The Alpha Boss’s Thousand-layer Routine - Chapter 83

In the not-so-spacious kitchen, Meng Qing was cutting vegetables, and Dai Yuanqin was processing fish in front of the sink.

Wen Mi looked at the kitchen worriedly, afraid that his mother would say something to Meng Qing. Meng Xi on the side only felt that since Aunt Dai came here, the atmosphere at home was a bit solemn. Seeing Wen Mi’s appearance, Meng Xi was also a little nervous.

“Brother Wen Mi, isn’t your mother cooking bad?”

“…” Wen Mi’s nervousness was completely dissipated by Meng Xi’s words, a little bit dumbfounded, “No, she cooks well.”

“Huh? Then don’t worry too much about Wen Mi, my little dad is familiar with him, and he will quickly get acquainted with anyone. They will get along very well.” Meng Xi guessed the reason for Wen Mi’s nervousness and never thought about it. Some people will be dissatisfied with his brother.

Wen Mi couldn’t explain it, so he nodded. He wanted to go in and help, but there was no room for a third person in the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Meng Qing and Meng Xi said the same, self-cooked and enthusiastic. While cutting vegetables, they asked Dai Yuanqin if they needed side dishes. Originally, Dai Yuanqin was only planning to bring the fish over, so he talked to Wen Mi by the way. After seeing Meng Qing busy in the kitchen, he somehow started handling the fish. Now that Meng Qing asked, Dai Yuanqin simply wanted to make the fish directly.

“Stew some tofu fish soup, Wen Mi loves it.”

Meng Qing glanced at the cut tomatoes on hand. Originally, he planned to make a tomato egg soup. Now let’s change it to scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Meng Qingying thought of Wen Mi while cutting the tofu into pieces. He remembered that Wen Mi had a mediocre response to fish soup when he came to the house for dinner, not like a fish soup.

Dai Yuanqin prepared the fish for boiling, but it was the first time for her to use Wen Mi’s stove.

“This is old, you have to keep pressing it.”

Meng Qing stepped forward to help and caught fire easily. Although he was also the first time, Wen Mi had taught him before. But Dai Yuanqin didn’t know. She looked at Meng Qing’s proficiency, as if she came often. No outsider who was a mother was familiar with her son’s home.

“Our family can cook, except for my youngest son. Don’t think he is Alpha but he is the best in our family’s cooking skills.” It’s rare to see her future relatives, Meng Qing praised her cubs and earned money. good impression.

“It’s just that he is on a temporary business trip, otherwise he can still make dinner for us.” Meng Qing didn’t know Dai Yuanqin came over after dinner, and asked her whether the food was salty or sweet.

Dai Yuanqin stewed the fish soup and listened to Meng Qing’s words, as if he was very satisfied with his family’s Wen Mi, and could not see a trace of mind.

The fish soup was simmering on the stove, and Meng Qing started cooking on the other stove. Dai Yuanqin also wanted to show off, but he had no place.

“Wen Mi, the soy sauce is gone, is there a new one at home?”

“Yes.” Wen Mi took out a new bottle of soy sauce from the locker and sent it over.

“Is this brand recommended to you by Heshi?” Meng Qing took over the new soy sauce, his family used this brand.

“Yes, he said that was good when he went to the supermarket that day.” Wen Mi was a little uncomfortable when he heard Meng Qing not calling Ling He.

“Your brand is a bit salty.”

“He said the same. He said this taste is a little sweeter for me, but I haven’t used it yet.”

“You’ll find out after eating it in a while, you must like it.”

Wen Mi and Meng Qing chatted casually. Dai Yuanqin, who couldn’t talk to the side, looked very dazzling. She didn’t expect Wen Mi to have such a good relationship with Ling Heshi’s dad, and she never saw Wen Mi and her at home. Talk intimately.

Meng Qing left the stove after cooking. Dai Yuanqin didn’t want Meng Qing to think that his mother would never cook for his son once, so she wanted to add a dish. She opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients she had, but found that apart from eggs and some small greens, she had no vegetables or meat.

