Cheng Wenjin was indeed a little busy. After helping her daughter, she went to accompany her classmates, folded, washed, cut... all kinds of life fell on her head alone, and for a moment, she was a little busy.

Just as I was about to cut the meat, suddenly a sound rang out from behind:

"Aunt Cheng, why don't I cut it for you?"

Cheng Wenjin looked back and said that he was not someone else. It was Wang Bo, the person who made her mutter secretly, wanted to catch her daughter and ask what was going on.

"Ah, is it Wang Bo?" Cheng Wenjin smiled and turned around, hooked his right hand and hooked the two hairs that fell into his ears. "No, no, no! Go and play with Xiaoya and the others. The visitor is a guest, so how can I ask you to help?"

"It's okay, Aunt Cheng. When I come to my house, I often help my mother's old man. Basically, the work in the kitchen is quite familiar. If you have to make so many dishes by yourself, you will definitely be too busy for a while. Let me cook some for you." As he said that, Wang Bo simply rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands at the sink. Seeing that there was a piece of two-killed meat on the chopping board to cut, he grabbed the meat in his hand, picked up the kitchen knife, and said to Cheng Wenjin on the side with a smile, "Aunt Cheng, what are you going to do with this meat? Slice or shredded?"

Cheng Wenjin didn't expect that Wang Bo was so proactive, but she was still embarrassed to let Wang Bo, the first guest who came to her house to help her, and continued to shirk Wang Bo and let Wang Bo go out to play.

Wang Bo, Tang Jian, Han Lin and others were all together for six and a half days a week, so what was fun? He had just learned about his girlfriend's dream and expectation for two lifetimes. He had a rough understanding of the boudoir that he had dreamed of and looked forward to for two lifetimes. He had a good wish and was not very interested in playing cards. It would be better to please the future "mother-in-law" and help the other party cook. Therefore, in the face of Cheng Wenjin's persuasion, Wang Bo just said it was okay. He was a poor child who had been in the family early, and he was used to doing housework, and he was itchy all over. Of course, he was lying, and he had only been in the kitchen two or three times since he was reborn, and he was just to please the beautiful women. At home, his mother Zeng Fanyu and her sister served him like a young master.

One asked to leave, the other wanted to stay, and was ruling, when suddenly Han Lin, Liao Xiaoqing and Tang Jian and three Liang Ya's classmates ran in and said they were coming to help Cheng Wenjin, which scared Cheng Wenjin. His daughter also followed behind and said as soon as she entered the door:

"Mom, they are all here to help you, and they can't even persuade you."

"Oh, you guys... are you so embarrassed?" Facing a group of enthusiastic little guests, Cheng Wenjin was so amused and crying that he even didn't speak much in Sichuan dialect.

When Wang Bo saw that the real person who had taken action came, he didn't mind turning his back and started to instruct: "Lingzi, come and wash ginger; bitch, come and peel garlic; Xiaoqing, Liang Ya, you two are responsible for making dishes and washing vegetables. Aunt Liang, what dishes are you going to cook today? I'll see if you still lack any seasonings."

Cheng Wenjin was completely shocked by Wang Bo's style of chefs who were just a little soldier and general. While hesitating, Liao Xiaoqing was the first to applaud and excitedly said to the people around him: "Haha, it seems that the boss is going to cook in person today. You all have good luck today."

I had heard Liao Xiaoqing brag about how great Wang Bo's cooking skills were. It was no worse than the chefs in the restaurant outside. However, Tang Jian and Han Lin, who had never been able to enjoy the benefits, immediately cheered and cheered loudly, saying that they must see the boss's skills today and see if he was talking about the war on paper, which was worthy of his reputation.

"Xiao Ya, you said that among your classmates who know how to cook... is Wang Bo?" After talking for a long time, Cheng Wenjin realized that his daughter said in the morning that there was a classmate who knows how to cook, was it Wang Bo?

"It's... it's him!" Liang Ya's face turned slightly red. She glanced at Wang Bo, but saw this guy holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and was extremely arrogant. She sent someone to put a high hat on him. "Wang Bo often tells us how delicious he cooks. When it comes to cooking, they all have sets of things, which makes us drool. Mom, just let him give it a try." Liang Ya didn't dare to say that she had tasted the love lunch made for her by her lover, so she had to use what Tang Jian and Han Lin said just now as an excuse.

Of course, Chen Wenjin would not believe everything about her daughter and a few of her classmates, because cooking is not that simple. She has been a housewife for more than ten years. When it comes to cooking, she can only say that she is careless and far from the standards of the four dishes: "color, fragrance, taste, and beauty". In her opinion, cooking, literature, music and other things are to some extent, an art. Art requires a certain degree of talent and understanding. You cannot achieve anything by hard work alone.

However, facing this little guy who had repeatedly created miracles in front of her, she did not dare to completely doubt the calm expression on the other person's face, the momentum and confidence in every move, undoubtedly showed her that this little guy might really have some ability in cooking.

Thinking of this, Cheng Wenjin began to look forward to it.

"Wang Bo, I plan to make a few Shanghai dishes and five or six Sichuan dishes. But I am not very good at Sichuan dishes. If it is not troublesome, why don't my aunt disturb you today?"

