After getting up and washing up, he immediately went downstairs and ran into the kitchen, "Aunt Fang."

Aunt Fang heard Zhou Sicheng's anxious shout, ran out in an apron, and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Sicheng said: "I'll buy some old chickens and come back."

Xia Daqin's voice came from behind, "Do you want to eat chicken?"

Zhou Sicheng said: "I want to make chicken soup."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Fang and Xia Daqin were surprised in unison, "You... want to make chicken soup?"

Zhou Sicheng nodded, "Yes."

Very sure, very sure.

Xia Daqin seemed to understand why Zhou Sicheng was doing this, and nodded, "Okay."

Zhou Sicheng went upstairs to change his clothes.

After he left, Aunt Fang came to Xia Daqin's ear in gossip and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Xia Daqin said: "It is probably to generate electricity for love."

She looked at the stairs on the second floor, and a feeling of sadness that the old mother watched her son take care of others, and at the same time she was very pleased with her son's awareness.

It's really contradictory!

Aunt Fang was listening ignorantly, "What does it mean to generate electricity for love?"

Xia Daqin frowned, "I said Sister Fang, you are online as long as you have nothing to do. As the times progress, how can you communicate with young people in the future?"

Super disgusted.

I instantly felt that there was a big generation gap with this woman of about the same age, and I was not from the same era at all.

Fangfang: "..."

She thought she was the same as hers? The rich wife either went shopping or played mahjong and played mobile phones all day long.

She doesn't want to do housework? She is busy outside every day, and she wants to make up for it if she has nothing to do.

...

The chicken was bought back soon.

At this time, Zhou Sicheng had already gone out, but today he locked himself in the kitchen with an apron.

Holding the tablet, not letting anyone in.

Xia Daqin and Aunt Fang were lying at the door, looking inside through the crack of the door like a thief.

Zhou Feifei slept until noon on her daily routine. When she saw Xia Daqin and Aunt Fang lying there and didn't know what to look at, she was very curious, "Mom, what are you watching?"

Yawning while asking.

Xia Daqin was afraid of being discovered by Zhou Sicheng, so she quickly made a 'shush' move to Zhou Feifei, then pointed to the kitchen and lowered her voice and replied to Zhou Feifei, "Look at your brother killing the chicken."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feifei's remaining sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and she stared at me in surprise, "My brother killed the chicken?"

She pulled Xia Daqin and Aunt Fang away with her hands, stood in the C position, looked into the kitchen, and saw the situation inside, she was incredible, "Does he want to change his career to kill chickens?"

Xia Daqin said in a sour tone: "I don't know which girl to make chicken soup for."

Zhou Feifei: "You may become your daughter-in-law's girl."

"Is it that cousin Yan Zao?" Xia Daqin suddenly thought of Wen Jing.

Zhou Feifei shook her head, "I don't know."

She is currently keen to peek at Zhou Sicheng to kill the chicken.

It feels very novel.

Xia Daqin suddenly lost interest and became entangled, "Do you think your brother and Siyuan are really impossible?"

She didn't think Lin Siyuan was so good, nor did she think that her daughter-in-law had to be Lin Siyuan. She witnessed her with her own eyes over the years.

It was also a habit for her, and she felt a little reluctant to let go. In layman's terms, she felt regretful.

Zhou Feifei didn't care about this at all, "How could I know this? If I knew it, I would go to the roadside fortune teller."

It doesn't matter who will be better than Zhou Sicheng in the future and who will become her sister-in-law.

Zhou Sicheng was busy in the kitchen all morning and didn't even let Aunt Fang cook lunch.

Aunt Fang was also very idle, sitting on the sofa watching TV with Xia Daqin.

"Come on, you guys try it."

Finally, Zhou Sicheng came out of the kitchen, and the apron on his body was not taken off. He was holding a tray in his hand, and there were two bowls of soup in the tray. He carefully held it on the coffee table with anticipation.

Two bowls of chicken soup, with a layer of egg yolk oil and a few slices of chopped green onion.

They all thought that Zhou Sicheng was stewed for his beloved girl to eat and drink. He just finished stewing and brought out 20,000 yuan for them to taste. Xia Daqin expressed surprise, "Let's try it?"

Very uncertain.

Zhou Sicheng nodded, "Yes, you and Aunt Fang each have a bowl."

He brought out two bowls of soup and put it in front of Xia Daqin and Aunt Fang.

Xia Daqin was flattered, "The chicken soup my son stewed for me?"

She looked at Aunt Fang excitedly.

Aunt Fang smiled and nodded, "It was your son who stewed you."

Xia Daqin blinked, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Looking at Xia Daqin's happy look, Aunt Fang pointed at Zhou Sicheng and blamed her, "Look at you, be kind to your mother in the future, and I will be flattered if I stew some chicken soup."

She said with a smile, and after that, she also picked up the bowl and started drinking the soup.

After Xia Daqin and Aunt Fang had both drunk the soup, Zhou Sicheng asked with anticipation: "How is it?"

"Yes." Aunt Fang gave Zhou Sicheng a thumbs up.

She was also surprised that she never went into the kitchen and could not even cook noodles, so she could make soup.

Zhou Sicheng said to Xia Daqin again: "Mom, eat some chicken and see how bad it is."

He urged Xia Daqin to take a bite of the chicken and then asked, "Salty and savory, right?"

Xia Daqin drank half a bowl of soup in one breath and gave Zhou Sicheng a thumbs up, "Yes, son, you cook this soup, which is not much worse than Aunt Fang's skills."

Zhou Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I'll feel relieved."

He smiled.

Xia Daqin frowned, "What does it mean?"

Zhou Sicheng said: "I'll do it according to this ratio and heat next."

As he said that, he got up and ran back quickly.

Xia Daqin blinked, then turned to look at Aunt Fang, "Are we trying it?"

Feelings make them try to be salty and cool?

Although it was cruel, Aunt Fang still nodded honestly, "So that's it."

Xia Daqin: “…”

The chicken soup in my hand suddenly stopped smelling.

She frowned, pouted, and placed the bowl on the coffee table.

Don't drink it anymore.

...

I was much busier at night than at noon. Wen Jing was injured in her hand and could not work, but she was not idle for a moment.

The second floor private room was ordered by a customer tonight. I booked it two months ago. It was a big family dinner, so I was particularly busy.

There are many children, very noisy.

It will be a little easier when the second half of the dinner.

Wen Jing asked the waiter to work, and she was sweating profusely. She went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of ice mineral water and leaned against the wall to drink.

A little waiter girl came to her and laughed and joked, "Manager Wen, your boyfriend has been here for a while. Why don't you go and see others? They're so pitiful."

‘Cough cough…’ Wenjing almost choked to death by a sip of water. She coughed for a while and raised her eyebrows: “What?”

Boy friend?

Qi Dong?

She had a total of two boyfriends, and the boyfriend that the store employees knew about was Qi Dong.

Seeing Wenjing's reaction, the waiter asked in surprise: "You don't know yet."
Chapter completed!