"If it tastes good, drink more!" Zhang Xiufang said with a smile.
As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and said into it: "Xiaoyi Xiaoyi! Help me search for Liu Yifei's photos!"
Soon, Liu Yifei's photo popped up on Zhang Xiufang's phone.
Zhang Xiufang looked at Liu Yifei's photo and then at Liu Yifei.
"Mom, what are you doing!"
Seeing Zhang Xiufang's weird behavior, Han Cheng couldn't help but ask.
"Like! So similar! Son, you have good taste and have found a wife who is more beautiful than the big star Liu Yifei!" Zhang Xiufang gave Han Cheng a thumbs up.
"Mom, what are you talking about? She is Liu Yifei!" Han Cheng couldn't laugh or cry.
"I don't believe what you said, Feifei, tell me, what's your full name?" Zhang Xiufang rolled her eyes at Han Cheng.
"Auntie, my full name is Liu Yifei!" Liu Yifei looked embarrassed.
"Really?" Zhang Xiufang opened her mouth wide.
"Yeah!" Liu Yifei nodded.
"Ouch! I didn't expect that my son would really find a big star as his girlfriend. I often watch your TV series, but I didn't expect to see him alive today!" Zhang Xiufang became a little excited.
As excited as fans are when they meet their idols.
We can't blame Zhang Xiufang for being so excited.
In the morning, she also hoped that the girlfriend her son would bring back would be as good as that brave girl Feifei.
Unexpectedly, the girlfriend his son brought back was Miss Feifei.
This was enough to surprise her.
However, what she didn't expect was that this Feifei girl was actually Liu Yifei, the female star she had always liked.
No one could conceal their excitement.
"Mom, Feifei said she was going to cook today, so you can rest and watch TV first!" Han Cheng said.
"Yes! Auntie, I have already bought the vegetables today! Just wait and eat!" Liu Yifei followed.
"Ouch! How can I let you, a big star, cook? I saw on TV that celebrities don't touch the sun! It's better for me to cook. It's a rare time for you to come and let Han Cheng accompany you!"
Although Zhang Xiufang sometimes speaks outspokenly, she does not mean any harm.
Hearing what Zhang Xiufang said, Liu Yifei was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer the question.
Han Cheng quickly came to the rescue and said: "Mom! You are too underestimated. Feifei's cooking is no worse than yours. Her father is a five-star chef?"
"Feifei, really?" Zhang Xiufang looked at Liu Yifei.
Liu Yifei smiled and nodded.
"In that case, Feifei, let's compete in cooking skills? Don't worry! Auntie is not a petty person, and she won't be impatient if she loses. She only makes friends with her cooking skills!"
Zhang Xiufang smiled.
"Auntie, you have said so, then I will listen to you!"
"Okay! Han Cheng, you will be the referee!" Zhang Xiufang looked at Han Cheng.
"Me?" Han Cheng said, pointing to his nose.
My dear mother, you really give me problems!
One of you is my mother and the other is my girlfriend. Whichever one I favor will offend the other.
Zhang Xiufang saw Han Cheng's concerns, smiled and said, "Son, don't worry, mom won't let you choose sides! Just taste it boldly and decide which dish you think is delicious and how many points you should give it." Just score as many points as you like!”
"Han Cheng, since Auntie is so interested, just agree!" Liu Yifei touched Han Cheng's arm.
"Ok! Anyway, I'm waiting for food, you can do whatever you want!" Han Cheng said with a shrug.
The dishes Zhang Xiufang and Liu Yifei bought today were basically the same, so they discussed and decided to make five identical dishes.
Soon, the two of them were busy in the kitchen, while Han Cheng was watching TV in the living room.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Xiufang and Liu Yifei took out all the dishes they cooked one by one, and then marked the bottom of the plate.
After they placed the five dishes, Han Cheng came over to taste and rate them.
Han Cheng felt troubled when he looked at the five dishes, which all looked similar in appearance.
Which ones were fried by my mother? Which ones did Liu Yifei fry? How many points should I give?
"Stop guessing! Try it!"
Knowing her son better than her mother, Zhang Xiufang saw through Han Cheng's thoughts.
"Got it!" Han Cheng nodded, and then began to taste the first dish, hot pot mutton.
"Hmm... they all taste good!" Han Cheng said after tasting one piece of both plates of mutton.
"Then rate it!" Zhang Xiufang urged.
"9 points for both!"
Han Cheng suddenly had an idea and thought of a compromise that would not offend both parties, which was to give them the same score.
"What!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiufang and Liu Yifei were stunned.
"Han Cheng, you can't be so perfunctory. Although we make friends with our cooking skills, you still have to give real scores!" Zhang Xiufang said.
"Yes! Han Cheng, don't worry about offending anyone, my aunt and I are fine!"
"It's just that we're just competing on cooking skills, so you don't have to worry so much! Put away your 100-year eye for investigating cases!"
"Okay! Since you said so, I will rate the food based on how it feels! No one can settle the score!" Han Cheng looked like he was risking his life.
"You should have been like this a long time ago!" Zhang Xiufang said.
"I give this set 9 points, and this set I give 7 points!"
Han Cheng re-rated the two plates of dry-pot mutton.
Then, the second dish to be tasted was sweet and sour pork. Han Cheng also gave one plate 9 points and the larger one 7 points.
For the third course of vinegar-fried potato shreds, Han Cheng still scored 9 points in one set and 7 points in the other.
When it was time to taste the fourth dish of braised pork, Han Cheng was about to pick up the dishes with chopsticks when Liu Yifei suddenly said: "Han Cheng, you have tasted so many dishes and there is still a taste of the previous dish in your mouth. Let me pour you a cup of tea to rinse." Speak up, this is how you score accurately!"
"That's fine!"
So Liu Yifei immediately walked toward the coffee table in Wang's living room. As she walked, she sent a text message to Han Cheng on her mobile phone: "The next two dishes, the left one is made by me, and the right one is made by your mother. Don't give me high marks anymore." Got it!"
Han Cheng's cell phone was in his trouser pocket. After hearing the vibration, he took it out and took a look.
When he saw the WeChat message sent by Liu Yifei, his heart skipped a beat. Although he was a little surprised in his heart, it didn't show on his face.
He glanced at Zhang Xiufang out of the corner of his eye.
Seeing Zhang Xiufang's face seemed a little bad!
Could it be that the three seven-point scores I scored earlier were all for my mother!
Han Cheng couldn't help but swallowed. No wonder even Liu Yifei was anxious. If Han Cheng still gave Zhang Xiufang a low score for the next two dishes, where would he put Zhang Xiufang's old face?
