When Mrs. Gao heard the old man's cold voice, she raised her head and did not get angry with the man who was glaring at her coldly. Instead, she said in a pleasant tone, "Old man, are you back?"
"Yes." Mr. Gao walked over in a characteristic manner with his hands behind his back.
Mrs. Gao stood up, took the big cotton-padded jacket he took off, hung it on the hanger, and asked, "Who sent you back?"
Mr. Gao took off his big cotton coat and felt relaxed. He moved his arms and replied, "Xiao Liu sent the driver to take me to the door."
Mr. Gao sat on the sofa and sniffed his nose. The smell of broth floated into his nostrils. He looked towards the kitchen and asked, "Why does it smell so good? It's not the New Year or the festival, why is it stewed with meat?"
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Old Mrs. Gao came over and sat in front of him. With a smile on her face, she said mysteriously, "My daughter-in-law is here."
"Jingyue is here?" Mr. Gao said with double standards of course, "Then I have to cook something delicious."
Mrs. Gao continued, "Jingyue bought a lot of vegetables when she came here and said she would improve our lives."
"This kid is quite thoughtful." Mr. Gao's lips curled up, he was quite satisfied with his daughter-in-law.
Mrs. Gao pondered for a while and asked worriedly, "Old man, do you think our daily life is too poor and the children can't bear it? After marrying a daughter-in-law, the food needs to be improved. You can't always
Save the money and donate it, you have to take care of your family first."
"What's wrong with the food? Think about how many children in mountainous areas can't afford to go to school. Don't always think about eating."
The old man's tone was stern, and Mrs. Gao explained in a low voice, "I just want...young people need nutrition, so don't let the children suffer in our house."
"Okay, you can figure it out. Spend your share. Don't make any plans about my pension."
No one knows that for so many years, Mr. Gao has donated half of his pension every month to Project Hope.
The other half is saved to give his son a wife.
Only the old couple knew about this matter. The old lady knew her husband's temperament and principles well and did not dare to say anything more.
"Where is Jingyue, in Xiaozheng's room?" Mr. Gao looked at the old lady and asked.
The old lady pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "No, I'm cooking in the kitchen."
"This child can go to the hall and go to the kitchen."
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Gao Zheng followed Tang Jingyue in the kitchen. The aunt at home was a little constrained in her work because of Gao Zheng's aura.
She was very confused, was Gao Zheng afraid that his partner would burn down the kitchen or something?
Why don't we just cook some vegetables? He is as big as a Buddha and he needs to come to the kitchen to supervise the work in person?
Tang Jingyue had beaten the eggs and clumsily cut the tomatoes. When she turned her head and saw Gao Zheng still leaning at the kitchen door, she suddenly became nervous.
She looked at Gao Zheng and chased him away, "You go out first."
Gao Zheng looked at Tang Jingyue clumsily chopping vegetables. He was entranced for a moment. When he heard her voice, he raised his head and said, "Huh?"
"Get out quickly, you're taking up too much space." Tang Jing hurriedly chased people away again.
The corner of Gao Zheng's mouth curled up, and he reached out to touch her head. His tone was full of pampering and indulgence, "Be careful. If you don't know how to do it, don't do it."
There were still people watching in the kitchen, and Tang Jingyue avoided his hand uncomfortably, "Get out quickly."
At this time, the nanny who was peeling garlic almost had her eyes falling out. Unexpectedly, the little leader, who was usually stern and had a strong aura, would touch the girl's head.
Moreover, that voice...
If you haven't seen it with your own eyes,
I really can't believe it came from Gao Zheng's mouth.
Gao Zheng left the kitchen, and Tang Jingyue felt at ease instantly. She poured oil into the pot and prepared to stir-fry.
Mr. Gao saw his son coming out of the kitchen with a frivolous smile on his face. He looked majestic and coughed heavily.
"Dad, are you back?" Gao Zheng saw the old man and greeted him calmly.
Mr. Gao gave him a disgusted look and began to scold him, "Why are you in the kitchen? Can you cook or something?"
Gao Zheng didn't care about the old man's sarcasm at all, "Dad, are you in a bad mood? You have such an aggressive tone!"
Mrs. Gao stood aside to help, "Your dad is in a good mood when he heard that Jingyue is here."
Mr. Gao looked at Gao Zheng now, thinking of the question he had been suppressing, and wanted to ask him. His lips moved, but the atmosphere at home was so good at this time, he finally sighed in his heart and swallowed it back.
Gao Zheng called Gao Lan and hoped that she would come back soon and have a meal together as a family.
Unfortunately, Gao Lan is still working overtime and will have to come back later.
After a while, a sumptuous meal was served, and the family moved to the dining room.
As soon as Gao Zheng settled down, his eyes fell on the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that didn't look very good on the dinner table. The eggs were fried and discolored.
Tang Jingyue sat next to him, her eyes flickering, she didn't dare to look at Gao Zheng, and she didn't want to admit that she had cooked today.
It's so embarrassing.
I didn't control the heat well and the eggs almost burned.
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"Jingyue has worked hard today and is still busy in the kitchen."
Tang Jingyue did not "ask for credit" at all, and was very humble and polite, "I just helped."
Well, just think that it was the aunt at home who cooked it up. As long as Gao Zheng doesn't expose it, the two elders of the Gao family probably won't know about her masterpiece
Gao Zheng held back his smile and handed her the chopsticks. "Eat quickly."
He moved the braised fish plate to the side and said, "Mom, Dad, eat more fish."
Then, he brought the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which was extremely ugly, in front of him.
Tang Jingyue saw his actions and swallowed nervously.
After he tastes it, he won’t really regret it, right?
She just watched helplessly, and Gao Zheng couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick and put it into his mouth.
Tang Jingyue carefully observed Gao Zheng's reaction after tasting it.
Will it taste terrible?
However, Gao Zheng ate with gusto and quickly picked up another chopstick.
It looks like it tastes very good.
Tang Jingyue finally relaxed and lowered her head to eat.
You can't judge a book by its cover, and the same goes for food.
Mrs. Gao noticed that her son had a special liking for a plate of vegetarian dishes today. She considerately gave him fish with chopsticks, "Xiao Zheng, why don't you eat other dishes? You only eat tomatoes and scrambled eggs. Didn't you never eat tomatoes before?"
of?"
He has always thought that fried tomatoes are too sour and unpalatable since he was a child.
Today this is...
Gao Zheng replied while eating, "Mom, you remembered it wrong."
Mrs. Gao, "..."
She looked at her son and said angrily, "You brat, I'm not dementia, how can I remember this wrong?"
"The taste has changed. I will like to eat it from now on." After Gao Zheng finished speaking, he continued to eat.
Mr. Gao looked at the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and dark soup, and then at Tang Jingyue who lowered his head to pull the rice. A flash of understanding flashed through his wise eyes.