The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Gao Qinghe was full of anticipation, guessing it might be crayfish.

I never expected it to actually be true!

"Anyone selling crayfish in the county town?" Gao Qinghe asked in surprise.

When she was in Yue City, she saw that it was fashionable for people in the city to eat late-night snacks.

However, the night market street in Qing County is not yet large-scale, and it is basically a fast food restaurant with some drinks.

If you have the means, getting a karaoke machine is a really high-end option.

As for nightclubs with vibrant nightlife, they mainly serve fruit platters, imported liquor, coffee, and snacks.

It's impossible to sell crayfish that are so oily and spicy.

Sure enough, Jiang Baohai said with a smile, "I bought the crayfish myself, and I asked someone to cook them for me."

The preparation of stir-fried crayfish varies slightly from place to place.

Jiang Baohai asked the chef to make Gao Qinghe's favorite spicy flavor, with cucumber, rice cake slices, potato slices, and thick rice noodles as side dishes, and specifically instructed that no minced garlic be added.

Eating crayfish on its own is a bit lacking; it's much better with side dishes.

Gao Qinghe almost couldn't wait to pick up her bowl and chopsticks, take a cucumber strip and a potato slice, and eat them in big bites.

She was full of anticipation, and Jiang Baohai did not disappoint her.

"This is the taste!" Gao Qinghe said with a satisfied expression. "Honey, you understand me so well! How can I have such a wonderful husband?"

Just looking at her expression, Jiang Baohai felt that his day had been worthwhile.

Hearing this, she straightened her back and said smugly, "You should be grateful to have a husband like this."

"Mom!" Gao Qinghe called out, greeting him as familiarly as if she were calling her own parents or grandmother.
"Come and try this! The late-night snack your son brought back is especially delicious!"

Jiang Baohai's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, his mother never fails to spoil the mood.

I just went to the kitchen to get a bowl; he had already called me.

Jiang's mother waved her hand dismissively and said, "You guys eat it, I'm not eating it. It doesn't look appetizing."

Actually, I just felt a little guilty about wasting money and was embarrassed to eat these random things with young people.

Are you saying she's completely uninterested?
Not necessarily.

Jiang Baohai is mentally old, and he doesn't indulge anyone except his wife.

A son doesn't need to be particularly considerate or attentive to his mother from a young age. If she refuses, so be it. I've already called her, so it's up to her whether she comes or not.

As for that little bit of guilt, Jiang Baohai is gradually ignoring it now; he wants to let himself go.

Once a person lowers their expectations of themselves, they will not feel any difficulty.

But when Gao Qinghe shouted that, his heart jumped.

I'm not afraid of anything else, I'm just worried that she'll be upset if she's rejected.

But just as Jiang Baohai was about to get nervous, his mother walked in.

Jiang Baohai quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Mom, sit down and have a taste."

Jiang's mother sat down on the sofa. "You all eat, I'll just sit for a while."

Jiang Baohai was about to frown when Gao Qinghe said, "What are you standing there for? Peel it."

Are we just going to wait for her to peel it?

Gao Qinghe raised an eyebrow, and Jiang Baohai could only let out a helpless sigh amidst his myriad emotions.

He took off his coat, rolled up the cuffs of his gauze shirt, squatted down in front of the coffee table, and resignedly began peeling shrimp.

He was clearly used to it; he pinched off the head and tail, twisted it, and pulled off the shell, placing a whole shrimp into the bowl in front of Gao Qinghe.

Gao Qinghe picked it up with satisfaction, put it in her mouth, and chewed it. "Mom, it's so delicious, hehe~"

Jiang's mother swallowed almost imperceptibly; the aroma of the spicy crayfish was incredibly strong, relentlessly assaulting her nostrils. Thinking she was being discreet, she subtly moved back, hoping the smell wouldn't penetrate her from a distance.

In no time at all, Jiang Baohai peeled three more.

