Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

"Jingjing, you brought fried skewers again? This is such a bother for you. Every time you come over, I ask you to make a bunch!"

Wen Yulan felt quite ashamed when she heard Wen Zhiyi say that Zhao Xiaojing brought fried skewers again.

This girl is so honest. She always brings so many things home.

It was they who introduced the job to Zhao Xiaojing, but in fact it was Zhao Xiaojing herself who was outstanding and her salary increased after just a few days of work.

She was also surprised at first, but when she came back and tasted Zhao Xiaojing's fried skewers, she suddenly felt that the salary was too low. This skill can actually be used anywhere, they just happened to come across it, so they were lucky.

"It's okay, Aunt Wen. If you like to eat it, I'm happy to make it!"

Zhao Xiaojing didn't think there was anything wrong at all. The Wen family's happy family atmosphere with three generations living together was something she had never experienced in her two lifetimes.

Her father passed away too early, and her grandfather was rather cold and had long since severed ties with her mother and daughter. In her memory, her grandfather was also very cold and distant, and would not talk much to Zhao Xiaojing.

She had never felt it before and didn't understand what the meaning of family happiness was. After coming to the Wen family, she really realized the beauty of this word. Zhao Xiaojing was very greedy for this family atmosphere and felt that the feelings of the Wen family were very precious. She would not think about making things troublesome at all.

"Zhao idol, what are we having for lunch today?"

Wen Jie Ling didn't care about that. When she heard that Zhao Xiaojing brought fried skewers, she held the bowl and looked forward to it.

"You'll have to ask Aunt Niu about this."

Zhao Xiaojing glared at Wen Jie Ling. She knew that Wen Jie Ling was asking about fried skewers, but this was the Wen family, not the cafeteria, so how could she be so embarrassed as to only report her types of fried skewers.

"Good idol!"

Wen Jie Ling wanted to laugh when Zhao Xiaojing glared at him. It was the first time he saw such a lively expression on this sous chef who pretended to be serious.

"Little Mosquito, why are you calling Jingjing your idol?"

Fan Guiying finished her mung bean ice cream and joined in the chat.

"Old lady, don't you think you look a little more handsome after seeing me this time?"

Wen Jie Ling narcissistically leaned forward and asked.

"Hahahaha, Mosquito, you think so much!" Yunyun laughed.

"Let me see... well... he looks more handsome now, his face has some flesh on it, and it's not as pointy as before."

Fan Guiying cooperated with Wen Jieling, put on glasses and looked around.

"That's right, the snake-like face has turned into a cone-shaped face!" Wen Zhiyi joked.

"Grandpa, you are so mean! What you said is the same thing!"

Wen Jie Ling was anxious.

A group of people laughed.

"Grandma, I got these few pounds of meat thanks to Zhao idol. Since she came to the construction site, I have eaten well twice a day! I eat three servings of fried food and two bowls of rice every day!"

"Hiss...Mom, are you in need of college students to carry bricks at your construction site? I want to go too!"

When Yunyun heard that Wen Jieling could eat fried skewers every day, she was extremely envious.

Wen Yulan glanced at her daughter, laughed at her, ignored her, and turned to tease Wen Jieling.

"Little Mosquito is great, he can eat two meals a day! Wouldn't your parents be moved to tears?"

"You can't eat two meals a day! It's bad for your stomach. Scientists have found that three meals a day is the most in line with the biological laws of the human body. Only by sticking to the good habit of three meals a day can you ensure nutritional balance and maintain good health!"

When Fan Guiying heard about Wen Jie Ling's unhealthy habits, she immediately taught him some health tips.

Before Wen Jie Ling could say anything, Wen Yulan was the first to laugh when she heard Fan Guiying's words.

"Mom, you don't know how picky this kid is about food. His parents want to feed him with a bowl! He won't eat anything with shells, thorns, hair, or strong smells. Two bowls of rice a day is already good enough. Haven't you seen him skipping meals and just eating a few bites of potato chips?"

Zhao Xiaojing was shocked, and she had a deeper understanding of Wen Jie Ling's picky eating. Last time, she heard him say that he would not eat ugly food, soy products, or smelly food, and she already thought he was too picky. She didn't expect that he had said less.

No wonder I only hear him talking at breakfast every time and never see him eat a single bite for a long time.

"So Zhao is my idol, I will eat all the fried food she makes!"

Wen Jie Ling was not ashamed of her outrageous picky eating and said with pride.

"Looking at it this way, Xiaowenzi has indeed gained a lot of weight, and his face is so big now."

"Old man, you are insulting me again!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Time passed unknowingly as they were having fun. By the time Aunt Niu called for dinner, they had almost digested the bowl of smoothie and washed their hands and went to the table.

Wen Yulan said that there were a lot of people today, so she specially invited a chef to come and cook.

The restaurant has already laid out a large table full of dishes. The colors and types are well matched.

Near the center was a spicy crab with plenty of ingredients, next to it was a casserole of pork ribs and lotus root soup, steamed pearl glutinous rice balls, steamed sea bass, and roasted chicken with dried beans. On the periphery were winter melon and shrimp soup, eggplant with garlic paste, fried tofu with Chinese cabbage, and preserved egg with cold dressing.

In the middle are the fried foods made by Zhao Xiaojing. She re-fried a little of each and arranged them carefully, putting them together on a large plate and sprinkling dipping sauce on each.

Zhao Xiaojing felt a little embarrassed when she saw the placement of the dish, but the others' eyes lit up and they were all staring at the fried food in the middle with great joy.

"Mom and Dad, would you like a drink today?"

"Drink some!"

Fan Guiying waved her hand.

