a little lubricant then go on smoothly in this life.

"You cook almost every day, don't you think we don't know anything?" Wheat asked again.

Jian Heng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he really hadn't thought about this question, so he replied directly: "I really haven't thought about this problem, in my opinion, I made the meal when I have time, it's as simple as that, there is no such thing as saying it."

"We are so lucky! I hope that in the future, we can be like them, dozens of years old, and still have enthusiasm for life and partners," Wheat suddenly said with emotion.

At this moment, Jian Heng felt that something seemed to be wrong with the wheat, so he asked in a low voice, "Why did you suddenly think of talking about this?" ”

Wheat shrugged: "My mom called me in the morning and said she wanted to be separated from my dad for a while!" ”

"What do you say?" Jian Heng subconsciously asked.

"They didn't ask for our opinion, they informed us and told us that they were separated and might want to divorce in the future," Wheat said.

Hiss! When Jian Heng heard this, he remembered that they were all Americans, and they would notify them if they wanted to notify them of marriage and divorce, and they did it themselves if they didn't want to notify them, in their opinion, whether they were married or divorced, it was a matter for the two of them, and it had nothing to do with the children.

Of course, divorce in the United States is also a big battle, especially for a wealthy family like the McAvoy family, if there is no prenuptial agreement, the identification and division of property is very troublesome.

The next words of wheat suddenly made Jian Heng feel a little chill down his spine.

"My mom said she was coming here to see us and stay with us for a while."

Suddenly, Jian Heng was a little petrified, and after coming back to his senses, he cheered himself up: "What are you thinking, this is the United States, and it's not the mother-in-law in China!"

"Then let her come over when it's convenient for her, anyway, there are rooms in the house, it's good to let her come over and relax" Jian Heng smiled at the wheat and said.

Wheat looked at Jian Heng's expression: "You are very reluctant!" ”

"It's not reluctant, but I feel a little uncomfortable when I hear that I want to see your mother, you must know that this is a big deal, if it is placed on the Chinese side, this is almost a key factor in determining whether a good thing can be done" Jian Heng said and let out a sigh of relief, pretending to relieve his nervousness.

Wheat listened and said, "My mother is very nice, very gentle person."

Jian Heng smiled when he heard this, most people feel that their mothers are gentle and kind, but many times this kind of gentleness and kindness is for their own children, and it is not necessarily for other people.