Su Siwei stretched his neck and began to wait since his son started to stew chicken soup.

I don't know what Su Qingfeng did it, this fragrance is very scratchy.

It takes a long time to make the chicken stewed and flavorful.

Taking advantage of this time, the uncle and eldest brother of the big house were not idle, helping to chop wood and carry water in the yard.

In normal times, the Su family was afraid that they would have fallen asleep a long time ago.

But today, everyone was stunned because of a pot of chicken stewed mushrooms, and the fragrance turned over and over again and couldn't sleep.

Finally, when the stew was cooked, it was almost midnight.

But a few small ones, but their eyes are shining, obviously because it is rare to stay up late with adults, and they are very excited.

As soon as the chicken soup was eaten, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

The chicken is tender and deboned, and the hazel mushrooms further promote the fresh flavor of the chicken, and a mouthful of mushrooms is a mouthful of soup, even without chicken, it can make people have an endless aftertaste.

Su Siwei was already eating fast, but when he encountered this bowl of chicken soup, his eating speed slowed down several times.

It's so delicious!

In the eyes of the villagers, he is a second-rate son, and he often goes to the town to hang out, and he has also eaten the dishes of the state-run restaurant.

The son's skills are more than enough to compare with the chef of the hotel.

The crowd here is eating lively, and the atmosphere is just right.

But inside the two-bedroom room, it's like an ice cellar.

An atmosphere of silence spread.

Feng Sufen was lying on the kang in the second room, holding her slightly convex little belly, thinking about what happened tonight.

After a lot of anticipation, I finally looked forward to a son.

But she was suddenly a little unhappy.

She remembered the attitude of everyone at the dinner table towards her.

remembered the words before going to bed, Zhao Di was crisp.

She said...... Mother, if you don't want us, can we live with my sister?

When did things start to change?

Feng Sufen tossed and turned, almost sleepless all night.

……

Early morning.

It's another day of waking up early to work.

Su Qingfeng took the baked cake and walked on the country road.

The damp chill in the air made him shiver all over.

Even because of being in the system space, after practicing firewood tofu for a night, the sleepiness brought by it has been reduced a lot.

He looked at the text on the panel.

【Firewood Tofu】【1 Star】

According to this progress, the collection of food illustrated books is just around the corner...... It's weird.

Su Qingfeng can almost see the life of studying cooking hard day and night in the future.

All I can say is...... It's painful and happy.

Thinking about it, he took another bite of the pancake.

Not to mention, the bread he spread out does not cost oil, and there is a layer of slightly salty plum vegetables in the middle, which tastes even better than white gnocchi.

By the time he reached the state-run hotel, he had already finished eating the bread in his hand.

And Chen Meilan, who was bored, standing in front of the small window and fiddling with her nails, her eyes lit up the moment she saw Su Qingfeng.

"Ouch, Master Xiao Su is back? How is the provincial capital? Isn't it a lot of people? It's not a coincidence that you'll come back, but if you come back later, you might be able to meet the people. ”

Zhang Limin is naturally Chen Meilan's uncle, who drives a long-distance truck driver.

Su Qingfeng's impression of him is still stuck in the last time he had a conflict with his daughter-in-law on the street.

As they spoke, the two couldn't help but chat about some gossip in the hotel.

What Manager Cao went back with a basket of sweet potatoes yesterday morning, and he was not afraid of eating too much and farting.

Or maybe He Qianqian hasn't come to the state-run hotel for a long time because of the deputy director's affairs, and even with a few younger brothers around him, there is no place to make a tooth sacrifice during this time.

It's still early before the state-run hotel opens, but Li Gen, who is an old fritter in the workplace, arrived in the back kitchen early.

Even Lin Mingliang yawned while washing vegetables and chopping them.

He glanced at Li Gen.

Seeing Li Gen's perennial unsmiling face, when he saw Su Qingfeng, he actually fluctuated slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

He rubbed his eyes, so frightened that he didn't even feel sleepy.

This is really rarer than the iron tree blooming.

Over the years, Lin Mingming, as a vegetable cutter, has seen Li Gen laugh very rarely, but he has been scolded more times than he can count.

I saw Li Gen with a slight smile, "I'm back, I've passed the eighth-level assessment." ”

When he said this, his tone was quite affirmative.

As if it had been confirmed, Su Qingfeng would definitely be able to pass the eighth-level assessment.

And in fact, Su Qingfeng did not disappoint him.

He took out the eighth-level certificate he had brought and handed it to Li Gen.

The smile on the corner of Li Gen's mouth continued to expand, especially after seeing the signature of "Fang Jidong", he was even more surprised.

"You're lucky, you can still meet Master Fang, he is a master with a head and a face in the provincial city, I heard that in the past, the big man wanted to eat his food, and he had to ask someone to invite him."

Li Gen looked at this name, as if he was envious and admired.

But he quickly cleaned up and washed his hands.

"Before I officially go to work, you can accompany me to the hospital."

As he spoke, he was still carrying a double-layer thermal insulation box in his hand, and when he touched the outer wall, he could even feel the residual temperature.

Su Qingfeng was stunned, "Who will do that job?" ”

I haven't started cooking yet, but I still have to get ready.

Li Gen naturally set his eyes on Lin Mingming.

His meaning is self-evident.

Lin Mingming: "......"

……

After leaving Lin Mingming, Su Qingfeng and the others walked all the way to the corridor of the hospital.

The slightly yellowed walls here, as well as the pungent smell of disinfectant water, directly reminded Su Qingfeng of the scene at the beginning of the crossing.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

To be honest, if it weren't for the stepping stone of some progress, he might not be able to live so nourishing now.

Just as he was thinking about it, the name "He Qianqian" seemed to come to his ears.

Is it a delusion?

As soon as this thought flashed through his head, Li Gen, who was leading the way in front of him, stopped in front of a ward.

Even through the door, you can still hear the angry scolding in the room.

"His grandmother's He Qianqian. I can't control my wife, and I'm still not a man. Lao Tzu was really sick in the brain at that time, so he stepped forward to stop him. Deserve! It's time to see his bloodshot face scratched by his wife! Bad seeds! ”

Listen to this voice, and it is still alive.

Li Gen simply stopped knocking on the door and opened the door directly.

Squeak.

The person lying on the hospital bed was like a cannonball, and it exploded again, "who the fuck entered the ...... without saying hello"

Before he finished speaking, Li Gen laughed, "Zhou Cannon, I can hear you scolding my mother through the door." Early in the morning, the fire is so strong? I think you're all right, you can go back to the steel mill and continue to be a master. ”

When Zhou Dacang in Li Gen's mouth heard this, he sneered, "Go back to a fart!" Don't you see the big wound on my head? Living in the hospital, eating and drinking for nothing, and not having to go to work, I will have to pay more money to the grandson of He Qianqian. I was crazy and moved out in a hurry. ”

Su Qingfeng pricked up his ears.

If he guessed correctly, this Zhou Cannon is the innocent passer-by who was affected by He Qian's concubine incident.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

He can pull the relationship.