The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

For Lin Zhiyuan, this morning passed extremely slowly, as if it had stopped.

But for others, it flies by.

It was past ten o'clock in the blink of an eye.

Su Qiancheng said to Su Jin: "Xiao Jin, call Dongshan Hotel and ask them to prepare a few dishes for five people. It should be generous but don't waste it. We will be there at 11:30."

Su Jin agreed and was about to make a call.

Lin Dajun stood up in embarrassment, "Mr. Su, we won't disturb you anymore. We're leaving now."

No wonder Lin Dajun was like this.During the Spring Festival this year, except for hotels like Dongshan Hotel that are open for business, all other hotels and commercial facilities are closed.

People eat at home during the Chinese New Year, and now Su Qiancheng wants to book a table at a hotel. In Lin Dajun's opinion, this means seeing off guests.

"Hey, Dajun, don't worry too much." Su Qiancheng raised his hand and pressed it lightly, "To tell you the truth, the servants are usually responsible for cooking at home, but during this Chinese New Year, I have to give them two It’s a day off! So during the Chinese New Year, the restaurant of Dongshan Hotel brings me meals. I’m not afraid of your jokes. I can’t cook. It’s okay for my granddaughter to cook noodles and stir-fry rice. She’s just for entertaining guests. She can’t cook the food.”

These days it is quite shameful for a girl not to know how to cook. Su Jin lowered his head and his face turned red.

If this matter had happened to Lin Jingping, Ning Xiufen would have beaten and scolded her long ago. But if it happened to Su Jin, Ning Xiufen felt that this was a natural thing.Mr. Su's granddaughter was the richest lady in the old society, so naturally she didn't have to cook.

"Mr. Su, it's normal for Xiao Jin not to know how to cook because he's still young. It's not too late to learn how to cook in the future." Ning Xiufen glanced at her husband and boldly said, "Mr. Su, if you don't mind it, I’ll cook for you.”

Su Jin raised his head in panic, "Auntie, how is this possible? You are a guest!"

Su Jin felt very uncomfortable, asking a guest to cook, especially when this person was Lin Zhiyuan's mother. Is this no different from scolding her?

This is too embarrassing. How can I get along with the Lin family in the future?

Su Qiancheng also meant the same thing, "There's no reason to let guests cook. Why don't you go to Dongshan Hotel to eat? Let them deliver the food. Dajun, if you come to see me during the Chinese New Year, you must be here Have a meal at home.”

Ning Xiufen glanced at her son and suddenly had a bolder idea, "Mr. Su, Xiaojin, why don't we let Zhiyuan do it? His skills are very good. Yesterday he cooked two tables of dishes and everyone said they were delicious. "

Now it was Su Qiancheng and Su Jin's turn to be surprised.

Lin Zhiyuan also raised his head in surprise.

Mom, if I didn’t take you like this, you would betray me so easily.

"Can you cook?" Su Jin blurted out in disbelief.

Su Qiancheng laughed, "I think this suggestion is good, Xiao Linzi, then we will try your craft at noon today, anyway..."

He made a long sound, "You are not considered a guest, so it would not be rude to ask you to cook."

Lin Zhiyuan was roaring in his heart, is this still justified?

You deceived me here without saying a word, and then you actually asked me to cook for you...

The next moment, Lin Zhiyuan put on his apron, picked up the kitchen knife, and a sonata of pots and pans rang out in the kitchen.

Su Jin sneaked into the kitchen and asked awkwardly: "Can I help you make something?"

Lin Zhiyuan turned around and glanced at her helplessly, "How about... you can help me peel the onions!"

"Okay!" Su Jin happily found a small place to sit down and began to peel the onions seriously.

The Su family's ingredients are quite complete. For Su Qiancheng's level, food and drinks are delivered to his door every day.

Lin Zhiyuan opened the refrigerator, which was not common in this era, checked the ingredients inside, and then quickly formed a recipe in his mind.

During the Chinese New Year, everyone was tired of eating big fish and meat, so he planned to cook something lighter.

Lin Zhiyuan was washing and chopping vegetables here, while Su Jin leaned on his chin and watched in rapt attention.

"Lin Zhiyuan, you are so awesome, there seems to be nothing you can't do." This was her sincere compliment from the bottom of her heart.

Lin Zhiyuan sighed, "There is no way, the children of the poor have already become the masters."

It was a simple sentence, but it made Su Jin burst into tears and brought back her sadness again.

"Lin Zhiyuan, don't laugh at me. I can learn to cook. When you come next time, I will let you eat the dishes I cooked by myself."

Seeing the fairy's pear blossoms carrying the rain, Lin Zhiyuan panicked, "I didn't say anything, why are you still crying? Wipe it off quickly, it's a Chinese New Year."

Su Jin was very serious, "I'm serious. I know it's embarrassing not to know how to cook, but I will definitely learn it hard."

"Su Jin, did you know? In 20 or 30 years, it will be men who cook."

"You are lying, how is that possible? Men cook, what do women do?" Su Jin only thought that Lin Zhiyuan was trying to make her happy.

"Men are responsible for earning money and supporting the family, and women are responsible for being as beautiful as a flower." Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Su Jin, "You are already as beautiful as a flower."

Su Jin's neck turned red. Although this was not the first time Lin Zhiyuan praised her for her beauty, this time, on this special occasion, it sounded different.

At eleven o'clock at noon, eight dishes and one soup were served.

Su Qiancheng walked over and took a look. Although he was well-informed, he was also surprised.

Stir-fried veal with soy sauce, stir-fried dried celery, stewed pork ribs with lotus root cubes, stir-fried shrimp and cabbage, fungus mixed with onions...

The dishes on this table are not in line with the Chinese New Year atmosphere, but they create an appetite for people who are tired of eating big fish and meat these days.

"Xiao Linzi, it seems that your mother is right. It did take a while. Don't tell me, I'm really hungry after seeing this table of dishes you cooked."

Five people sat around the table. Su Jin obediently took out a bottle of Maotai and poured it for the three men. He also took two bottles of orange drinks for Ning Xiufen to drink.

Su Qiancheng took a bite of the shrimp and cabbage, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He was full of praise, "It's good, it's delicious. Dajun, Xiaolinzi, come and have a sip. Such a good dish would be in vain if you don't drink. Thank you." Come and give me New Year greetings.”

The three men raised their glasses and took a sip.

Su Jin also took a bite of the stir-fried veal with soy sauce. Well, it was indeed delicious.

This changed Su Jin's impression of Lin Zhiyuan, and she secretly glanced at Lin Zhiyuan with a blush on her face.

A whole infatuated little girl.

This action happened to be seen by Ning Xiufen, who mustered up all the courage in her life, "Mr. Su, Xiaojin, there is something I don't know whether I should say?"

Su Jin's little heart was beating like a drum. She certainly knew what Ning Xiufen was going to say.

Auntie, you, you say it!

Lin Zhiyuan's heart was the same, almost beating out of his chest.

Mom, you, don’t say it!

Su Qiancheng put down his chopsticks solemnly and looked at Ning Xiufen with encouraging eyes, "My dear friend, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Ning Xiufen gritted her teeth and decided that today was the day, so she had to risk her life.