vrcanaries Chapter 277 Xiao Jing Can't Cook Again
Chapter 277 Xiao Jing Can't Cook Again
It was a rare moment of leisure, so Zhao Xiaojing turned on the TV, tuned around and found a melodramatic fantasy drama. She sat on the sofa and started watching it with relish while enjoying the snack plate prepared by Dong Mei.
When Dong Mei took Wang Jiandang out, she had already opened all the windows for ventilation. The snot tissues scattered on the sofa and the floor were also cleaned up by Dong Mei. Now she closed the windows and turned on the electric heater next to the sofa, and the entire living room became warm and fresh again.
After watching for a long time, Zhao Xiaojing finally realized that the fairy drama on TV was a new drama starring her daughter Xuan, who was highly recommended by Ouyang Yidan. It seemed to be about a story about a fairy and a demon king who went from fighting to mutual redemption. At this time, the TV had already shown that the fairy was imprisoned because of the demon king, and the second male lead went to the demon king to settle the score and ask for his rescue, but was pinned to the ground and rubbed wildly by the demon king.
Zhao Xiaojing laughed out loud while watching the drama. She had to say that the brain circuits of today's melodramatic dramas are just crazy. After the second male lead was taught a lesson by the Demon Lord, he suddenly realized that what's the point of being a righteous man? He is bound by the rules of the Heavenly Lord. He can neither call out "honey, l lo v e yo u, yo u l o v e m" to the girl he likes to express his feelings, nor can he kill the fairy's emotionless villain fiancé chosen by the Heavenly Lord with a single sword to end their grudges. He can only smile and bless in front of others, acting out a calm show. After returning to the bedroom late at night, he has to send everyone away before he cries like a dog and yells silently at the pillow: l lo v e yo u, what don't you k now?
So the second male lead, after shouting at the top of his lungs, joined the Demon Lord's sect, abandoned his good ways and turned to evil. The female lead no longer asked to save him, and the Demon Lord no longer cared about the villain's fiancé and the fairy's complicated relationship. He devoted himself to practicing magic and changed his goal to opposing the Lord of Heaven.
It had been a long time since I watched such a crazy TV series. Zhao Xiaojing was enjoying it so much that when one episode was over, Su Yuchen called. "What are you doing?"
"I'm watching a fantasy drama. Ouyang Anli's thing is crushed into dust. How do you have time to call me?"
"Why are you so leisurely? Where are your third aunt and the others? I'm just concerned about your progress. I just called you after helping my mother. How was it last night? Did you find out anything?" Su Yuchen has been paying attention to Zhao Xiaojing's affairs since he went back home. He sends text messages every day to ask. Last night, when he knew Zhou Jianye was going home, he was even prepared to stay up late to wait for Zhao Xiaojing's result. However, he gave up because he had to get up early in the morning to help.
Zhao Xiaojing told Su Yuchen what happened. Su Yuchen sighed and laughed at the same time. "It's not easy for your third aunt over the years. She has been so worried about everything. If only she could be a little nicer. People with sharp tongues but soft hearts are actually hard to please. Although she has done everything, she has a strong desire to control. It's really suffocating to get along with her. She is also tired, but she doesn't get any good results.
All parents in the world are so pitiful. I hope your sister Yanyan will not make the same mistake again.
But your third aunt is indeed much calmer after this incident. I didn't expect her to be so calm.
But your third uncle really deserves it, the fever is too mild, well done!"
The two chatted for about ten minutes, and then Su Yuchen heard a loud shout, as if asking her to go to the field to pull some garlic sprouts or garlic mosses. Su Yuchen sighed exaggeratedly. "Did you hear that? My N P C reincarnated mother has assigned me another mission. I have to go."
Zhao Xiaojing laughed, "Go ahead, I'll continue watching the drama. You can watch it when you have time. It's so funny."
"If you let Ouyang know this, he will be so anxious that he will jump up and down to explain to you the plot of this authentic sadomasochistic love story! Oh, by the way, when are you coming? I will pick you up from the city."
"I asked about my third aunt's arrangements at noon. If I have to have dinner with my uncle and Zhou Jianye tomorrow, I will want to leave tomorrow. Sister Yanyan and the others should be here tonight. I will give her the things and tell you then. But it's New Year's Day, can you spare the time to pick me up? I can just call a car and go there myself." Zhao Xiaojing said.
"I can go! It's so expensive to call a taxi. It costs 1 or 5. I'll pick you up. I'm driving your car. They told me today not to occupy your car all the time and to pick you up when you come! Besides, I'm too lazy to celebrate the New Year with them. Last year, celebrating the New Year became a criticism meeting for me. I'm not worthy of visiting relatives unless I'm married. This year, I'll just take advantage of your time to go. Tell me when you've made up your mind tonight. I'm hanging up." There was a louder urging from the other end of the phone, and Su Yuchen hung up in a hurry.
After hanging up the phone, the alarm rang at the right time. Zhao Xiaojing went into the kitchen to take a look, opened the casserole, stirred the porridge lightly twice, and continued to cover it with the lid and simmer it slowly. The pressing time set for the electric pressure cooker had long ended, and the steam had dissipated by now. She gently turned the lid and it opened immediately.
Zhao Xiaojing poked the chicken with chopsticks and found it to be just the right softness. After adding two spoonfuls of salt, a spoonful of pepper, and a handful of wolfberries for seasoning, Zhao Xiaojing took out the electric hot pot that Dong Mei usually used, poured the chicken and the soup into it, and then stacked the crispy meat, meatballs, and egg dumplings neatly on top, making a nice and simple electric hot pot dish. She would just heat it up when Dong Mei and the others came back.
Afraid that the food would become bland after eating too much, Zhao Xiaojing prepared a dipping sauce. Then she blanched the spinach, wrung it dry, chopped it up, and set it aside, waiting for Dong Mei to come back before seasoning it to avoid adding salt too early to extract the moisture.
The three dishes were simple and it was only eleven o'clock when they were all prepared. Zhao Xiaojing poured a bottle of special red chili oil on Su Yuchen and happily curled up on the sofa to continue watching the drama.
When Dong Mei got home, it was nearly half past twelve. As Zhao Xiaojing heard the sound of keys, a gust of cold air came in. Dong Mei walked in alone with a sullen look on her face.
"You're back. Where's my third uncle?" Zhao Xiaojing looked behind her.
"He was given two IV drips and was told he needed to be hospitalized. They said there would be people to take care of him in the hospital. It's up to him. I just don't want to see him." Without Zhou Jianye, the breath Dong Mei had been holding on to in the morning collapsed halfway. She looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes.
"Then what about his meals?" Zhao Xiaojing poured Dong Mei a cup of hot water. Dong Mei took it and kept rubbing the cup to warm her hands.
"The hospital has boxed lunches, which were quite perfunctory during the Chinese New Year. I bought him one and left, but he still complained about it. I told him that Xiao Jing couldn't cook, and I wouldn't come back in the middle of the day to cook a meal and send it to him. He was so angry."
Zhao Xiaojing laughed out loud. She didn't know how Dong Mei could say that she, a chef who ran a restaurant, couldn't cook. She didn't even bother to draft her lie.
But it just so happened that she didn't want such a table full of delicious food to be wasted in Zhou Jianye's stomach.
"Aunt San, you take a rest. I'll go start the fire. We'll eat in five minutes!" Zhao Xiaojing said happily.