My Little Happiness - Chapter 66

She looked at it and picked it up and heard the voice of Cong Mu over the phone, “When will you and your brother come back! Waiting for you to eat New Year’s Eve!”

Cong Rong was stagnant and quickly calmed down. He responded softly to the phone and said, “Mom, wait for a while.”

After talking, holding the phone and yelling at Zhong Zhen, “Zhong Zhen! Didn’t you tell the family not to go home for the New Year?”

Zhong Zhen was stealing at the table and answered vaguely, “No, I thought you would say …”

After talking, the chopsticks fell to the table all at once, and there was no tears in one face. “Sister … what should I do?”

Cong Rong was also at a loss. Wen Shaoqing pulled away his cell phone and said, beckoning Zhong Zhen over, and then the two went out together. When Cong Rong responded, he had hung up the phone.

Wen Shaoqing returned the phone to her, “Auntie said, let you take the time to go back after the New Year.”

Cong Rong suddenly had a bad hunch, “What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.” Wen Shaoqing looked at Zhong Zhen. “Just said you are having a New Year at my house.”

Cong Rongye turned his head to look at Zhong Zhen, and Zhong Zhen said with a smile, “I told my aunt that the elder sister came to the door for the first time.

Cong Rong has always believed that force cannot solve the problem, but now he feels that he can at least solve the problem of heart fire, and slaps hello to Zhong Zhen.

Zhong Zhen was so frightened that Cong Rong turned his muzzle to scratch the original warrior Wen Shaoqing, “That’s not the case! Why don’t you tell the truth!

Grandma Wen watched the two of them happily, passing by with a smile. “Don’t fight, Shaoqing, let’s be a little clever.”

Cong Rong did not dare to make an order in front of his elders, and immediately closed his hand, standing upright and pretending to look at the scenery.

Wen Shaoqing tilted his head to one side and kept shaking his shoulders.

After a while, Cong Rong remembered, “Shall I … go to the kitchen to help?”

Wen Shaoqing looked at her with a smile instead of a smile, “When people go to see their parents, they are always picky at what they do. Why are you coming back?”

Cong Rong knew that he was laughing at her, pursed his lips in disapproval, “not all to test cooking skills …”

Wen Shaoqing smiled and narrowed, “Everything is to be tested in cooking?”

He calmly met his interesting eyes, turned his eyes rigidly, and muttered in a low voice, “It’s nothing.”

“Our family has a low threshold, don’t pay attention to those.” Wen Shaoqing no longer teases her, and takes her to the kitchen, “but I can take you to pretend.”

The grandmother in the kitchen was mixing the juice of the sweet and sour pork ribs. When they saw the two of them coming in, they started to chase people.

Wen Shaoqing pushed Cong Rong forward, “Grandma, Cong Rong said that she would not be able to help with cooking, and wanted to come and talk with you.”

Grandma Wen looked up at Cong Rong in surprise, “Don’t stand, there is a stool over there, sit down and say.”

Wen Shaoqing turned around in the kitchen and went out after finding a reason.

Cong Rong liked this family from the bottom of his heart, and was uncomfortable talking and chatting, listening to Grandma Wen telling her about Wen Shaoqing’s childhood.

After the last dumpling came to the table, Father Wen suddenly looked at Wen Shaoqing. Wen Shaoqing nodded intently, and then turned his head to ask Zhong Zhen, “Do you want to be together?”

Zhong Zhen stared at the dish in front of her with chopsticks, “What?”

Wen Shaoqing followed Wen’s father and went to the kitchen. “Surgeon’s basic skills, go and see.”

Probably this kind of situation often happens, everyone else is not surprised, Cong Rong is a little curious, so he went and watched it.

In the kitchen, there are prepared cooked tofu cut into pieces, hot pot, put oil, pick up one piece with chopsticks and put in oil, gradually change the strength as the tofu is cooked, then fold it back in the plate and change another piece , Tofu cannot slip off the chopsticks during the whole process.

Tofu is tender and fragile. Tofu with chopsticks is a technical job. It is too light to hold. Tofu will slip from the middle of the chopsticks. If it is too heavy, it will break the tofu. It is just right to hold the tofu in the oil pan.

After a demonstration by Wen Shaoqing, he turned to look at Zhong Zhen.

Zhong Zhen hesitated, “What if I lose?”

“Lost?” Wen Shaoqing glanced at Cong Rong with a smile. “If you lose, you will send me your cousin to be my wife.”

Cong Rong glared at him, Wen Shaoqing smiled more happily.

Father Wen looked at the two people who were frowning and smiled, “Go ahead? Cong Rong is the referee.”

The three started around the oil pan quickly. The father and son had no clinical experience to say. The speed and success rate were similar. Zhong Zhen had to practice, either crushed, or the tofu fell into the oil pan halfway. .

Cong Rong couldn’t look away. She suddenly felt that the doctor’s hand was magical, so amazing that it was awesome. When you picked up the scalpel with both hands, you could save lives. prepare for.

Wen Shaoqing’s fingers were slender and strong, and he picked up the tofu and had a calm weight. At the end of the day, he suddenly looked up and smiled at her, and the movements of his men slowed down slowly.

At the end, Cong Rong counted and smiled and applauded, “Uncle won!”

Father Wen wiped his hands with a smile, looked at Wen Shaoqing deeply, and turned out of the kitchen.

Cong Rong had a rare opportunity to ridicule Wen Shaoqing and restrained his assessment, “Ginger is still old and spicy.”

Wen Shaoqing put his hands behind his back, bent over her ear and whispered, “I can win three years ago, but just give him a face and make him happy.”

Cong Rong looked at him proudly, pouring cold water lightly, “How can your father not know that you are letting him, maybe who is coaxing and happy.”

Wen Shaoqing’s eyelids applauded, “Lawyer Cong is really as attentive as possible. It seems that in the future, you will have to spend more time to disguise.”

Cong Rong glanced at him with a self-esteem, “I’m very sensible and don’t need others to coax.”

Wen Shaoqing’s pretending face suddenly realized, “It turns out that this is the case, and yes, lawyer Cong has hidden food-eating attributes, no need to coax, just eat.”

Cong Rong stared at him angrily, “You …”

Wen Shaoqing looked at her in a leisurely manner, waiting for her following, but Cong Rong was powerless to refute.

Zhong Zhen was still struggling with tofu over there, and it was terrible. Finally, he threw chopsticks in frustration. “My self-confidence has received unprecedented trauma. I need to chew on my elbow … . ”