Originally, she wanted to criticize the dumplings, but as soon as the dumplings entered her mouth, the perfect texture and the heart-wrenching aroma made her hold back all her words.
This tastes...so good!
In the past, when people were poor, the best thing they could eat was a meal of meat dumplings made during the Chinese New Year.
Although the economic conditions improved later, I still couldn't change my habit of eating dumplings.
Growing up, Shao Hailan had eaten countless dumplings, including ones made by himself, made by friends, and bought from restaurants outside.
But no one can make dumplings that can compare with today's.
Jiang Zhihao's dumplings contain a secret recipe that he once spent a lot of money on. This secret recipe is enough to support a dumpling shop with an annual income of over 10 million.
No matter how much Shao Hailan wants to find fault, she must admit that this is the best dumpling she has ever eaten.
And after eating one, she wanted to eat the second one, but she was embarrassed.
Lingling was still sensible and took another one for her. She still bit it into a small mouth and blew a few breaths before handing it to her mouth: "It's not hot anymore."
"My granddaughter is still sensible." Shao Hailan ate his second dumpling by praising his granddaughter.
If there is one, there are two; if there are two, there are three.
By the time Jiang Zhihao came out with the second pot of leeks and eggs, the previous pot had already been eaten upside down by the whole family.
Lingling said to Jiang Zhihao with a face full of joy: "Dad, grandma ate ten!"
Shao Hailan's face turned red and she glared at Lingling angrily: "You are the only one who talks too much!"
Zhong Wenxing was looking silly and happy on the side, and Zhong Jiawei's expression looked much better than before.
Now that the atmosphere has eased, Jiang Zhihao did not answer Lingling's words to avoid further embarrassment for his mother-in-law.
He just put the dumplings on the table and said, "If it's not enough, I'll make more."
"It's almost done. I'm almost full from that pot just now." Zhong Wenxing said: "Stop working too much. Sit down and eat something to relieve your stomach."
Jiang Zhihao was not pretentious, but he did not sit down immediately. Instead, he picked up a bottle of wine from the side, opened it, and poured a glass for Zhong Wenxing.
He held it up with respectful hands and said to Zhong Wenxing: "Dad, I will serve you this glass of wine. Nothing else. I just want to honor you for your hard work for most of your life. The work unit is busy, and there are many hardships in normal times. I have ignored it before.
, but not anymore.”
The sincerity of these words moved Zhong Wenxing deeply, and his eyes became moist.
His work is nothing to be proud of. Because of this, no one in his family thinks how hard he works, as if it is a matter of course for him to go to work.
Jiang Zhihao was the first and only person to praise his work.
Zhong Wenxing immediately took the wine and said excitedly: "Just say this to you, don't say anything, I did it!"
After saying that, Zhong Wenxing raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.
Then, Jiang Zhihao picked up another wine glass and filled it up. He stood up, still holding it with both hands, but said to Shao Hailan: "Mom, I know there were many things I did wrong in the past, which disappointed you and Weiwei. It was me.
I'm stupid. I didn't cherish her properly before. I'm sorry that these three words are too much to say, so I won't say them anymore. I just want to thank you for raising such a good wife for me. As a mother, you have given so much and received so much.
It’s too little. I know you don’t drink, so I’d like to offer you this glass of wine!”