"Son, you haven't already given the money to your grandma, right?"

Qin Huairu feels very uncomfortable now, her mood is complicated and hard to describe, and she doesn't know how she should react.

"No, I told grandma that the money can be given, but the house in the old house must be a big one for our family."

Qin Huairu was a little confused. What was the use of a house in the countryside? He didn't know how to live there, so what was the point of spending so much money.

Jia Yi saw Qin Huairu's doubts and quickly explained.

"Mom, think about yourself, would you be happy if you had a house of your own in your hometown?

And after I brought it up, grandma was also very happy."

"Is that so? But it's not worth it."

Qin Huairu was very troubled. She would have suffered a big loss if she exchanged 100 yuan for a house in the countryside.

"Mom, if you think so, grandma will give up even if she doesn't change this house?

What will she do?

Should we wait for her to cause trouble at home?

You should think carefully about grandma's past behavior."

Qin Huairu was confused by Jia Yi's series of rhetorical questions.

If you think about it carefully, isn't it true? Even if Jia Yi doesn't pay for this matter, and she doesn't pay for it, can Jia Zhang really stop it, and can she really not make trouble?

He finally got together with Zhuzi, Xiaoyi was able to make money, and his family's life was getting better and better. Just for a hundred yuan, it was really not worth it to cause Jia Zhang to make trouble.

However, it still hurts to think about that one hundred yuan. It was not for my own people, so it still hurts to think about it.

Qin Huairu sat blankly for a while.

Temporarily suppressing the feeling of heartache, I thought about Jia Yi's words and the good deeds Jia Yi had done in the past.

For example, I learned to be a chef because I was greedy, but I ended up making up a reason to stay in the city in the future. I deceived myself into running around in circles and hurriedly looking for pillars.

So what about this time, will it be...

Thinking of this, Qin Huairu looked at Jia Yi with suspicion.

"Xiao Yi, do you have any other purposes?"

"No, how could it be? I was purely thinking about grandma this time."

Jia Yi shuddered and quickly defended himself.

"Humph, you have a criminal record. No one will believe you if you say otherwise."

Jia Yi was speechless. Although he had selfish motives, he hadn't implemented it yet. He hadn't even finished the matter yet, so he might not be able to succeed.

Qin Huairu didn't believe that this brat had no other purpose, so he kept a close eye on Jia Yi, seemingly not giving up until his purpose was achieved.

Jia Yi was helpless. This woman was getting better and better, and it was hard to be deceived. She still had to practice her acting skills. It was best to practice her acting skills until she could convince Qin Huairu when she spoke. That would be good.

"Then I will only say a few words, and you have to think about the rest yourself."

It's hard for Jia Yi to explain this matter too carefully. She can only make up her mind.

"How can this work? Okay, okay, you tell me."

Qin Huairu looked at Jia Yi's firm look and had no choice but to compromise, otherwise Jia Yi might not say anything, which would make it even more uncomfortable.

"Following each other.

Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.”

After Jia Yi finished speaking, he closed his eyes and made up his mind not to speak.

Qin Huairu was a little confused and had vague ideas at first.

I wanted to ask more carefully, but seeing that my son clearly didn't want to say more, I could only give up and keep these three words in my heart.

Qin Huairu went to bed full of thoughts. She hugged the little Sophora japonica and thought wildly for a while. She fell asleep after a while. She was so worried.

This is a small locust flower used as a pillow.

Jia Yi is actually very envious. One day, he can get some cotton and make a pillow for someone else. It will be very comfortable to sleep on.

At least it's better than hugging someone. At least it won't break away at night, let alone wake itself up.

Thinking about Jia Yi, he fell asleep without even realizing it.

…

"Xiao Yi, I'll return the lunch box to you. The food you cooked is so delicious."

"Of course, my brother is the most powerful."

When the little Sophora japonica heard this, she quickly praised her brother more. She couldn't help it, but her brother's cooking skills got better and better, and he always brought food back.

If you praise me more now, I can ask my brother to cook more delicious food and bring it back. Even though I am small, I still understand this principle.

Jia Yi looked at this snack food in silence. He just pretended to eat. He had eaten three steamed buns and one sweet potato just now, but he was still not full.

He invited everyone into the house, took out four meat buns, and ate each one.

I have to say that the ingredients of this Roujiamo and Roujiamo are similar, but the taste is completely different.

I really learned this cooking skill right.

Jia Yi also thought about it. With the relationship between his two little ones and He Hui, there was no need to hide too much from her.

So Jia Yi simply took her and forget it, since Xiao Huizi was also a foodie anyway.

Strictly speaking, most people at this time are foodies, so food shortages and hunger are the norm.

It's just that Xiao Huizi is closer to Jia Yi's definition of a foodie in her previous life. After all, her family is quite wealthy and she has only one child.

This makes Jia Yi feel a little sympathetic to each other, because Jia Yi himself is also a foodie, otherwise he would not have learned cooking so early.

After the four of them finished eating, they went to school happily.

Arriving at the school gate, Jia Yi saw Ran Qiuye.

Especially when I saw Ran Qiuye's disappointed eyes when he saw Jia Yi walking in front and He Hui and Xiaodang walking behind hand in hand.

Jia Yi complained crazily in his heart.

"What kind of teacher are you talking about? Yesterday I said I believed it, and today I came over to watch the fun. Don't think I don't know what you are here for. You have never been here before.

I didn’t see anything, but you’re still disappointed. What kind of species are you? It’s not like you’ve read too many foreign novels.”

Entering the classroom, I took a serious look at my deskmate. Well, the clothes were fine, but there were two big dark circles under my eyes, and my expression was quite depressed. It seemed that I didn't sleep well last night.

"Unlike me, hehe, I slept well last night."

Jia Yi looked at his deskmate with evil intentions, watching him turn his head furtively. When he saw Jia Yizi looking at him, he quickly turned back.

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Jia Yi was a little helpless, I would actually worry about the life and death of my enemy.

But I really haven’t studied psychology. How can I grasp this degree?

Forget it, don't think about it anymore, wait two more days and see what happens.

Jia Yi goes to Taoyuan every day to read and practice his cooking skills.

By now, the basic skills have been learned, and it’s time to start formally learning how to cook.

Although Jia Yi relies on the special ingredients produced in Taoyuan, the dishes he makes are also delicious.

But there is still a big gap compared with real chefs. Well, it’s time to learn basic recipes from He Yuzhu.

Just like basic skills, if you master the basic recipes, you will be able to make most simple dishes. By then, as long as you have seen or tasted them, you can initially restore the recipes. If you try a few more times, you can make them quickly.

Unless it's a unique recipe, a rare or complicated recipe, there aren't that many secrets.

Jia Yi looked at the things stocked in the warehouse. There were still a few types, so he had to collect more. Don't wait until he learned it. It would be embarrassing if he didn't have the materials to practice.

…

"Brother, what are you having for lunch today?"

"Sophora japonica, this is the boiled fish and twice-cooked pork I learned from Uncle He. Try it."

“It’s delicious. This is the best boiled fish I’ve ever eaten.”

He Hui tasted it, and it was indeed delicious. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but the dish was so delicious. It was on the same level as the dishes Qin Huairu had eaten during the last celebration.
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