Not only that, but what made Dai Yuanqin even more surprised was that the refrigerator was filled with airtight boxes of various sizes, filled with different kinds of side dishes.

“Auntie, what are you looking for, can I help you?” Meng Xi saw Dai Yuanqin standing in front of the refrigerator for a while, and took the initiative to step forward. Seeing her looking at the sealed boxes, she casually explained, “The ones with blue lids are my little ones. Dad and aunt made them, and the red lid ones were made by my brother. My dad was afraid that Wen Mi and…were too busy to cook, so he asked him to bring some small dishes back.”

Meng Xi patted his chest. He was almost about to talk about Brother Wen Mi and his brother. Doesn’t this reveal the fact that the two always live together.

Nothing in the refrigerator was given by the family, which made Dai Yuanqin’s face difficult. She nodded politely and said to taste it for a while, and closed the refrigerator.

At dinner, Wen Mi watched Dai Yuanqin also sit over, knowing that his mother had eaten it, so the rice was served very little specially. When Meng Qing asked, she only said that she had a small appetite.

Meng Qing enthusiastically served Dai Yuanqin with dishes, and each dish was sweeter than what she cooked, not the taste they were used to.

Dai Yuanqin didn’t like it, but Wen Mi was eating very fragrantly, wondering when Wen Mi’s taste changed so much?

The fish soup on the dinner table was made by Dai Yuanqin. Wen Mi was afraid that she would always eat the dishes made by Meng Qing and Dai Yuanqin would be upset, so she kept eating tofu and fish.

“Wen Mi didn’t eat the fish belly.” Meng Qing clamped a piece of tender fish belly to Wen Mi, and another piece to Meng Xi.

Wen Lu loves to eat fish and doesn’t spit thorns. As long as there are fish on the dinner table at Wen Mi’s family, the fish’s belly is warm. In fact, Wen Lu spit out thorns.

There was not much meat on the belly of a fish. Dai Yuanqin watched Wen Mi take another piece away, and couldn’t help taking the rest of the fish belly to Meng Xi.

Meng Xi and Wen Lu are about the same size, so Dai Yuanqin naturally feels that the big one should let the small one.

“Xiao Xi eat more, fish is good.”

“Ah, thank you Auntie.” Meng Xi looked at the large piece of fish belly in the bowl, “Brother Wen Mi, I’ll share it with you.”

Without waiting for Wen Mi to answer Meng Xi, he divided it in half.

Seeing the two children sharing, Dai Yuanqin was a little dazed, as if she had never seen this scene in her family.

Meng Qing didn’t say much while eating, but had some thoughts in her heart. Before Dai Yuanqin said that Wen Mi loves to drink fish soup, she didn’t say that she would save some for her own children, so why did she give it all to Meng Xi.

After eating, Meng Xi and Wen Mi talked about school matters. Meng Qing said occasionally that Wen Mi’s relaxed and relaxed manner could not see the silence and introversion at home.

Dai Yuanqin had a tasteless meal. When Wen Mi mentioned that Xiao Lu also liked the fried chicken in the school cafeteria, she finally had a chance to interject.

“No wonder this kid, Xiao Lu, recently came back to eat less. He ate a lot of fried chicken secretly.” Dai Yuanqin breathed a sigh of relief, as if she felt that she was also involved, but she didn’t know that the only thing she mentioned was Wen Lu. .

After eating, Dai Yuanqin received a call from her husband, asking her why she hadn’t returned after being out for so long.

Dai Yuanqin returned the phone, turned his head and took a look. Wen Mi packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen, talking and laughing with Meng Qing, as if he was separated.

“I want to talk to Wen Mi and go back later.”

“What can I say to that stinky boy? When three sentences are inseparable from Linghe, if you can’t make sense, you should come back early. This kid is too old to manage.”

Dai Yuanqin listened to her husband’s words and thought about the scene of the meal just now. Wen Mi and Meng Xi were like brothers when they were chatting. They also didn’t hear when they mentioned Ling He, but there were still endless topics. Even at home, Wen Mi didn’t chat with his brother.

At this moment, Dai Yuanqin felt that she didn’t understand or recognize her son.