Ye Shu pointed to the stir-fried cauliflower in front of him and said, "Don't eat this either, it seems like there's no salt in it."
Ye Ming looked at the chili fried pork in front of him. This dish tasted normal, but it was his favorite dish.
He went to taste the fish in the middle again, his face froze, and he couldn't swallow it: "The gall is broken."
As the eldest elder, Hua Qiang was the first to use chopsticks. The dish he tasted was not very good. Not to mention it was delicious, but he could barely eat it. However, he was worried about the Ye family's face, and his expression was expressionless.
Change.
Zhang Guilan also tasted the latest dish, which was particularly sweet. She thought that this was how it tasted in Beijing, so she didn't dare to say anything.
Hua Zhao dropped her chopsticks a little slower just now because she was talking to Ye Shu. Looking at everyone's expressions now, did she escape?
Miao Lanzhi had already tasted every dish quickly, and her face turned dark uncontrollably!
She stared at Wen Jing, was she trying to harm her? Those who didn't know better thought she was deliberately embarrassing Hua Zhao's family!
"Xiao Jing, do you have a cold? Can't you taste it?" Miao Lanzhi asked with concern instead of getting angry.
Wen Jing no longer dared to look at her, she lowered her head with her face flushed, and hummed: "The weather has changed in the past two days, and I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Look, you didn't tell me if you were sick. If I told you, I would definitely not let you cook. It's full of oil and smoke, and you're so tired." Miao Lanzhi said to Ye Ming: "Go to the restaurant to pack a table of dishes.
Come back and pick something delicious, it must include fish, Hua Zhao likes to eat fish."
"No, I'll go to the kitchen and make something myself. It'll be ready soon." Hua Zhao said with a smile: "I still like my craft, and most chefs can't keep up with me." After that, she walked towards the kitchen.
Miao Lanzhi quickly stood up and stopped her: "You've been on the train for a day and a night, you're exhausted! Get some rest and let your brother go buy groceries."
"I'm not tired," Hua Zhao said. She was really not tired. Occasionally when she was tired, she would take a sip of green water and immediately feel full of energy.
"If you're not tired, my grandson is still tired. Sit down." Miao Lanzhi said and glanced at Ye Ming.
Ye Ming had already stood up and left without looking at Wen Jing.
Wen Jing didn't catch a cold, but he still knew.
Does she... dislike Hua Zhao? Why?
"Everyone eats fruits first. The restaurant is close and he will be back soon." Miao Lanzhi went to the kitchen to wash a basket of fruits and brought it out.
There are no fruits anymore, only apples and oranges, which ordinary rural people cannot see.
As half of the rural people from the small town of Shangougou, the four children had never seen oranges, nor apples so big and red. They had only eaten green apples.
Hua Zhao took the orange and said happily: "I just like eating oranges. I didn't expect that I could eat them when I first came here. Thank you, Mom." She took one, peeled it open, divided it into two halves, gave half to Hua Qiang, and half to Hua Qiang.
Zhang Guilan.
I peeled off another one and gave it to the four little ones.
The children had seen how Hua Qiang ate, and they were no longer timid. They happily took the oranges and even thanked Miao Lanzhi.
Miao Lanzhi looked very happy: "The work gave me a basket a few days ago. I just don't like eating it. If you like it, I'll give it to you."
Wen Jing sat aside with her head lowered, motionless. Her mother-in-law actually liked oranges very much. The portion she received every year was not enough for her to eat, so she had to buy them from the market.
However, what she bought in the market was not as good as what she shared, and what she shared, no matter how much she liked it, she would give half a basket to her and Ye Ming.