"Are you really good at cooking?" Zhong Jiawei asked suddenly. She had not forgotten that she had scolded Lingling some time ago because of the food, thinking that she had learned to lie with Jiang Zhihao.
"Of course, don't worry, I won't let you down." Jiang Zhihao said with a smile.
Watching him take out fresh ingredients from the refrigerator and enter the kitchen, Zhong Jiawei looked around again and scanned the neatly arranged items. After a while, she took Lingling to take a shower.
Everything in the bathroom was brand new, even the toilet was polished until it was a little shiny.
"Look, I just said that daddy loves to be clean!" Lingling said with a smile.
"You little flatterer." Zhong Jiawei cursed with a smile and turned on the faucet.
A high-quality gas water heater produces hot water quickly and at a constant temperature. Unlike the old solar water heaters that cool down and heat up intermittently, they are extremely convenient to use.
By the time the mother and daughter came out of the shower, Jiang Zhihao had already cooked three or four dishes, including roasting, stir-frying, and a seaweed and egg drop soup.
Looking at the braised pork ribs on the table, Lingling ran over happily, stretched out her hand to pick up a piece and put it into her mouth, and then shouted exaggeratedly: "Wow! It's delicious! Mom, mom, come on, dad made the ribs."
, so delicious!”
"Freshly washed hands, use chopsticks!" Zhong Jiawei said.
Jiang Zhihao did not object to this correct way of eating just because he doted on his daughter.
Lingling had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks, and at the same time she did not forget to praise Jiang Zhihao's craftsmanship.
Zhong Jiawei walked over and took a look. The food was delicious, delicious, and no different from last time. But this time, she watched Jiang Zhihao take the ingredients from the refrigerator into the kitchen with her own eyes. There was no possibility of fraud.
This shows that the father and daughter really misunderstood last time. Thinking of this, Zhong Jiawei couldn't help but said: "I didn't expect you to really know how to cook. I didn't believe you last time. I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for. I usually cook too little." Jiang Zhihao said with a smile: "I will cook for you more often in the future. Just tell me what you want to eat."
Watching Jiang Zhihao going back and forth in the kitchen and living room, and then looking at the dazzling array of meals on the dining table, Zhong Jiawei realized that her life had really changed.
My husband is no longer as decadent as before, and the days ahead will be better and better.
The heavy pressure that had been in my heart for many years was finally released at this moment.