"Mom! I'm back!"

As soon as I entered the house, Gong Nanbei smelled a strange smell. After sniffing it carefully, it smelled very pungent and spicy!

"Here's here!"

In the kitchen direction, Li Jingrou walked out wearing an apron, and the pungent smell suddenly became stronger. Look at Li Jingrou's eyes were red when she was choked.

Gong Nanbei asked in surprise: "Mom, where are you cooking?"

Li Jingrou smiled and said, "Yes, this is the Spring Festival soon. I'm going to have a holiday for Mom Wang. Just as you said that when you go home today, I'm thinking about making something delicious for you and your father."

Gong Nanbei twitched his mouth, and his mother's cooking skills can be described in four words, and ghosts and gods retreated!

The stinky tofu stir-fried mooncakes back then are unforgettable to him!

Gong Nanbei coughed lightly and said, "Mom, cooking is not good for the skin, so I'll do it."

Li Jingrou refused and said, "No, I don't believe that I can't make a edible dish!"

"What did you do this time mom?"

“Stir-fried bullfrog with lemon tahini!”

Gong Nanbei twitched his mouth, silently put down the package and walked towards the kitchen.

Looking at the black smoke-filled pot, Gong Nanbei couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, he grew up cooking by Wang Ma when he was a child, otherwise he might have died of food poisoning!

Looking again, the range hood in the kitchen was not turned on, and Gong Nanbei was speechless.

Silently turned on the range hood, took off Li Jingrou's apron and said, "Mom, I'll do it."

Li Jingrou coughed lightly and defended her with some confidence: "I have eaten this dish in a restaurant, and I am confident that I can restore it!"

Gong Nanbei twitched again, and tried to adjust his expression and said, "Mom, I'd better do it. It's the New Year, you don't want our whole family to go to the hospital."

Li Jingrou summoned his head and said, "How do you say it! Mom is so unpalatable to cook?"

Gong Nanbei didn't say anything, but just looked back at the oil smoke that had not been cleaned. Li Jingrou looked at his gaze, then silently untied her apron and handed it to Gong Nanbei.

“…”

There are many dishes outside the kitchen, but the trademark has not been revealed. It seems that Li Jingrou really wants to show her cooking skills in front of her son, but unfortunately the smoke in the kitchen fully shows that she is not a cooking ingredient.

After almost the smoke was smoking, Gong Nanbei walked into the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife, and began to process the ingredients.

Li Jingrou stood outside the door, looking at her son's skillful movements, and couldn't help but curiously: "Xiaobei, you have only been out for half a year, why have you suddenly learned so many things?"

Gong Nanbei was stunned. This question is really hard to answer. Let me tell you, I will be born with the protagonist, do you believe it?

Of course, these are just hypotheses, and of course he cannot say these things out.

"It's nothing. You can learn it slowly. If you have to say a reason, it may be because your genes are good, so that your son is so outstanding!"

Gong Nanbei's rainbow farts were very helpful, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face and said, "Yes! I think this is the case, so I'll leave it to you!"

Gong Nanbei agreed with a smile, looking at the dishes all over the floor, and began to think about what dishes were better to cook.

Li Jingrou went to clean it, and the smell of oil smoke on her body is still very strong.

When Li Jingrou finished washing and went downstairs, she saw Gong Nanbei processed the same dishes into semi-finished products, with a total of more than a dozen. Li Jingrou said in surprise: "Xiaobei, how many dishes are you going to cook?"

“Twelve dishes”

"Xiaobei, it's not the Spring Festival yet. Even if you cook these dishes, our family can't eat them!"

"Mom, don't worry, maybe even twelve dishes are possible..."

Only then did Li Jingrou remember that since her son went to Hengdian, his appetite has been very scary. When he saw him having dinner, Li Jingrou wanted to take him to the hospital for examination and check his body to see if there were parasites in his stomach. Is it scary to eat food for four or five people at a time?

Li Jingrou walked closer and looked at the neatly arranged semi-finished products. She couldn't help but sigh that her son has grown up. Half a year ago, let alone cooking for herself, she has to see if she can have a meal with her. It's really a waste of experience to go out for half a year!

Li Jingrou brought a small stool over and sat next to her and watched Gong Nanbei cook. Gradually, she was a little confused and her mind was like Gong Nanbei when she was a child.

Before he went to school, Gong Nanbei was just a naughty guy and a crybaby. He liked him all day long, but he ran around. Wang's mother followed him in a hurry, fearing that something would happen to him. As a result, he had no problems at all, but Wang's mother was so tired that she couldn't straighten her waist.

Later, after going to school, for some reason, the smile on his face became less and less, and he rarely cried again. No, it should be said that he had never cried again, just as if he had completely changed someone else overnight!

When I saw my son crying again, it was when he was broadcasting live. He listened to other people's stories, played the guitar and wrote songs, followed by the emotions in the song, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

A crying man? Crying? What if he cares, she knows that this is what her son looks like!

After the preparations were done, Gong Nanbei began to cook dishes, and the aroma in the kitchen immediately spread. Gong Nanbei controlled four pots to cook at the same time, and the speed was very fast.

"Mom, when is my dad coming back? If I come back late, I will make it later if there are a few dishes."

"I'll call and ask"

After Li Jingrou finished speaking, she walked back to her room to get her cell phone and called Gong Shouzheng.

"Dududu, hey?"

"When is the time to come back for dinner?"

"I won't go back today. As the end of the year approaches, there are a lot of things to deal with."

"My son is back and has made twelve dishes"

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent. A few seconds later, Gong Shouzheng whispered: "After home before 6 o'clock in the evening."

"Yeah," Li Jingrou agreed, and then hung up the phone.

Gong Shouzheng, on the other end of the phone, put down the phone and stood in the office and looked out the window. Is the food made by his son delicious? Hi, no matter how bad it is, it can be worse than what his wife cooks?

......

At six o'clock in the evening, Gong Nanbei appeared outside his door on time. Standing at the door, he was a little afraid to go back.

In the past two days, Li Jingrou knew that her son was coming back and said she wanted to give her a surprise. She learned to cook every day and let him taste it after cooking. He was not poisoned by food, thanks to the iron stomach he had learned during the years of his army!

But the stomach is iron, and the tongue is not! That dish is too unpalatable! Let’s put it this way, after eating Li Jingrou’s dishes, it’s delicious to eat Huoxiang Zhengqi!

He did enough ideological work for himself outside the door and even thought about the way out. If there were dishes made by Li Jingrou on the table, he would say that the meeting had not been cancelled and he would come back to see his son and leave!

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

As soon as the door opened, I smelled the strong aroma of the dish.

His nose twitched slightly, as if it was quite fragrant!
Chapter completed!