Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

【Cuckoo~】

To be honest, Wang Fengying's cooking skills are not that good. Look at the choking black smoke filling the room...

I'm afraid the braised pork is all burnt black? !

Well, I really miss my brother Li Pan┭┮﹏┭┮

[Mom, it’s okay, I like to eat it no matter how you cook it~]

【Cuckoo~】

Little Fatty, do you dare to say it again according to your conscience?

An hour later, the food was served, but those bowls of black stuff didn't interest me at all.

[Hey, I haven't cooked a big dish in a long time. The sugar color is burnt. I'll try to see if it's edible! Son, don't move your chopsticks! It's so cold, it's painful to eat something that will make your stomach sick...]

Wang Fengying held up her chopsticks, not knowing which dish to start with.

After hesitating for a long time, she chose the smallest piece of braised pork, picked it up steadily and accurately, and put it close to her nose.

Mm, it smells slightly sweet.

Take a bite, hmm, ugh…

The scene is a bit embarrassing.

[How about, Mom, order some roast duck. This one is a bit bitter...]

God knows, Wang Fengying was digging her toes into the ground, wishing she could dig a hole and crawl into it. She was such an incompetent mother.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

【Cuckoo?】

Who is this? It's late at night and it's time for dinner. Do you have any manners?!

Wang Fengying, who was too ashamed to face her son, felt as if she had been pardoned. She turned around and went to open the door.

Finally, a scream broke out.

[Sister Pan'er, why are you here? No no no, why are you here at this time? ! Ah, I'm too happy to speak, what I mean is...]

Li Pandi, who was simply dragging a suitcase at the door, walked forward with a smile and gave a big hug to this good sister who was so excited that she was incoherent.

[I know, Fengying, I have come to you for help! Please take me in!]

Wang Fengying felt a lump in her throat and almost cried.

[Okay, okay, come in quickly, it’s cold outside! ]

She rushed in first, pulling the suitcase, with the warmth of Sister Pan'er's hand still on her hand.

After hearing Li Pandi's past stories in prison, Wang Fengying never called her by her full name, but only called her Sister Paner.

What is there to look forward to for my younger brother? The people who gave him this name are malicious and old-fashioned.

[Son, look who's here? ]

Wang Xin had just secretly eaten a piece of braised pork with chopsticks. His chubby face was wrinkled with bitterness and he couldn't even laugh. When he saw Aunt Li, whom he had been talking about for a long time, he opened his mouth and black saliva started to flow.

Wang Fengying: ￣□￣｜｜

Li Pandi: (⊙o⊙)…

[What's wrong? You cooked?! ]

Li Pandi understood and asked in surprise.

Wang Fengying was so ashamed that she felt ashamed as ever. It was a rare opportunity for her to cook, but her cooking skills were still as bad as ever.

[Well, I haven’t eaten yet, let me do it! ]

【Cuckoo~】

Lao Li, why don't you even look at me? Do you still remember the pigeon that carried the letter for you thousands of miles away?

Li Pandi moved his ears, smiled and raised his arms.

【Cuckoo~】

Ha, this is the gesture to summon me.

Why talk nonsense? I flapped my wings and pounced, landing directly on Li Pandi's head. I grabbed her hat with a furry ball on it and swung it left and right.

[Hahaha, mom, it seems that the pigeon likes Aunt Li more. I haven’t seen it so lively in the past few days! ]

When Wang Xin heard that Aunt Li was going to cook, he quickly spat out the braised pork in his mouth, smiling and looking expectant.

There are still a lot of vegetables in the refrigerator. Wang Fengying sells vegetables herself every day, so the family has enough food stored.

Usually she was busy outside, and Wang Xin would cook his own food when he got home. His mouth was bland, so he even dared to stuff the black, suspected undercooked braised pork into his mouth...

Li Pandi has been helping her mother to light the fire and cook for the whole family since she was six or seven years old and was able to climb onto the stove. Whenever a younger sister was born, pregnant women could not stand the smell of oil smoke, so she would be the one to cook. She had already mastered the cooking skills, inheriting her mother's true skills.

[By the way, Fengying, has Guo Li come back recently?! ]

[Aunt Li, I know that Brother Guo Li is busy and hasn't been home for a while. If you miss him, give him a call~]

Li Pandi smiled bitterly, thinking that it would be great if Guo Li could answer the phone when she called.

Wang Fengying pushed her son, who was talking about something irrelevant, aside, put her arm around Li Pandi's shoulders, and changed the subject with a giggle.

The burnt braised pork and stewed pork elbow could no longer be salvaged, and since there was no dog at home, they could only be thrown into the trash can.

Wang Fengying took the initiative to help wash the vegetables and pretended not to see it.

Two stoves + two pots, fire at the same time.

More than half an hour later, the delicious food was served on the table.

The three of them ate until their bellies were full. Pigeon also got a big piece of fried crispy meat and lay contentedly on Li Pandi's legs with his feet up in the air.

【Cuckoo~】

The proudest thing in a bird's life is eating fried crispy meat (〃'▽'〃)

[Children are all debts...]

[Who says it’s not…]

[Mom, I didn’t make you angry today, did I? ]

Wang Xin puffed up his cheeks, looking aggrieved???

[Well, be good, I didn't say anything to you, but you haven't forgotten the rule of cooking but not washing the dishes, right? It's your turn to wash the dishes! ]

[Okay! You two take a rest, I will serve you two tea right away! ]

[Well, my dear son, bring hot tea, good tea! ]

【Cuckoo~】

I want one too (⊙o⊙)?

Forget it, tea tastes bitter no matter how much I drink it, I don’t want it anymore…

Wang Xin quickly collected the dishes, stacked them up, and carried them steadily to the kitchen.

He does the dishwashing job every day, he's an expert at it!

Li Pandi gently stroked the warm fat pigeon on his leg with one hand and loosened his belt with the other.

【Pfft——】

Wang Fengying smiled unceremoniously. If she hadn't been wearing elastic-waist sweatpants, she would have loosened her belt. This home-cooked meal was so enjoyable.

[Fengying, please help me keep an eye out for suitable stores nearby. I want to start a business, and I won’t feel at ease if I don’t have money coming in.]

[Okay, I saw some shopfronts for rent and transfer today, but are you sure you want to rent a shop in Qianmen? The rent is ridiculously expensive...]

[Look around. I won't buy it if I can't afford it. 20 square meters is enough. No dine-in, only take-out. ]

[Why, don’t you sell the donkey offal soup as well? That soup is so delicious! ]

[Alas, I haven't had time to find where to buy donkey meat in Beijing. Do you have a reliable way? ]

[Sister Pan'er, you are looking down on me. You know I go to the vegetable wholesale market every day. The bosses there are everywhere. I can find the way by asking! By the way, there is also a donkey meat hot pot shop in Beijing. You can go and try the taste and find out what the boss is like. If you open a shop far away, you won't be able to steal their business.]

The two of them were chatting in whispers and didn't even notice that the tea that the fat boy had already brewed and brought over was no longer steaming.

Li Pandi wanted to sleep in the guest room, but Wang Fengying disagreed and insisted on pulling him over to sleep under the quilt and chat.

Wang Xin, who rarely has the chance to hear his mother tell him a story before bed, would squeeze in between the two of them, blinking his eyes and listening with great interest.

[It’s agreed, son. You are too old to sleep with mom. Go back to your room when you feel sleepy.]

Wang Xin rubbed his eyes ('-w?? ), reluctantly.

I glanced at the time and realized it was already early morning.

Wang Fengying was about to chase her son away when she suddenly received a call -