Chapter 357 The closeness of the male protagonist's family
Fu Ma's words made Fu Dongchen feel a little depressed.
Father Fu was thinking openly and didn't want his wife and son to be unhappy because of these little things, so he changed the subject and said: "Eat first, and then talk about anything afterward. Dad is still in the hospital, and we can't stay out for too long. We have to finish eating early.
Go back early."
Fu's mother also felt sorry for her son, so she endured it, and finally stopped saying anything about her daughter-in-law, and picked up the chopsticks for her son.
"Okay, let's eat quickly!"
Fu Dongchen obediently picked up the chopsticks, but looked at the door uneasily.
His son's expression made his parents look at each other.
When Meng Yao brought out the food again, he saw that Qiao Xiyan had left. He raised his eyebrows and walked over with a normal expression.
"Fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, red date and chestnut chicken soup, and dry pot potatoes and rice. Other dishes may be slower!"
The dishes made by Meng Yao are very exquisite, and the presentation looks clean and appetizing, but the portions are small, and they don't look like the big dishes made in this place.
"Boss Meng is very particular about people."
Dad Fu praised him.
Meng Yao is indeed very particular about people. The decoration and presentation of Meng Yao's restaurant, including the tea, are all extremely exquisite. It is completely unlike a restaurant in this small place.
Meng Yao smiled, made a gesture to invite him to taste, and then returned to the kitchen.
Liu Yishou helped in the kitchen, but she was still the one in charge.
"Come on, try it!"
Father Fu gave Mother Fu a piece of chestnut in chicken soup.
Except for this, Fu’s mother doesn’t like to eat much else.
Although he hasn't tasted it yet, Fu's father thinks highly of Meng Yao's cooking skills.
"From the smell, the food cooked by Boss Meng seems pretty good, especially the color of the chicken soup. Look, it's golden and not greasy. I want to drink it!"
Naturally, Fu Ma's appetite was aroused by the color and taste of the chicken soup, so she picked up the soup bowl and filled it with a bowl.
There is no longer the rejection as before.
"Although the restaurant is located in this small place, it seems to be comparable to those well-known restaurants in Kyoto. I just don't know...how does it taste!"
Fu Ma said, taking a sip of chicken soup and drinking it.
The taste of the chicken soup is particularly fragrant, mixed with a hint of sweet chestnut flavor. Drink it and feel warm in your stomach.
A smile appeared on Fu Ma's cold face, a smile of satisfaction.
“It tastes really good!”
"Yeah, let me tell you, the environment is so nice, and the food smells so tempting, how could it not be delicious?"
Father Fu hadn't tasted it yet, so he followed his wife's praises and scooped up a small bowl of chicken soup himself.
My wife likes light food, while he likes sweet food. This bowl of soup really suits their tastes.
"Not bad, really good. I didn't expect that Boss Meng's cooking skills are so good!"
Fu Dongchen had something on his mind and was a little absent-minded. He didn't eat a bite of the dish. He picked up a few grains of rice with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
It was just like chewing rice, but when he chewed the fragrant and soft rice, it stimulated his buds.
This rice is really fragrant.
Fu Dongchen started eating unconsciously and ate half a bowl of rice. Fu's mother saw that he was only eating dry rice and thought he was still thinking about Qiao Xiyan. She couldn't help but sigh and shook her head, and gave her son a chopstick to eat.
"Eat your food well. This is your wife's hometown. What could happen to her that would require you to worry about her while you are eating?"
Fu Dongchen shook his head and said "no", and pushed the bowl of rice next to Fu's mother in front of her.
"Then try this rice. It's very fragrant."
Fu's mother is a delicate person, but her son is used to being in the army. As long as it is edible, he can eat it. Anything with a little flavor is said to be delicious.
Fu Ma didn't believe what he said, so she just drank the soup and let him eat his own.
Fu Dongchen's appetite was whetted by the fragrant bowl of rice, and he couldn't help but take a bite of the food Fu's mother brought him.
After eating this, I felt like I was addicted. I picked up a few chopsticks of veggies and ate up the remaining half bowl of rice.
The rice prepared by Meng Yao was naturally a small bowl, a particularly delicate bowl, and the rice in the bowl was all gone in just a few mouthfuls.
After Fu Dongchen finished eating, he looked around and couldn't find a place to steam the rice, so he had to stand up.
"I'll get some rice!"
He walked to the kitchen carrying the bowl.
Father Fu and Mother Fu couldn't help but look at their son in surprise.
"Boss, can you...add some rice?"
Meng Yao was cooking, and Liu happened to have his hands free. He went over to take his bowl with an expressionless expression, and said directly: "A bowl of rice is five cents!"
Fu Dongchen was startled.
I didn't expect such a small bowl of rice to be so expensive.
However, his surprise quickly dissipated when he thought about how delicious it tasted and made his mouth water.
When Liu Yiyi took his bowl, he grabbed the small bowl without putting it down and said dryly: "Do you have a bigger bowl here?"
Meng Yao tilted his head and glanced at the male protagonist standing at the door of the kitchen.
She had forgotten that the book said that the male protagonist has a big appetite and usually eats three bowls of rice.
A little rice might not be enough to fill her teeth.
While she was cooking, she said, "The bowl for the noodles will be larger. A bowl of rice costs thirty cents."
Liu took out a noodle bowl with one hand, which was smaller than the average bowl at home.
Fu Dongchen glanced at it and stretched out five fingers, "Let's have five bowls first!"
Meng Yao couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
It's like what is said in the book, the male protagonist has an unusually big appetite.
Fu Dongchen laughed incomprehensibly and scratched his head dully. When Liu Yishou generously filled him with five bowls, he woodenly carried them back to his seat on a tray.
Some people can’t understand why Meng Yao is laughing!
Fu's mother thought her son wanted to do something, but she didn't expect him to come over with so much rice.
But having so much rice means that the son no longer thinks about his daughter-in-law.
Fu's mother pulled up her son's chair and said with a gentle smile, "Why do you want so much rice? You know you're hungry?"
Fu Dongchen finally showed a slightly embarrassed look and said again: "This rice is really delicious. Mom, try it!"
After hearing this, Fu Ma couldn't help but dumbfounded, "Okay, then I'll give it a try."
Fu's mother took a bite of the rice with suspicion, and then realized that what her son said was indeed true.
This rice is really fragrant.
It's more fragrant than the rice they buy specially from Northeast China.
Fu Ma nodded repeatedly, "That's great. Where did you buy this rice? Why does it smell so fragrant? This place probably doesn't produce rice, only wheat!"
Father Fu tasted it dubiously. He didn't even stop eating with his chopsticks, and he even took down the slightly spicy dish that he didn't eat much at first.
When Meng Yao came out again, the family of three had almost run out of food.
"Sweet and sour pork ribs, pepper and sesame chicken, the dishes are all ready, please take advantage of it!"
"Wait a minute, little girl!"
Fu's mother was originally a cold person, but now she called Meng Yao affectionately, "Your cooking is so good, every dish is delicious."
"You've given me the prize, it's just home-cooked food."
Meng Yao smiled slightly.
She has lost a lot of weight now, and her complexion is extremely fair. People say that whiteness covers all ugliness. In the eyes of outsiders, she is no longer an ugly fat person, but a little girl with some blessings.