Paper tiger

Jiang's mother was choosing dishes, and when she saw Song Yuan approaching, she asked, "Xiao Yuan, do you like chicken wings?"

Song Yuan saw several large bags of fruits and vegetables on the counter, and guessed that Jiang's mother bought them to reward her son who had just returned to China.How could Song Yuan dare to ask Jiang's mother to contribute money and energy, but also to worry about it, and immediately said: "Auntie, please let me do it. Jiang Jiaming has something to do at the moment, and he is probably coming back soon. You continue to watch TV programs and rest , wait for him to come back."

Jiang's mother smiled and said: "There is nothing to watch on TV. I like cooking quite a lot. You are welcome, tell auntie what you like to eat?"

Song Yuan had an idea, glanced at the vegetables in the bag from the corner of her eye, and said a few dishes that use these vegetables as ingredients.

Jiang's mother said: "What a coincidence, I just want to cook these dishes!"

Song Yuan was particularly supportive, "What a coincidence! Auntie and I really have a good understanding."

Jiang's mother burst into laughter, "You are still the same as when you were a child, very well-behaved."

It seems a bit strange to use "obedient" to describe boys.Does this mean I am satisfied?Song Yuan carefully observed Jiang's mother's face, eager to gain Jiang's approval.He thought of many plots in the president's essays. There will always be a domineering mother-in-law who throws a stack of checks or a card at the object of her son's love, and warns: "Leave my son."

However, Jiang's mother didn't mention Jiang Jiaming's affairs at all, but instead cooked home-cooked dishes.

This can't be a Hongmen banquet, can it?

Swallowing nervously, Song Yuan asked tentatively, "May I help you?"

"No need, the kitchen is too small for two people to use it. Go and play."

Just like that, Song Yuan was kicked out of the kitchen.He wondered what the meaning of "Go and play" meant, did it mean that he was still like a child in Jiang's mother's heart, too young?The more you think about it, the more it seems like you are doing reading comprehension.Not only is it meaningless, but it also increases anxiety, so Song Yuan has no choice but to give up.

Because of the inappropriate attire just now, Song Yuan desperately wanted to wash away her bad impression in Jiang's mother's heart, so that Jiang's mother was satisfied with him.His current state of mind is very much like a little daughter-in-law who is afraid of being rejected by her mother-in-law, so she puts all her energy into trying to please her mother-in-law.Song Yuan typed the key word "how to praise delicious food" on the search engine, and ecstatically recited the reference answers back and forth.

"This plate of chicken wings is really full of color and flavor. Just smelling the taste makes me salivate. One bite is even more fragrant on my lips and teeth. It is so delicious that I want to swallow the bones..."

"The taste is rich and rich, very layered. This taste hits my taste buds and makes me have endless aftertastes. Why can a plate of fried Chinese cabbage reach such a delicious level..."

"Xiao Yuan, the garlic chicken wings are ready, come and try them."

Song Yuan quickly rushed to the kitchen with the knowledge she had just accumulated in her head.

Mother Jiang took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Song Yuan, "Father and son rarely ask me to cook, and I don't know if it's good or not. You should try it."

"It must be that their father and son love Auntie." Song Yuan took the chopsticks, looked at the attractive-looking plate of chicken wings, and immediately felt confident, "This plate of chicken wings is really delicious, just smelling it makes me salivate Three feet."

"Really?" Mother Jiang was obviously very happy.

To show her sincerity, even though the freshly cooked chicken wings were hot, Song Yuan exaggeratedly took a big bite of the chicken.But after just two bites, he felt that something was wrong—too much cooking wine and too little salt, which caused the cooking wine flavor of the chicken wings to overwhelm other flavors, and there was basically no salty taste.Not only does it have no taste, but the chicken wings are also fishy.To be honest, Song Yuan has never eaten such unpalatable chicken wings.

The prepared "bite a bite, it will leave a fragrance on my lips and teeth, so delicious that I want to swallow all my bones", just choked in my throat.

Although the situation is not optimistic, Song Yuan still adjusts her facial expressions, making her eyes shine, and the corners of her mouth curl up into a lively smile of surprise.

Facing Jiang's mother's expectant eyes, Song Yuan really couldn't bear to tell the truth.He quickly gnawed off the whole chicken wing and said, "It's so delicious! Take a bite and it will leave a fragrance on your lips and teeth. It's so delicious that I want to swallow all the bones."