Wen Yulan generously weighed out two bottles of red wine and a pot of yellow wine. The old couple drank the yellow wine, and they drank the red wine.

White wine is too spicy, so they usually don’t drink it at family banquets.

Yunyun rushed to open the bottle of red wine and started pouring it glass by glass.

"Jingjing, do you drink? I forgot to ask you."

Wen Yulan has a good alcohol tolerance, and Yunyun and Wen Jieling also drink a little every time, but Zhao Xiaojing is not sure if she can drink.

"Have a drink."

Seeing that everyone had tried it, Zhao Xiaojing also became eager to try.

"Then I'll pour it for you first. If you're not used to it later, you don't have to drink it."

"Jingjing, you try it first. You can't change the drink after drinking it. We drink because we are happy, not because of persuading others to drink."

"Yes! Girl, don't compare yourself with them in drinking. Estimate the amount yourself."

Yunyun poured wine for Zhao Xiaojing, and Fan Guiying and Wen Zhiyi followed suit and gave her specific instructions, to which Zhao Xiaojing agreed with a smile.

"Come on, I'm the oldest, let me raise a glass first. This glass is for Jingjing and Xiaowenzi. Thank you for coming. It's a great honor for us to have you here during this Mid-Autumn Festival. We welcome you to come often. Come on, let's toast together!"

Mr. Wen took the lead, and everyone clinked their glasses and took a big sip.

"Old man, I'm really not used to you talking so seriously. You didn't act like this the last time I came here! This is discriminatory treatment."

After taking the first sip, everyone started eating, except Wen Jie Ling, who sat still and complained about Mr. Wen.

"Eat your meal!" Wen Yulan immediately slapped Wen Jie Ling on the head.

"Jingjing, this is delicious!" Yunyun excitedly looked at the fried garlic pork ribs that she had just taken a half bite of, and quickly picked up another piece and put it in Zhao Xiaojing's bowl.

"I think this is delicious!" Zhao Xiaojing was eating pearl glutinous rice balls and put one in Yunyun's bowl.

This pearl glutinous rice meatball is a specialty of Yangcheng. You need to soak the glutinous rice in water the night before, mix the meat filling the next day, squeeze the meat filling into balls after adjusting the taste, and finally roll it on the glutinous rice, coat it with a layer of glutinous rice and steam it.

It takes a lot of effort to make good glutinous rice balls. Not only do they need to be round and pearl-shaped, but they also need to not fall apart when steamed. The ones made by Wenjia are great.

The outside is glutinous, but the meat inside is chewy and tasty.

"Jingjing knows how to eat. This is the specialty of the chef we invited."

Wen Yulan saw that Zhao Xiaojing knew what was good, so she introduced it to her.

"Try their pork ribs and lotus root soup. The lotus roots used are from Honghu Lake, and they have become powdery and very sticky."

Wen Yulan turned the pork ribs and lotus root soup over and adjusted the direction of the large spoon beside it.

"Try it."

"Delicious! The lotus root is fragrant, soft, glutinous and sweet! The soup is delicious too."

"Sister Yunyun."

Zhao Xiaojing then transferred the lotus root soup to Yunyun next to her.

"No, no, it takes up space in my stomach and delays my fried food."

Yunyun was holding a chicken carcass and chewing it until her mouth was full of oil.

"Girl, how did you come up with this fried duck neck? It smells really good and is perfect for drinking."

"Come on, come on, the old man has said it, so let's satisfy him and touch another one!"

Fan Guiying picked up the wine glass.

"Then let's drink this cup to wish the old couple good health and that they can drink every year!"

Wen Jie Ling followed suit.

"May Mom and Dad be healthy and live a long life!"

“Grandpa and grandma lived to be a hundred years old!”

"One hundred years old!"

Everyone at the table was enjoying the meal and they all stood up and clinked their glasses.

After drinking half a glass of red wine, the mellow and astringent taste spread in her mouth. Zhao Xiaojing remembered the bayberry and lychee ice drink she had learned from the system before.

It was mentioned in the system tutorial that you can also add red wine to the prepared bayberry and lychee ice drink. After adding it, you can get a glass of ice red wine with a strong fruity flavor. I wonder what it tastes like?

"What's wrong with Jingjing? Are you not used to drinking?"

Fan Guiying noticed that Zhao Xiaojing was staring at the red wine in a daze and asked with concern.

"Did your idol drink too much? Would you like to change the drink?"

"No, no, I just think this red wine tastes good."

"Sure, Jingjing is pretty good, even her drinking capacity is compatible with our family!"

"Then I will raise my third cup to wish my dear parents eternal youth, and I wish you young people to live a happy and comfortable life!"

"I also wish my mother to be forever beautiful and vigorous!"

"Hahaha, Yunyun is just sweet to her mother!"

"I also wish my grandpa can catch big fish every day! My grandma can lead the dance every day! Jingjing can make more and more money every day! Brother Wen can stop choking when he speaks every day!"

"Haha! This girl..."

As the glasses clinked, everyone's face was flushed with a layer of rosy clouds.

Old Man Wen talked more and more, telling everyone about the difficult days when he was young. Old Mrs. Fan looked at him sideways and silently drank most of the wine in his glass.

Wen Jie Ling and Yun Yun listened with great interest and kept talking, and they cleaned up the bottom of a large plate of fried food.

Zhao Xiaojing became more and more addicted to the lotus root soup. Seeing that she liked it so much, Wen Yulan specially adjusted the position and placed the casserole directly in front of Zhao Xiaojing, watching her eat with a smile.

After the sunset dyed the sky red, the night gradually fell. The people at the table talked and listened, drank for a long time, and the laughter continued...