Siheyuan: All the birds want to die, I enjoy happiness

"Okay, if you really want to know, go ask your dad when you get home tonight. Didn't you say you can cook? Come on, take a look at these cut vegetables. Are there any that you can cook? I want to try your cooking skills today." Li Changyun didn't want to bring up these things again, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Ah? Me? I can do it, uncle. Then you get up and I'll do it." Su Xingchen didn't expect Li Changyun to ask him to cook directly. He came in just to help wash the vegetables, but when he got closer, he found that the vegetables had already been washed and cut.

However, since his father-in-law asked him to cook, he couldn't refuse. After all, his cooking skills were not bad now, and he also had a treasure in his space - a certain Hua seasoning.

If this happened in later generations, he would rather throw away this seasoning than eat it. People on the Internet say that one production line is used to dismantle the thirteen spices, and another production line is used to change the packaging. Although I know this is a joke, if I really ask him to eat it, I'm sorry, I really won't eat it.

However, at that time, there were fewer seasonings, and most people were reluctant to use too much oil in cooking. If you added a little seasoning, the taste of the dish could be said to be very good. Another reason why He Yuzhu's cooking was so popular was the seasonings passed down from his family, which was basically a mixture of thirteen spices, which made the dishes taste more flavorful.

The key to big pot dishes is taste. The better the taste, the more people will eat it, so people in the factory naturally like to eat it. And making small table dishes is even more so, because they are the descendants of official cuisine after all.

"Okay, the apron is behind you, put it on yourself." Li Changyun nodded, then pointed at the apron behind Su Xingchen. He wanted to see how good Su Xingchen's cooking skills were. It couldn't be the same as his father's, right?

Su Xingchen had no idea what Li Changyun was thinking. He put on an apron and started cooking. Looking at the fish that had been killed, he planned to make braised fish and stir-fry a few other dishes to let Li Changyun know his cooking skills.

"Uncle, the fireworks are too loud in here. Why don't you stay outside? I'll be alone in here." Su Xingchen said.

"Oh, it's okay, I'll just stay here." Li Changyun waved his hand and said, he would not go out, he had already made up his mind, he would just stand here and watch Su Xingchen cook, if Su Xingchen's cooking was really not good, he would quickly stop him and then take over the cooking himself, he did not trust Su Weiguo's son's cooking skills.

After all, it was because he trusted Su Weiguo too much that he got diarrhea after eating, and he didn't want to do the same thing this time. But he soon realized that he was overthinking it. He looked at Su Xingchen's movements of flipping the spoon and swinging the pot, and he felt a little confused.

If he didn't know that Su Xingchen was studying education, he would have thought he was studying cooking. There was nothing he could do. Looking at Su Xingchen's movements, he was just like Lao Tian who was cooking. Can you stand it?

As the two were talking, Su Xingchen was cooking. To Li Changyun's shock, Su Xingchen had already cooked two dishes.

"Old Li! What are you doing? Why is Chenzi cooking?" Zheng Hua also walked in at this time. She thought that the two of them would just stand there coldly without saying anything, and she could come in to ease the atmosphere. Who knew that when she walked in, it was Su Xingchen cooking.