Du Wenjuan insisted on making them feel the warm connection from their family, and insisted on cooking a meal for them at home.

Jiang Wang lived to be twenty-eight years old, as if he had just learned that his father and mother were quite good at craftsmanship.

Peng Jiahui is a native of Hongcheng. The steamed vegetable lotus root soup is exactly the same as that of the old grandfather and the old lady. The seasoning is rich and the fried fish is fragrant.

Du Wenjuan is good at making Southeast Asian dishes. The thick oily red sauce is simmered on a low fire, and the sweet and sour fish lion head is a must.

When Jiang Wang was eating, he was a little bit? Suddenly, his childhood memories were deliberately forgotten to almost nothing, so there are so many things worth remembering.

"Brother has already drank two bowls of soup! Mom, your craftsmanship is really good. I can't wait to eat the rice you cook every day!"

"Why are you still called brother?" Du Wenjuan couldn't help laughing and crying: "Didn't you teach me? You should be called uncle."

Jiang Wang coughed lightly, not very good at being his own uncle.

"Just let the children be happy, and tell my uncle to show old age."

However, at the beginning of cooking, it was alright, but after the third time, Du Wenjuan's pregnancy reaction came up again, and she kept the door closed and vomited quietly, not daring to let them know.

Jiang Wang noticed something, knocked on the door and said, "Let's go out to eat, it's hard work for you."

Du Wenjuan quickly cleaned up, and opened the door with an apologetic expression: "I'm really sorry, but it's not really a problem."

She looked at the fish on the chopping board, and was reluctant to let go: "Actually, I have almost cleaned up, and it's cooked very quickly."

"Pregnant women shouldn't smell the fumes." Jiang Wang knew that she felt bad for these fish and vegetables, and washed his hands and said, "This way, I'll do it, you can teach me at the door."

He smiled sideways, as if he had noticed something.

"It's a coincidence that I've never been taught how to cook when I'm so old."

Peng Xingwang was trying to come over to help, and when he heard the sound, he poked his little head in: "I want to learn too!"

Du Wenjuan thought about it and seemed to be fine. Wen Sheng taught him how to change the knife for fish, how to peel ginger, and how to pat garlic.

Jiang Wangzhen was learning for the first time.

He didn't even know how much oil to put in frying fish, so that Du Wenjuan couldn't help but teach him while laughing.

She is now about the same age as him, only five or six years older, but she is quite familiar with running the house.

"Forget it, when the oil is hot, you should pinch a pinch of salt with your hands and spread it evenly around the pan, so that the fish skin will not stick to the pan."

Jiang Wang carefully studied a certain part of what she taught, and actually fried a decent fish.

He prepared meat and vegetable dishes as she instructed, and made egg drop soup.

Surprised by the end.

"It's more convenient to cook with your own hands." He murmured, "So it's so fast."

"Yeah, don't go out to eat. Many restaurants outside use oil and meat that are not clean." Du Wenjuan was also very fond of such family moments, and said with a smile: "If you want to learn other dishes in the future, you can give them to me at any time. Call, I have learned some dishes from the north and the south? I can help you."

"Well, definitely."

Holidays always go by so fast, and the scenery on the boat is fleeting?

Peng Xingwang once again confirmed his existence with his mother. He was much more relaxed than when he came here, and he deliberately kissed Du Wenjuan's stomach through his coat.

"You have to be obedient, and don't make mother suffer too much."

He raised his head and tiptoed to kiss his mother's face again.

"Wait until I see you next time!"

"Okay, mom will miss you every day." Du Wenjuan smiled softly, her hands wide open: "Just like in a storybook, does mom have? This-how loves you."

"Safe journey, my darling."

On the way back? Jiang Wang kept looking out the window at the endless rice fields.

He always felt like he had let go of something.

As people grow up, they will bear some shackles before they know it. They look around but can't see anything.

Maybe he used to be afraid too.

Not suitable for close contact, let alone trusting family members.

When Du Wenjuan said goodbye, these emotions drifted away like lake water, and the traces faded away.

Ji Linqiu asked about the number of trains and drove over to pick them up.

Peng Xingwang called him on purpose yesterday, but today when he saw people's small suitcases, he couldn't even care about them, so he gave up and rushed over.

"Ji! Old! Teacher!"

"I! Super! Think! You!"

"The layer cake you taught me to make, my mother said it was very delicious! It was the first time she ate such a great cake!"

"Mr. Ji, I love you so much!"

Ji Linqiu hadn't heard the word love for a long time, and just at this moment, she met Jiang Wang's eyes, and the tips of her ears were a little hot.

"I miss you too." He deliberately squatted down and hugged Peng Xingwang for a while.

When the child found something, he pouted and said, "I want to grow to two meters high, so I will bend over and hug you from now on."

"Two meters? It's taller than me? Ah." Jiang Wang hangs from behind, "Be careful when it is struck by thunder."

"elder brother!"

After the luggage and gifts were put away in the trunk, Ji Linqiu habitually sat back in the driver's seat, fastened the seat belt, inserted the key and started the engine to drive smoothly.

"By the way, someone else at home sent it..." Halfway through his words, he realized that Jiang Wang was looking at him: "What am I doing?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Wang turned his head to one side, and pretended to hold his head with his hands, but he was actually hiding his smile: "You look handsome in a car."

Ji Linqiu raised his eyebrows, skillfully changed directions and changed lanes, and continued: "I sent a big fish, a bucket of grass eggs, a bucket of rapeseed oil, and two live geese."

