At first, Zhang Hui didn't take it seriously, thinking that her daughter just wanted to give it a try, but finally quit because she had to do it by herself.
But soon, she discovered that she was wrong.
My daughter cooks in a disciplined manner.
Although she doesn't seem to be good at knife skills and prepares all the side dishes by herself, when cooking, the steps are normal.
The seasoning is appropriate and the heat is well controlled.
A few home-cooked dishes were whipped up in no time.
Zhang Hui was a little surprised and said: "Daughter, is this really your first time cooking?"
"of course."
Jiang Muqing proudly asked Zhang Hui: "How is it? Is it still the same thing?"
"It's more than the same thing."
Zhang Hui praised: "With your proficiency, you don't need to be too professional."
“The more you see it, the more you will learn it naturally.”
Jiang Muqing said carelessly: "I have an epiphany and soar from the same place. Try it quickly. How does it taste? Don't take it out later and make dad laugh."
"Okay, let me taste it first to check it for you."
Zhang Hui took a bite of each dish with chopsticks, nodded and said with a smile: "It's delicious. Your dad will probably be surprised later."
Soon, the two people brought the dishes to the table.
Jiang Muqing shouted while filling the rice, "Dad, it's time to eat."
"Okay, here we come."
Jiang Yan came to the dining room, looked at the dishes on the table, and said as soon as he sat down: "It's rare for my daughter to help in the kitchen today. Why, do you want to secretly learn the craft from your mother?"
"yes."
Jiang Muqing smiled and said: "This way I can make it for my husband when I grow up."
"..." Jiang Yan.
Heartache!
"Okay, don't hurt your dad's heart."
Zhang Hui smiled meaningfully: "He has been worried about your puppy love recently, and a lot of his hair has fallen out due to worry."
"I'm not worried, I'm worried that she will be cheated."
Jiang Yan said: "In high school, you should focus on studying. Don't be anxious about finding a boyfriend. If you can't get married in the future, your father will support you for the rest of your life."
"Dad belongs to mom, I won't compete with mom."
"Okay, okay."
Zhang Hui said to Jiang Yan: "Try it quickly, how do these dishes taste?"
"Is there anything special?" Jiang Yan glanced at his wife and daughter in confusion, reached out and picked up a chopstick, and then tasted it carefully.
"It's definitely a little different."
Jiang Yan looked at his daughter and wife who looked expectant, and said tentatively: "It seems a little more delicious?"
"Are you sure it tastes good?" Zhang Hui asked.
Jiang Yan didn't know what kind of medicine they sold in the gourd, so he tried another dish and it tasted really good.
"It's good and delicious, but the taste seems a little different from before."
Jiang Yan said to Zhang Hui, "Did you learn a new method?"
Zhang Hui smiled and said: "What if I said that the dish for lunch today was not made by me, but by our daughter Xiaoqing?"
"Xiaoqing did it?"
Jiang Yan smiled and said: "How is it possible? She has never been in the kitchen to cook? Are you kidding me?"
"She did it."
Zhang Hui explained: "I am helping her today. She made these dishes by herself without any help from me."
"Xiao Qing, did you really do this?" Jiang Yan's face was full of surprise and he couldn't believe it.
Jiang Muqing nodded: "Well, I only know these simple dishes."
"Did you make this crucian carp soup too?"
"Yeah. But mom was there to give me some guidance."
Jiang Yan said happily: "That's amazing, my daughter."
After saying that, he started to taste his daughter's food. While eating, he kept talking about how delicious it was.
I sighed in my heart: My daughter has really grown up and can cook.
But this also means that the day when she leaves him is getting closer.
Jiang Yan felt happy and sad at the moment.
…
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Muqing, reluctant to leave her parents, put on her schoolbag and walked towards Jiefangbei Station.
Today she tied her hair into a ponytail again.
Because there is a rule in the school that girls must wear their hair in a ponytail.
Today, she was afraid that Yu Jin would be waiting for her, so she came earlier, just to wait for him. However, when she arrived at the station, she found that Yu Jin was still earlier than her.
Still carrying his schoolbag, he sat there, staring at the cars on the road in a daze.
"I'm probably counting cars again." Jiang Muqing muttered, then trotted over with a smile.
Yu Jin noticed Jiang Muqing running towards her and stood up. When the other party came to her, she said, "You arrived early today."
"You beat me to it."
Jiang Muqing asked: "You came so early, isn't it cold sitting here?"
"good."
Yu Jin said: "Let's go."
The two of them walked all the way to the light rail station. When passing by the place where they helped the old man last time, Yu Jin deliberately looked at the southeast corner to see if there was a monitor.
After Jiang Muqing found out, she asked, "What are you looking at?"
"See if there are any monitors."
"Haha~ You still remember this."
"..." Yu Jin.
Jiang Muqing asked curiously: "By the way, why did you come so early today to wait for me?"
"There's no one at home anyway. There's not much difference between being at the station and at home."
Yu Jin replied: "What's more, I can still count cars at the station."
"Then who will come to the swearing-in ceremony and parent-teacher meeting tomorrow, uncle and aunt?"
"They are busy and have no time, so they may not come."
Yu Jin asked, "What about you? Who are your parents coming?"
"My mother is coming."
Then there was silence.
Although Yu Jin acted indifferent, Jiang Muqing could still feel his loss.
Regarding Yu Jin's parents, Jiang Muqing only knew that they were busy with work, but she did not expect that their companionship would be so severely lacking during Yu Jin's high school years.
This was completely different from the meticulous care and love Yu Jin's parents had for him before his rebirth and during college.
After getting on the light rail, Yu Jin still had no intention of speaking.
Jiang Muqing took the initiative to break the atmosphere and asked with a smile: "Do you want to listen to some music? It's from Jay Chou and Mayday."
"good."
Jiang Muqing took out her headphones from her schoolbag, plugged them into her phone, opened QQ Music, clicked on her playlist, and started playing.
Then she inserted one of the earplugs directly into Yu Jin's ear.
"The crowd cried
You just want it to be a transparent color
You will never have dreams or pain or heartbeat again
…
You are not truly happy~
Your smile is just the protective color you wear
…”
Playing in the earbuds is "You're Not Really Happy" by Mayday.
Listening to the familiar melody and lyrics, Yu Jin turned to look at Jiang Muqing and said depressedly: "Can't you see that I'm in a bad mood?"
Jiang Muqing smiled and said, "I can see it."
"Then listen to a song for me."
Jiang Muqing blinked and said: "This is called fighting fire with fire, a negative makes a positive, sadness adds sadness, just wait until you are not sad."
"..." Yu Jin.
He was originally feeling a little disappointed, but Jiang Muqing's divine logic made him laugh out loud.
"Look, you just laughed."
Jiang Muqing looked at Yu Jin and smiled proudly, like a child who had won a game.
Yu Jin looked at the "stupid" girl next to her and felt inexplicably moved.
he knows.
She might be using this "stupid" way to amuse herself.