Gao Qinghe's bowl was full of vegetables, so I worried that she wouldn't eat quickly enough, so I put the peeled vegetables on a separate plate so she could pick them up herself if she wanted to eat.

The cucumber was crunchy, and Gao Qinghe made a crunching sound as she bit into it.

She suddenly turned around and said, "Eat if you want. I'll be stuffed if I eat all of this by myself."

Jiang's mother was stunned for a moment before she realized that the woman was talking to her.

"Eat as much as you like. If you can't finish it, put it in the refrigerator and you can eat it tomorrow." Jiang's mother was polite, but there was a hint of timidity in her tone.

Jiang Baohai glanced at his wife with a puzzled look. He hadn't been home for a day, so how had she managed to raise her mother like this?
Gao Qinghe ignored her and said to her mother-in-law in a serious tone:

"If you're curious, give it a try. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even if you eat it tomorrow or the day after, it won't be the same shrimp as it is now, and it won't taste the same."

Jiang's mother: "Aren't they all crayfish? What's the difference?"

Gao Qinghe pointed her chin at the empty bowl and chopsticks from a distance.

Jiang's mother hesitated as she picked up her chopsticks, eating a shrimp as if she were going to assassinate the leader in the enemy camp, moving it little by little, which made Jiang Baohai inexplicably irritable.

He glanced at his wife; she acted as if nothing was wrong, eating while constantly gesturing to his mother with her eyes, completely unconcerned about how slow she was.

This woman seems to be more meticulous and patient than men.

Finally, Jiang's mother picked up the smallest and most incomplete-looking shrimp and put it in her mouth.

Her eyes widened in surprise, not because she found the taste amazing, but because she was astonished: so this is what spicy crayfish tastes like, nothing special at all.

But look at the satisfied and content expression on the beautiful daughter-in-law's face, as if she were eating an elixir refined in Laozi's furnace.

Jiang's mother refused to believe it and, in order to prove that there was nothing wrong with her sense of taste, picked up another shrimp and mixed it with a slice of potato, then put it in her mouth and tasted it carefully.

There's really nothing special about it, and it's kind of weird!

"Mom, is there anything to drink in the fridge?" Gao Qinghe asked.

Jiang's mother put down her chopsticks, stood up, and said, "I'll go take a look."

I walked very fast, and when I entered the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water. I took a deep breath, feeling a strange mix of numbing and spicy sensations that I wasn't used to, yet somehow found quite enjoyable.

Afraid of being pressured by Gao Qinghe, I didn't dare to linger and opened the refrigerator to search.

Gao Qinghe couldn't possibly have the soft drinks and beer she wanted, and since there were no children at home, it was impossible to prepare such "snacks."

Jiang's mother found a bottle of sweet fermented rice wine in a bubble gum container.

She made it herself, using high-quality sugar and good rice, and it was snow-white in color.

Scoop two large spoonfuls into two porcelain bowls, add boiled water, and the chilled rice wine will release its coolness, making the whole bowl icy cold.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang's mother took out a few ounces of her treasured raisins and put a handful into the bowl.

When the iced rice wine was brought to the hall, Gao Qinghe's eyes lit up, giving Jiang's mother a great sense of accomplishment.

With a bite of spicy crayfish and a sip of chilled rice wine, Gao Qinghe swore that, apart from the day she earned a million, today was the most enjoyable day of her life.

"Indeed, people feel happier when they eat more delicious food."

The rice wine had no alcohol content, but Gao Qinghe seemed drunk, cupping her flushed face in her hands as she nestled on the sofa, watching Jiang Baohai laugh.

Jiang Baohai just wanted to ask: Who the hell can withstand this!

He cut the remaining crayfish in half, giving one portion to his mother and one to himself, quickly finished eating, then cleaned up the table and went to take a shower.

Seeing her son's anxious state, Jiang's mother only regretted that she had experienced too much and knew too much.

For the first time ever, after finishing his meal, he didn't wash the dishes; he simply put them in the basin on the stove and went back to his room to sleep. (End of Chapter)