"I don't know how to take care of the goose, so I'll leave it to Granny Feng to play with the sheep for now."

Jiang Wang's business is extensive, and there are naturally many people who give gifts.

Like red envelopes, bank cards, and shopping cards, of course, he will not accept them or refund them.

But there are always people who will run away after giving gifts, not even leaving a name.

The four bookstores, together with the customer service operations in the online store, support a lot of people, and many people are also willing to give gifts during Chinese New Year and festivals.

But in this era, many people like to express sincerity with living gifts.

- So fresh! so alive! Boss Jiang, you can see how much we like you! happy holidays!

Usually, when receive a cage of roosters and a few grass ducks, Jiang Wang usually asks his assistant to go to the nearby vegetable market to help kill and chop it, and then find a nearby restaurant to pay for the processing fee.

He learned to cook with Du Wenjuan for two days, but he was a little lost, and said suddenly, "Let's cook for the two of us."

Ji Linqiu was paying attention to the road conditions, turning the steering wheel to look sideways at him.

"at home?"

"I know how to cook fish. I learned it in Cizhou." Jiang Wang instructed Peng Xingwang to send another text message for him to ask how to cook catfish, with his knuckles on the steering wheel? Knocked twice: "Let's go, let's go to the vegetable market."

Ji Linqiu smiled but not smiled: "...Are you sure?"

"Sure." Jiang Wangtan said frankly, "It starts to burn at four o'clock,

Burned our pot and threw it out to eat. "

Du Wenjuan responded quickly to the text message. Not only did she post the entire process, but she also wrote down which side dishes to buy. The fish should be fried first and then stewed, either by releasing the water or adding beer.

After the three of them moved to Hehua Gaoyuan, they never cooked? Once they bought all the electrical appliances and kitchenware, they didn't even have a bag of rice at home, so they had to buy them on the spot.

Jiang Wang also felt that the stewed fish was not enough, so he bought some chives and wanted to scramble an egg and make a spinach soup.

After returning home, he simply packed his luggage and clothes, and Ji Linqiu led him to see the fish.

The bearded catfish is more than half a meter long and swims happily in the dripping bathtub.

Jiang Wang's smile froze.

"Is it so... long?"

"Yes." Ji Linqiu said with a smile: "The premise of cooking is to kill the fish."

Jiang Wang rolled up his sleeves, slammed his hands into the water, and picked up the fish.

The catfish couldn't bear this kind of grievance, and the long tail slammed the bow again, washing his face with water.

"hiss!"

Ji Linqiu was happily beside him: "Okay, we two are even now."

"Last time, it wasn't the fish I caught and hit you!" Jiang Wang wiped his face with the back of his hand, exasperated: "Let's go, go to the vegetable market to find someone to kill! Cut the scales clean, and eat it today!"

Hearing the words, the catfish has already jumped back into the bathtub, and it seems to have been lingering with the bathtub for a hundred years.

Ji Linqiu didn't help him wipe the ends of his hair, and sat on the edge of the bathtub with a smile: "If you praise me, I'll kill it for you."

Jiang Wang blinked: "You know this?"

"Well, did you cook with Grandpa Peng when I went to the country with you? Several times, I'm quite familiar with it." Ji Linqiu said calmly, "You can praise anything, and you can praise it five times, and don't repeat it."

Jiang Wang felt that the man's dignity was being challenged, he rolled up his sleeves and went to fish again, raised it up high, and was swept up in water again.

Ji Linqiu raised his eyes and said, "Fall, use force."

When the man heard the sound, he slammed it, and the catfish was knocked unconscious and temporarily lost the ability to resist.

"Go, go to the kitchen, I am Yushu Linfeng, a virtuous and generous teacher Ji, who can sing, dance and dance."

Ji Linqiu leaned over with two fingers and stuck the gills of the fish, and followed him to the kitchen.

"Hey, what are you bragging about?"

"boom!"

Cut off the fish head first.

"Wow—"

The tip of the knife pierced through the skin of the fish, penetrated from the back, and cut transversely along the bone line.

The huge catfish was removed from the gills, viscera, bones, and meat, and it was more smooth than driving before.

Ji Linqiu was very familiar with knives, so that only his fingertips were stained with blood, and there was a hint of evil when he looked at Sven.

The tip of the knife turned half a turn and nailed it to the chopping board, and he laughed.

"There are still thirty-four words left, continue to praise."

Jiang Wang's gaze descended from his black jade-like eyes, swept across the straight bridge of his nose from the arc of his lower jaw, and finally landed on his Adam's apple.

He suddenly realized that Ji Linqiu was a very charming man.

Mature and calm, and a little nasty when teasing.

It is his same sex, not the opposite sex who can love and be close at will.

Jiang Wang felt strange about this idea in his heart, and he also developed a somewhat irrelevant desire for possession and aggression.

Every time he saw Ji Linqiu showing blood, his throat would get dry, as if he was seduced.

"No compliments." The man took a deep breath for a second, looked back, and said with a half-smile, "Why is it hot in the room? Turn on the fan."

"Wait a minute," Ji Linqiu laughed: "Brother Jiang, where were you looking at me just now?"

Jiang Wang blinked.

"Look at the blood on your throat."

He took a step forward and pressed his slightly hot fingertips against his Adam's apple, wiping it sideways.

The voice is restrained, like hiding a secret.

"Okay, no thanks." w, please keep in mind:,