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

"What Jingjing cooked is delicious! Why be polite? We should be honest. Grandma, you are eating very happily too." Yunyun winked and Fan Guiying pretended to hit her a few times in anger.

"Who is the same as you! Little monkey!"

"Grandma, I made a new variety this time, one I've never made for you before. Don't you want to try it? Then I'll take it back?" Zhao Xiaojing was infected by the playful atmosphere of the family and started joking with Fan Guiying.

"Oh! That won't work! Take your grandma back and leave the things behind!" Wen Zhiyi acted anxious, and the four people in the room burst into laughter.

As they were chatting, Aunt Niu very considerately brought over two small pots of sweet soup made by Zhao Xiaojing and placed them under the air conditioner, and also took out a few spoons and small bowls.

Looking at the cool steam coming out of the sweet soup pot, the people in the room began to look forward to it, chatting while waiting for Wen Jin and Wen Yulan.

Ten minutes later, the sound of the yard door closing was heard outside the door. Yunyun was the first to jump up, and Zhao Xiaojing also got up quickly.

"Mom, my uncle!" Yunyun opened the door.

Wen Yulan and Wen Jin got out of the car one after another, and the driver Xiao Wu drove the car to the corner and parked it.

"Smelly Yunyun! Let me see if you've gained weight!" Wen Jin happily embraced Yunyun and without saying anything, he lifted her up by her armpits. "Oh, it's heavy! Much heavier than Wen Sihui!"

"Uncle!" Yunyun struggled with a reluctant look on her face, "Can you have some sense of boundaries? I'm already in my twenties! Can you not do this every time?"

"What's wrong with being in my twenties? Am I not your uncle in my twenties?" Wen Jin smiled and rubbed Yunyun's head, and Yunyun ran away with a sour face.

"Aunt Wen, Uncle." Zhao Xiaojing came out and greeted them.

"Jingjing, this is Yunyun's uncle, Wen Jin, this is my goddaughter Jingjing." Wen Yulan introduced with a smile, which scared Zhao Xiaojing.

Aunt Wen dared to make a joke and shout nonsense, but she didn't dare to recognize her randomly. She had status and position, and the old man's family was not simple either. She didn't dare to marry into a higher class!

"Hello." Wen Jin turned his head to look at Wen Yulan, nodded politely to Zhao Xiaojing, and walked in, opening his arms to hug Fan Guiying. "Dad, Mom! Oh, the old lady looks younger again!"

"Oh, you keep doing this every day! You are the only one who knows how to act like a spoiled child!" Fan Guiying had a look of disgust on her face, her mouth was smiling so hard that she couldn't close it, and she opened her arms and hugged Wen Jin back.

"Oh, Wen Daiyu is back!" Wen Zhiyi looked up at his youngest son and complained, with a smile on his face.

Yunyun complained that the sweet soup would get hot in a while if she didn't drink it, so the whole family immediately sat neatly around the coffee table on the sofa.

"Grandpa and grandma, we have red bean milk ice and mung bean milk ice. Which one do you want?"

Aunt Niu helped to bring the pot over, and Zhao Xiaojing picked up the big spoon and asked the old couple.

"Give me a green bean one!"

"red beans!"

"Don't add sugar, give them less!" As soon as the old couple chose different flavors, Wen Jin raised his hand to stop them, "We are old, we need to control the sugar intake, and we can't eat too much cold food!"

The family was used to this and just smiled and said nothing. Wen Zhiyi rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Zhao Xiaojing nodded and served two small half bowls. After serving, she took out a food box containing condiments and sprinkled dried osmanthus on the mung beans and chopped tangerine peel on the red beans.

Wen Yulan and Yunyun's eyes lit up at the same time, and they helped to carry the bowls.

After serving everyone what they wanted, a group of people sat down around the sofa, all quietly eating their ice cream without anyone speaking a word.

Wen Jin was careless at first. After he casually scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth, he was stunned for a moment, and then he became crazy and finished the last bite of red bean ice in the bowl in a short while.

The red bean paste is very dense and has been cooked completely soft. It has an extra mellow milky flavor, which is thick, but not as thick as creamer, but a natural fragrance with a lingering aftertaste. Add in the tangerine peel, and there is a unique sweet aftertaste that whets your appetite.

Wen Jin held the empty bowl with an endless aftertaste, glanced at the pot on the coffee table, picked up the spoon swiftly and continued to serve the mung bean ice.

"Only the officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps." Yunyun muttered softly, and Wen Yulan heard it and patted her with a smile.

"Mom and Dad, where did you buy this? Aunt Niu's cooking skills are definitely not this good." Wen Jin was eating another bowl of mung bean ice and felt indescribably refreshed and comfortable.

"This is made by Jingjing. The ones sold outside are not as delicious as this one." Fan Guiying smiled. "Our Jingjing is a great cook."

Wen Jin was startled for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Zhao Xiaojing carefully.

So young? How can you have such a skill?

"Don't eat so much. We have dinner soon." Wen Yulan saw Yunyun wanted to have another bowl after finishing her meal, so she quickly spoke out to stop her.

"Mom, I don't want to eat dinner!"

Yunyun replied quickly and picked up the big spoon.

"That's great. We'll also have Jingjing's fried skewers for dinner. No one will compete with us for it!"

Mr. Wen deliberately spoke loudly and happily.

Yunyun froze in her tracks, her hand suspended in mid-air, and finally she added only a small spoonful with a broken heart.

She just had red bean ice, she has to try the mung bean ice!

"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 smiled and waved her hand.

The Wen family's happy family atmosphere with three generations living together is something she has 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 family happiness was. After coming to the Wen family, she really realized the beauty of this word. Zhao Xiaojing likes this family atmosphere very much and thinks the feelings of the Wen family are very precious. She doesn't think about making things troublesome at all.

"Fried skewers? Mom and Dad, are you still eating?" Wen Jin's sensitive radar immediately went on alert, and he put down his spoon and looked at Zhao Xiaojing. "Did you make the fried skewers too?"

"Yes, uncle." Zhao Xiaojing nodded, not understanding why.

"Eat your food! You’re meddling in everything! Today is a holiday, and Jingjing was kind enough to make something and bring it here." Wen Zhiyi glared at Wen Jin and said threateningly.

Wen Jin watched Wen Zhiyi open his mouth and then close it, his eyes suddenly filled with grievance, and he saw that the familiar drama was about to happen again.