Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Although everything was hard to swallow, it was indeed a surprise for the whole family.

"Yu Chen, have you tasted these yourself?" Song Tingran asked.

"No, I didn't dare. I'll just wait for you to come back and try it together. This one is dark and looks different from what Wen Li makes."

Qiao Jinshu broke away from Wen Li's restraints and stood up. Song Tingran also stood up and looked at him. He pursed his lips and sat down again.

"Yu Chen, give me a piece of beans."

"okay."

Song Tingran ate the beans without changing her expression. She had imagined that it might be too salty or tasted mushy, but who could tell her why the stir-fried beans were sour.

"Are you jealous?"

"Well, I thought the children would like to eat sweet and sour food, so I put some in. Wife, what do you think?"

"I think..." Song Tingran looked at Xiao Yuchen's sincere eyes and was speechless, "It's okay, just a little sour. You should try it."

Xiao Yuchen was still very happy. He immediately took a big mouthful and put it in his mouth. The expression on his face changed, and he turned around and spit it out.

"Why am I acting like a swill!"

No one present dared to speak, and Xiao Yuchen also understood why everyone didn't eat it, because the food with visible color was unpalatable, let alone the food without visible color.

"Master Wife, what I made is really unpalatable. Manfu probably won't even eat it. Why didn't you tell me? I thought it was quite successful."

Song Tingran immediately stood up and came to Xiao Yuchen's side, hugging his arm, "Isn't that because I am afraid that you will be sad? You have been busy all afternoon, so you must be very hard and tired."

"Well, it's more tiring than digging the floor, but I'm not sad. Why should I be sad? I cook for you. I'm very happy."

Qiao Jinshu took off Wen Li's hand and said, "Let me speak. Second brother, you almost blew up the kitchen at home. When I first got home, I thought it was a fire, so I rushed in to save you, but you were Stir-fry.”

"Hehe, but I wanted to invite the first one to try it, but you ran faster than a rabbit. I had to watch the pot, and it was hard to chase you."

Sang Cheng laughed. He thought of the scene on the carriage and actually linked it.

Song Lingjia: "Haha, when dad came out of the kitchen, he looked like roasted pig skin."

These words made the family laugh even more. Everyone got rid of all these things together, and Xiao Yuchen suddenly felt distressed.

"My wife, these are all good things, and they were just wasted by me."

"It's okay Yuchen, are you happy cooking?"

"I'm happy. It's a very special experience. However, I will definitely not waste food in the future. These dark things are hard-earned."

Song Tingran felt at ease. This was what Xiao Yuchen said personally. One experience was worth it in exchange for never cooking.

Even if it means blowing up the kitchen at home, it’s still worth it!

We had to eat in the evening, so we didn't do anything strenuous. Wen Ci made a big pot of rice, and Wen Li made scallions and pork strips to make rice bowls.

Xiao Yuchen has been following Song Tingran, waiting wherever he goes, as if he is a child who has done something wrong.

"Yu Chen, I'm really not angry, and I don't blame you. Besides, everyone in the family knows your intentions. It's like you asking Chang Yuqiao to plow the ground, and you can't even lift the shovel a few times."

"Well... I understand, but I don't feel very comfortable yet. I just want to cook with my own hands... for you to eat, just once."

"Where is that time? I drank a lot of the mung bean soup you made before, but you forgot about it?"

Xiao Yuchen thought about it, muttered, suddenly enlightened, hugged Song Tingran, kissed her, and then walked away quickly and embarrassedly.

Song Tingran touched the cheek that had been kissed just now. It was so hard that it felt a little red.

The whole family was eagerly waiting for when the meal would be ready. Song Lingjia was concerned about Doctor Ying's problem and took the lead in finding Shi Yan.

"Big Daddy, why do you want to study and become a teacher?"

"Xiao Jiajia, why did you suddenly ask this question today?" Shi Yan pulled Song Lingjia over lovingly and asked.

"Dr. Ying from the medical workshop asked me why I wanted to study medicine, but she was not satisfied with my answer. She asked me to think again. I will go there tomorrow when I open my eyes..."

"Then tell the truth. You want me to study because you like reading. It just so happens that your mother also supports me, so she became the teacher of the book school."

Song Lingjia didn't expect the answer to be so simple. She thought her eldest father could say such shocking words, but she ended up liking it.

"I understand, then it's because I like medical skills, and my mother also supports it, so I went to become a disciple."

According to Shi Yan's answer just now, the formula is correct, but it does not confirm whether Doctor Ying wants this answer.

Song Lingjia went to Chang Yuqiao again, "Third father, why are you doing embroidery and playing the piano?"

Chang Yuqiao was smelling the smell at the door of the kitchen and was confused by this question.

"I played the piano because life was difficult at that time and I couldn't live without learning. Because of it, I could live a better life, so I gradually got used to it. Later, after I met your mother, I started to like playing the piano."

"What a mess, third daddy, I understand every word you say, but when they are put together, I don't understand. You should talk about embroidery."

"I learned embroidery because of life. I could sell it for money. Later, I studied hard and truly realized the charm of embroidery, and I have always liked it."

Originally, Song Lingjia's train of thought was very clear, but now he was completely confused by Chang Yuqiao's answer.

"Third daddy, then your original intention of playing the piano and doing embroidery was not because you liked it?"

"Well, I liked it all later, why did you think of asking this?"

"It's nothing, just ask. You can continue to smell the aroma of rice."

"......"

Song Lingjia found Song Changyue again. She felt that it might be better for people of the same age to communicate better.

"Sister Yueyue, why do you like guzheng?"

"Huh? I just like it. There's no reason."

"Then why isn't it a suona, a yueqin, or a flute..."

Song Changyue knew that Song Lingjia was still thinking about the question that Doctor Ying asked her, and felt that the question was both simple and difficult.

"Jiajia, why don't you tell the truth? You see, I saw Guzheng in a book and I liked it at first sight. As for you, please recall carefully what was the reason for it in the first place."

"In the beginning..." Song Lingjia sat on the small steps of the inner courtyard corridor, thinking.

The sound of cheers came from the kitchen. With everyone's expectation, the scallions and pork strips were ready, and it was time to eat!