Wedding pet giants

The old man woke up, but Zhou Ruan didn't dare to get close to him.

He got into the kitchen, thinking about making clear soup for the old man.

I chose the simplest ingredients, tomatoes and eggs.

Stir the eggs in the hot pan once, put them out tenderly, throw the sliced ​​tomatoes down and stir-fry twice, put the eggs down, and add water.

When it's ready, put it in a soup bowl and sprinkle with chopped green onions on top.

Zhou Ruan went upstairs with the soup, poked his head to let Uncle Wu come out, and handed over the soup bowl: "Uncle Wu, I cooked tomato and egg soup for the old man to drink, would you like to see?"

The old housekeeper was full of old hearts, and he took it with a smile: "Thank you, little Ruan."

Zhou Ruan was embarrassed: "The old man didn't eat breakfast, and the sweet and sour appetizers are appetizing."

The old housekeeper felt that if Young Master Qu really passed away, Xiao Ruan was also the reincarnation of Young Master Qu, and only Young Master Qu could miss Master so much.

The old butler's eyes were moist.

Zhou Ruan said anxiously, "Wu, Uncle Wu, go in quickly."

The old butler laughed: "Xiao Ruan won't go in to see the master?"

Zhou Ruan shook his head: "I won't go in."

The old butler didn't force it, both of them knew that it was not suitable for the old man to see Zhou Ruan at this time, the old butler smiled wryly, but his eyes were comforting.

"Xiao Ruan, go take a shower in the third young master's room, and sleep?"

Zhou Ruan hesitated, he wanted to go back to his home, but seeing Uncle Wu's concerned eyes, Zhou Ruan nodded after thinking about it.The old butler was satisfied and entered the room with the soup bowl.

The old man leaned against the bed and poked his head: "Is it Xiao Ruan?"

The old housekeeper walked over and said with a smile: "Xiao Ruan cooked egg soup for you, do you want some, sir?"

The old man looked slightly surprised with disappointment: "Xiao Ruan cooked it? I want to drink it."

The old housekeeper tasted it, and his eyes lit up: "Xiao Ruan's craftsmanship is good, the soup is sweet and sour, and the master will definitely like it."

The old man can't wait to taste it.

He drank all the soup, and his stomach felt warm and swollen. He said with emotion: "Zhentian won't talk about it. I know what I make myself. Don't talk about making a soup for me. I'm afraid I didn't even go into the kitchen." Yes. Of my three grandsons, the eldest and the second can eat, and the third son said he can cook, and he also cooked for Xiao Ruan... At the end of the day, I, an old man, have only eaten things made by Xiao Ruan... a bunch of unfilial sons."

Qin Zhentian who just stepped through the door: ...

The old man was angry: "Zhentian's daughter-in-law is good, and she doesn't go into the kitchen. The old man has only met the eldest daughter-in-law once. It's better to marry the third son's daughter-in-law. She is married."

Qin Zhentian: Hehe!

The old housekeeper smiled: "You don't need the young master and wife to enter the kitchen at home."

The old man was furious: "Xiao Ruan doesn't need to go into the kitchen, he just misses me, and the things I give birth have to miss me, so why don't you cook a meal for me? You said you wouldn't give birth to him at the beginning."

Qin Zhentian turned and went downstairs with a blank expression.

The old butler couldn't laugh or cry.

After Qin Zhen went downstairs, he saw his wife who was about to go out in a cloak, and hurriedly stopped him: "Wife, where are you going at this point?"

Mrs. Qin: "My little sister is looking for me."

Thinking of the old man's words just now, Qin Zhentian felt sour: "My sister-in-law will just go shopping when she finds you. It's nothing important. Wife, can I discuss something with you?"

Mrs. Qin squinted her eyes.

Qin Zhentian's brows fluttered: "Dad is lying on the bed, shall we make some soup for him? Show some filial piety?"

Mrs. Qin's brows were cold: "Are you not sick?" Both of them mean people who don't touch the spring water, go into the kitchen to cook soup?

Qin Zhentian's eyelids twitched.

His wife is too embarrassing for him.

Mrs. Qin pushed him away: "I'm looking for my little sister, don't get in the way."

Qin Zhentian couldn't stop his wife, he could only watch his wife abandon him and leave, Qin Zhentian's teeth were itchy, and he was about to roll up his sleeves. He has never been in the kitchen, doesn't it mean he can't cook?Maybe he has the talent to cook?

My father regretted giving birth to him just for a meal of soup.

Qin Zhentian was not convinced.

He got into the kitchen aggressively.

When Zhou Ruan in the background put down the phone and quietly approached the kitchen, he poked his head and watched Father Qin staring blankly at the refrigerator, casually picking and choosing ingredients. Two minutes passed, but he couldn't pick anything out. Come.

Zhou Ruan's eyelids twitched.

Qin Zhentian seriously looked at the red fruit in his hand, thought it looked delicious, so he opened his mouth and took a bite.It's sweet and sour, but it tastes good. Qin Zhentian's eyes lit up: "What can I eat raw and put in the refrigerator?" He reached out, took out the bag containing the red fruit, turned around and put it in the fruit refrigerator .

Zhou Ruan pursed her lips to prevent herself from laughing.

Tomatoes can be eaten raw.

can't laugh.

Can't really laugh.

Looking at the phone in his hand, Zhou Ruan had a thought, and quietly turned on the camera, aimed at the writhing people in the kitchen, and started recording a video.

Qin Zhentian was struggling, he knew how to eat, but he really couldn't name the dishes in the refrigerator.

If you make soup...

Qin Zhentian felt guilty, what should he cook?

He knows tofu, bird's nest and abalone. He carefully flips through the bird's nest, and nods when he smells it's fresh. My father is dizzy, and he must be weak. Cook some bird's nest?