"Aunt Cheng, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? Cooking, reading, and listening to wonderful music are all kinds of good things in life. I am willing to make it and I can enjoy myself. Aunt Cheng, I am not familiar with Shanghai dishes, so you can cook them. Leave a few Sichuan dishes to me. Don't say how good it tastes, it will definitely not be difficult to eat. However, when I cook, I pay attention to the preparation of seasonings. I will first check out what a few Sichuan dishes are, and then check the seasonings at home. If they are not enough, go buy some. Anyway, it's still early." Wang Bo patted his chest and said with a big bag.

"Haha, aunt understands. A good lady - Oh, it should be a good guy who can't cook without rice! I understand!" Cheng Wenjin laughed and joked.

Cheng Wenjin told Wang Bo about the several Sichuan dishes she was preparing, and then took Wang Bo to look at the seasonings at home, counted roughly, at least seven or eight flavors apart. He also checked the auxiliary ingredients of several Sichuan dishes, which were also quite different. For example, the most important beef and fermented black beans for making "Mapo Tofu", the other party forgot to buy it. Wang Bo asked Liang Ya to take paper and pen, write down all the things that were missing, put them in his pocket, and prepare to go out.

"Hey, Wang Bo, just let Liang Ya go and buy it." Cheng Wenjin hurriedly stopped Wang Bo when he saw that he was going out to buy it in person.

"Wang Bo, give it to me and I'll buy it." Liang Ya also said.

Wang Bo waved his hand and shook his head and said, "It's okay, Aunt Cheng, Xiaoya. Xiaoya is not the owner who often goes to the farmers' market. I ask her to buy it. I'm afraid she will buy the wrong thing. You wash and peel the ginger, green onion, and garlic, fold the vegetables and meat, wash it, and then you can go to play. Don't worry about the others, I will do it myself, otherwise I will do it too much." After that, Wang Bo didn't look back, and closed the door with a slam, and left Liang Ya's house directly.

—————————————————————————————

Liang Jingquan held a meeting until half past ten, and then rode his bicycle to the house. When he passed by the cake shop, he brought back a double-layer butter cake to his daughter.

When he got home, in addition to his daughter's former classmates, Ruluhui, Li Qianru, there were still a few new faces he had never seen before.

"Hello Uncle Liang." Seeing Liang Jingquan come back, he laughed and made fun in the living room. The boys and girls who were having fun immediately restrained themselves, stood up together, and greeted Liang Jingquan politely.

"Haha, hello. Keep going, treat me as air." Liang Jingquan laughed, trying to make himself look amiable, and even told a joke rarely. When this joke was said, the effect was good. The boys and girls who felt a little nervous suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Liang Ya's father was quite humorous and witty.

Liang Ya walked over and took Liang Jingquan's arm and introduced Liang Jingquan one by one to Liang Jingquan. He was now Tang Jian, followed by Han Lin, and finally Liao Xiaoqing and Wang Bo went out to buy seasonings and had not come back. Thinking of this, Liang Ya felt "angry" in her heart:

Why don't you come back yet?

"Uncle Liang!" In front of Liang Jingquan, the instructor of Yongcheng Middle School, the introduced people shouted again. When the daughter introduced the last Liao Xiaoqing, her eyes hidden behind Liang Jingquan's golden glasses lit up unconsciously:

The skin is delicate, although not as white as my daughter, it presents a healthy wheat color; the facial features are straight, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the eyes are big; especially the teeth are snow-white and neat, like flawless pearls, which are extremely dazzling. Overall, it is worse than my daughter, but it is also a rare beauty!

Among my daughter's classmates, there was such a beautiful beauty who was pleasing to the eye and lit up in front of her. Invisibly, Liang Jingquan felt that her emotions suddenly became much higher.

"Tang Jian, Han Lin, Liao Xiaoqing, Lu Wei, Li Qianru, don't be polite! Treat this place as your home, and ask Liang Ya for whatever you want to eat and drink." Liang Jingquan smiled and said to his daughter's classmates, stood up, picked up his tea cup, and planned to go to the water dispenser to get some hot tea.

As soon as he walked to the water dispenser, he heard someone knocking outside. Liang Ya, who was sitting on the sofa, turned her head and was delighted. She stood up and prepared to open the door for the smelly guy who had just returned. However, her father had already taken one step ahead and walked straight towards the security door.

As soon as the door opened, a tall boy wearing a jacket and black-framed glasses, panting like a cow and sweating on his head, appeared in front of him. The big boy was holding a transparent plastic bag in his hand. Liang Jingquan glanced at it, but there were bottles and jars inside, some side dishes such as chili and garlic sprouts.

"Who are you? Did you knock on the wrong door?" Liang Jingquan frowned and said to the big boy who was exhaling like a cow at the door.

—————————————————

PS: Sorry, I updated one chapter yesterday. When I was on guard, I thought it was two chapters, so I missed one chapter. After reminding me by a book friend, I realized that my sins were all my fault. I won’t say it anymore. Today I will add another chapter to admit my mistake...
Chapter completed!