"Really! That's great, that's great."

Jiang's mother showed a proud and happy expression, just like a young girl in adolescence who was praised as "beautiful".

"Really," Song Yuan nodded resolutely, "I'll eat some more."

"Take it, take it, take it, eat as much as you want! I'll make it for you when I come back next time." Mother Jiang started to stir-fry other dishes, and played old songs on her mobile phone, she could see that she was in a good mood .Song Yuan wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking and wanted to, seeing Jiang's mother cooking so happily, she silently left the kitchen with the chicken wings.

Song Yuan sat back on the sofa, staring at the plate of chicken wings in front of her, puzzled.Why is there such a plate of chicken wings in this world, it is bright in color and attractive to greedy insects, but it is terribly unpalatable.If these chickens knew that their wings belonged like this, they would feel deeply sorry for their wings.

Will it be a test for me?This is an honest inspection of me?Song Yuan was very uncertain, restless, and finally walked to the kitchen.

"Xiaoyuan, what's the matter?" Mother Jiang looked back at him and asked in puzzlement.

"Ah..." Song Yuan carefully considered her vocabulary and said, "My taste is a bit stronger than Jiang Jiaming's. If I can add a little more salt..."

"No problem," Jiang's mother smiled heartily, "Just tell auntie what flavor you want to eat."

Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, with a little saltiness, no dish would become unpalatable.He felt relieved, picked two smaller chicken wings and gnawed them off.

Jiang's mother cooked three dishes and one soup, and each dish had a very good appearance. Song Yuan praised it so much that Jiang's mother laughed from ear to ear.

However, the taste is really... indescribable.It was Song Yuan's first time to eat such salty fried cabbage.He regretted that he had a strong taste.If you don't want to add such a word, even cabbage without salt is more edible than this.

After wolfing down for a while, Song Yuan gave Jiang's mother a thumbs up, "This taste is rich and rich, with layers. This taste hits my taste buds and makes me have endless aftertastes. Why can a plate of fried cabbage be so delicious? To such a delicious degree!"

"You are so good at talking!"

Song Yuan thought that what Jiang's mother said earlier, "Father and son rarely let her cook", maybe it was not only because of consideration, but also because Jiang's mother was a killer in the kitchen.These seemingly innocent and harmless dishes are actually unforgettable tastes that challenge the limits of taste buds.

However, when she is busy in the kitchen, she seems to be really happy.Thinking about it this way, Song Yuan couldn't bear to expose it even more, so she simply went all out.Even if you are a kitchen killer, you still have the opportunity to practice cooking, right?

"I'm telling the truth!"

Just at this time, the door opened and Jiang Jiaming came back.When he saw a table of dishes, he seemed quite shocked, "Mom, you didn't cook this, did you?"

Mother Jiang smiled and said, "Mom did it."

"..." Jiang Jiaming was stunned, "We don't have measuring cups and scales at home, how do you cook?"

"Measuring cup and scale?" Song Yuan was surprised this time.He has never seen anyone who uses experimental equipment for cooking.

Jiang Jiaming explained: "If my mother cooks, she must strictly use measuring cups and scales according to the ingredient list of the recipe. Although in this way, the taste will be exactly the same every time, but at least there will be no frying the kitchen."

Jiang's mother hurriedly said: "Mom has improved now, this time I didn't use measuring cups and scales, but Xiaoyuan said that Mom's cooking is very delicious!"

Jiang Jiaming obviously didn't believe it.He looked at Song Yuan, and Song Yuan immediately felt guilty, but her mouth was still tough, even if it was regarded as a loss of taste, she still wanted to maintain Jiang's mother's happiness.

As if shouldering the important responsibility of making people happy, Song Yuan said honestly: "It's a very special taste."

Jiang Jiaming picked up Song Yuan's chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken wing, took a bite, and then frowned, "Isn't this too unpalatable?"

Song Yuan corrected immediately: "It's a very special taste."

"It's just unpalatable," Jiang Jiaming glanced at Song Yuan helplessly, and said to Jiang's mother, "Don't torture him, I'll eat these dishes."

At this time, Jiang Jiaming noticed the abnormality in Song Yuan's hands.

"Why don't you wear a ring?"

The author says:

Song Yuan: We must work hard to make my mother-in-law be willing to betroth Jiang Jiaming to me! ! !