People with experience will not have basic common sense.

Stewed bird's nest is stewed in a cup.

But now he wants to cook, not stew.

Qin Zhentian thought about putting the washed bird's nest under the sink, filling half a pot of water, and throwing the bird's nest in, quite proud, who said he can't cook soup?

When the fire was fired, it took a long time to study before turning the fire on.

Qin Zhentian whistled, thinking that he had a talent for cooking.

Thinking that the half pot of water didn't cook so quickly, Qin Zhentian planned to have a fight with his father first, and came out whistling. Zhou Ruan saw this posture, and ran to hide on the back of the chair by the dining table.

Qin Zhentian didn't see him.

Zhou Ruan made a face at his hand, Qin's father went up the stairs, walked into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot, looked at the wasted bird's nest, his eyelids twitched, throw it down and cook it to eat?

He picked up the bird's nest, poured out the water, took a pear out of the refrigerator, put in the goji berry ingredients, put the goji berry and so on in a bowl, covered it with plastic wrap, poked a few holes in the plastic wrap, and poured water again Put the bowl in the pot, turn on the fire...

There are footsteps.

Zhou Ruan quickly put the lid on the pot and stepped out of the kitchen.

……

Sitting in the corner of the sofa, Zhou Ruan grinned at the video, turned off the video, then clicked on Qin Yan's WeChat and sent it.

soon.

Qin Yan replied.

"Dad cook bird's nest?"

Zhou Ruan spoke very seriously.

"Yeah, don't be too handsome when you're whistling."

"...can you eat it?"

"It can be eaten when it is cooked."

Qin Yan simply called, probably still asleep, his voice was deep and hoarse, with a smile on his face: "Did you go in and help Dad with the aftermath?"

Zhou Ruan sat cross-legged, glanced at the stairs, Qin's father didn't come down, so he calculated the time by himself, and said with a smile: "It's a pity to waste the bird's nest."

Aunt Wu in the kitchen opened the pot to look at the stewed bird's nest pears. When she heard Mr. Zhou on the phone in the living room, she smiled and put the lid on the pot again.

Qin Yan hummed: "Dad will be unhappy if he finds out."

Zhou Ruan froze: "Isn't it?"

Qin Yan: "As for."

Qin Yan still understands his father's temper.These people, at a certain time, are very arrogant. My father hasn't been in the kitchen for decades. After finally going in to cook a bird's nest, he has to quarrel with his grandfather. If he knows that his bird's nest has been touched...

Ha ha!

Zhou Ruan's eyes were straight: "I'm doing it for his own good."

Qin Yan smiled lowly: "Dad won't think you're doing it for his own good, he thinks you look down on him."

Zhou Ruan jumped up from the sofa and ran into the kitchen.

I go!

so serious.

Quickly pick out the bird's nest and throw it into the water to boil again!

Aunt Wu stopped him: "Mr. Zhou, I just watched it, and I still have to cook for a while, so don't worry."

Zhou Ruan wanted to explain dryly, but found it hard to explain.

Aunt Wu pushed him out of the kitchen with a smile: "I'm watching the fire, you go and play."

Zhou Ruan thought, at least it has been stewed for more than ten minutes, so it should not be too long. He ran to the stairs to watch, intending to pay attention to Qin's father, and ran into the kitchen to pick out the bird's nest and throw it into the pot after three or ten minutes. …

Aunt Wu was preparing lunch. She went to wash the rice in the storage room. Zhou Ruan seized the opportunity and rushed into the kitchen, filled the pot with water, poured the bird’s nest and soup into the pot, and ate the ingredients such as pears and goji berries by herself. .

Qin Zhentian ran down in a hurry, quickly turned off the fire, opened the lid, and a scent rose to the tip of his nose, Qin Zhentian was very satisfied, he poured the soup in the pot into a bowl, sang a mouthful of bird's nest, his eyes lit up, the taste was delicious .

"Why does it smell like pears?"

Aunt Wu came in with the washed rice pot, surprised: "Master?"

Qin Zhentian was in a good mood, and slowly picked up the bowl: "Aunt Wu, clean up." He took the bowl and left.Aunt Wu opened her mouth, wanting to say that the bird's nest soup was stewed by Mr. Zhou, but seeing Mr. Zhou winking at her in the living room, Aunt Wu wisely remained silent.

"Dad, try it, I cooked bird's nest."

Qin Zhentian was beaming with joy.

Mr. Qin looked at him suspiciously: "You cooked it? Can you eat it?"

Qin Zhentian was not happy anymore: "It smells pretty good, can you smell it?"

The old man smelled it and was surprised: "You really cooked it?"

Qin Zhentian was overjoyed: "I specially cooked it for Dad, can Dad try it?"

The old butler laughed beside him, not intending to serve the old man to drink. Qin Zhentian was stunned for a moment, and then he scooped up a spoon and handed it to the old man's mouth: "Dad, shall I feed you?"

The old man was sullen, but he was obviously in a good mood.

The bird's nest smelled of pear and wolfberry. The old man looked at Qin Zhentian with a smile. This son... was born by him!

The old man sighed.

Qin Zhentian's eyes lit up: "How is it?"

"not bad."

Qin Zhentian was very proud, thinking that he would cook a pot for his wife later, if his wife was happy, maybe he would be happy at night.

"Why are there no pears? Did you steal them?"

Qin Zhentian: ...

Zhou Ruan burped, and sent the soup bowl to the kitchen to wash it.

When I went upstairs, I secretly listened to the door of the old man's room. There was a lot of fun inside. Zhou Ruan narrowed his eyes and went to Qin Yan's room with a smile.