Qiao Yingzi really likes science fiction knowledge such as astronomy and geography.
Su Mingzhe just heard people say it dozens of times when he was traveling through time, and he was already bored.
However, Qiao Yingzi could take the trouble to explain it to others over and over again, and her emotions were particularly full every time she explained it.
When Su Mingzhe followed Qiao Yingzi to participate in the election, he noticed this and suddenly felt a little distressed:
"Maybe I should help Qiao Yingzi fulfill her dream!"
At noon.
After finishing the campaign, Qiao Yingzi wanted to go to lunch with Su Mingzhe and talk about the remarriage of her parents. However, she received a call from Song Qian and asked her to go home for dinner. Then she reluctantly said to Su Mingzhe:
"My mother asked me to go home for dinner..."
Su Mingzhe raised his eyebrows:
"How about you take me with you?"
"Hmm... That's fine, but for what reason?"
Qiao Yingzi often brought her classmates home, such as Huang Zhitao, Wang Yidi, Fang Yifan, etc. She didn't think about what Song Qian would say if she took Su Mingzhe back.
Just for what reason?
“Let’s rent a house!”
Su Mingzhe gave a reason:
"My family lives in the North Third Ring Road, which is a bit far from the school. I know that your family has a vacant house, so I want to rent your house!"
"That's a good reason! But do you really want to rent a house? The rent is not cheap..."
Qiao Yingzi was a little hesitant, but she knew that her house was a dormitory for high school students, and the annual rent was about one or two hundred thousand.
"Of course it's true!"
Su Mingzhe just went to Panjiayuan yesterday and earned 300,000 yuan. Isn't it easy to rent a house?
Seeing Qiao Yingzi's disbelieving expression, Su Mingzhe immediately said seriously:
"Yingzi, actually, I have long wanted to move to Shuxiang Yayuan."
Qiao Yingzi's face turned slightly red and she asked shyly:
"Why?"
Su Mingzhe said with a smile:
"It's very simple. I want to move here as soon as possible and establish a good relationship with your mother in advance, so as not to have a long time of trouble like in the previous life before your mother accepted me as her son-in-law!"
When Qiao Yingzi heard what the man said, a layer of red clouds flew up on her fair face, and she said nothing more.
Soon, Su Mingzhe rode an electric motorcycle and drove Qiao Yingzi back to Shuxiang Yayuan.
When Song Qian saw her daughter bringing back a strange classmate, she greeted her politely and asked:
"Eiko, is this your classmate?"
"Mom, this is my classmate Su Mingzhe. He has very good academic performance. He wants to rent a house in Shuxiangyayuan. I think, don't we still have a vacant house in our house? Who can we rent it to? Let's rent it to my classmate. Is it okay?
Can you help me make up some extra lessons!"
At this time, Qiao Yingzi was already possessed by the 'Sage of Love', and in just a few words, her affection for Su Mingzhe was clearly revealed.
"Hello, aunt!"
At this time, Su Mingzhe pretended to be a pretty boy, with a "shy" smile on his face, and said with a simple smile:
"Auntie, I have different strengths and weaknesses from Yingzi in several subjects. After moving here, I hope we can make progress together!"
Song Qian felt strange after hearing what her daughter and Su Mingzhe said.
But for a moment, she didn't think about anything else, she just asked habitually and reservedly:
"Auntie's house does have a vacant house. You, Yingzi, didn't tell your mother in advance when your classmates came!"
Song Qian has been a teacher for nearly 20 years, and she is very confident about her students' psychology. She smiled and invited Su Mingzhe to come into the room to sit down, poured water, and asked about Su Mingzhe's situation:
For example, what do your parents do? How many people are there in the family? Where do you live? Why are you renting a house by yourself?
Facing Song Qian's questions, Su Mingzhe answered them one by one.
After a while, during the questions and answers, Su Mingzhe talked about his family situation.
When Song Qian found out that Su Mingzhe was alone in China and that his only relative, his mother, was far away in Beautiful Country, she immediately apologized.
"It's okay, auntie. I have been a left-behind child since I was a child. I didn't have my parents with me. It was my grandparents who brought me up!"
Before Song Qian could ask more questions, Su Mingzhe packaged up the history of the Su family:
[Su Mingzhe’s great ancestor had superb cooking skills. During the Tongzhi period, he was recruited by the imperial kitchen to be the imperial chef.
When Gaozu passed away, it was the time of the Reform Movement of 1898. He accepted Gaozu's instructions and returned to his hometown.
However, during the Republic of China, wars and plagues continued to occur in Su's hometown, and his great-grandfather's wife, children, and children were all gone.
In the 20th year of the Republic of China, my great-grandfather, who was in his fifties, ran back to Yanjing to join his distant relatives and reestablished a new family.
When Su Mingzhe's grandfather was born, the Japanese invaded the Central Plains.
Su Mingzhe's father didn't go to school much, and he didn't learn the ancestral cooking skills well. In the early 1990s, he went abroad to work as a cook.
After Su Mingzhe was born, he was raised by his grandparents and learned the cooking skills passed down from his ancestors at an early age.
According to his late grandfather, Su Mingzhe was extremely talented and had already excelled in his skills. He was no weaker than the top chefs at state banquets.】
Song Qian didn't believe Su Mingzhe's fabricated family background to some extent.
However, as an adult, Song Qian would not directly expose other people's "cowhide". She could only laugh and compliment her casually:
"Classmate Xiao Su, I didn't expect that your family is a family of royal chefs. If I have a chance, I would like to see your skills."
"Auntie, it's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Today comes unexpectedly and I didn't bring any gifts. Why don't you just let me cook this lunch?"
Su Mingzhe praised himself a lot, just waiting for Song Qian's "courtesy".
Song Qian still wanted to refuse, but Su Mingzhe said again:
"Aunt Song, I have had two ideals since I was a child. One is to inherit the 'imperial cooking skills' passed down from my ancestors, and the other is to inherit our country's traditional Chinese medicine and help the world by hanging the pot. My ability in traditional Chinese medicine is still in the stage of self-exploration, and it is not easy to show it to me.
However, my cooking skills have long been recognized by my grandfather."
"Xiao Su, you come to my house and you are a guest. How can I let you cook?"
Song Qian was really embarrassed to let Su Mingzhe, a guest from home for the first time, go to the kitchen to cook for herself.
Su Mingzhe showed a stubborn look. Without waiting for Song Qian's consent, he picked up the apron at the door of the kitchen and put it on himself, and then began to check the ingredients in the kitchen.
By this time, Song Qian could no longer stop her from speaking out, so she could only look at Qiao Yingzi and ask her to speak.
She didn't expect that Qiao Yingzi was also very interested in Su Mingzhe's cooking skills.
After all, this is her future husband, and she also wants to know whether she will be happy in the rest of her life.
Seeing her daughter's curious and excited look, Song Qian knew she couldn't count on her, so she could only go into the kitchen and help Su Mingzhe handle the ingredients.
When Song Qian entered the kitchen, she saw Su Mingzhe waving the knife so fast that it left an afterimage, and quickly processed the ingredients into evenly thin and even lengths.
At this time, Song Qian took a deep breath and guessed that she might have underestimated this classmate Xiao Su.
Su Mingzhe worked as if there was no one around, and did not assign tasks to Song Qian. He did it by himself and finished the ingredients in three to five minutes.
Then the two stoves were turned on together, and Su Mingzhe stir-fried skillfully.
Not long after, plates of delicious home-cooked dishes came out of the oven.
Su Mingzhe then smiled naively:
"Auntie, Yingzi, come and try my craftsmanship..."
This chapter has been completed!