Mrs. Zhou and Huan'er both laughed after saying this.
"You are smart, I tell you, what you said is not bad at all," Mrs. Zhou was so happy that she forgot about the hunger in her belly and spoke more and more enthusiastically, "Huan'er will be my biological daughter from now on. If If I hear anyone who dares to bully her, I will expose their skin, even you."
"My son will obey the teachings and will never dare to be stupid. Please rest assured, mother." Zhou Yiming clasped his hands together and made a very exaggerated look as he replied.
Mrs. Zhou and Huan'er laughed even harder.
"Okay, stop laughing so hard. These two bowls of porridge taste very good. They won't taste good when they get cold. You two have been hungry for a long time, so eat quickly." Zhou Ming urged, for fear that the two of them would continue. If he continues to laugh, the taste of the two bowls of porridge he made will be greatly reduced, and all his hard work will be in vain. After all, he has put in a lot of hard work to make this porridge.
"Okay, let me have a taste of your cooking. If it's not delicious, I'll peel off your skin carefully." Mrs. Zhou joked, turning around and looking at the bowl of lean meat porridge on the table.
Even though she didn't look at it, she still had some expectations in her heart. However, upon looking at it, Mrs. Zhou's face changed drastically, and her expectations immediately fell to the bottom.
The reason is simple. Although this bowl of lean meat porridge tastes good, it looks too ugly.
Due to technical reasons, the color of the rice in Da Chu is not very white. If it is steamed into rice, the appearance will not have a big impact. But when it is cooked into porridge, the color of the rice will turn into dark brown, plus the inside Adding lean meat makes the color darker.
In order to make this bowl of porridge easier to digest, Zhou Yiming deliberately lengthened the cooking time, which caused the rice grains to be boiled and turned into a paste, while the lean meat was slowly cooked over low heat. After it became soft and rotten, it turned into shredded meat and minced meat, which made the color of the bowl of rice porridge even more ugly.
Mrs. Zhou looked at it for a long time and felt that this was not rice porridge. It was like a big bowl of thick phlegm. Facing this bowl of porridge, she not only had no appetite at all, but retched and almost vomited it out.
"You bad boy, what are you making? This isn't rice porridge. Isn't this just phlegm? Don't you think my mother is hungry and still hates me? She still wants to disgust me to death!" Mrs. Zhou really said She was angry. After all, she had been hungry for so long and finally waited for a bowl of food, but the result was still this ugly. Even if she had a good temper, it had all been used up now.
Seeing Mrs. Zhou being so furious, Huan'er was frightened and a little overwhelmed. She lowered her head and glanced at the porridge in her hand, and instantly understood Mrs. Zhou's mood. Not to mention the taste of this bowl of porridge, just from the appearance Just looking at it, it's already very off-putting.
"Mom, don't look at this bowl of porridge. It doesn't look good on the outside. Try it. It's absolutely delicious!" Zhou Yiming was also panicked. After all, he had never seen his mother get so angry.
It was better not to persuade her, but after persuading her, not only did Mrs. Zhou not calm down, but she was so angry that her whole body trembled. She picked up the bowl on the table and wanted to throw it to the ground.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhou Yiming quickly grabbed the bowl from her hand, fearing that she would hurt herself.
"Mom, don't be so angry. If my son did anything wrong, hit me twice to vent your anger!
Don't take it out on this bowl. What if you drop it on the ground and get hurt by the broken pieces of the bowl? "Yiyi Ming hurriedly said something nice, fearing that his mother would get angry again when she was hungry and get sick, with disastrous consequences.
Although Huan'er was a maid, she grew up in the Lin Mansion and lived a life of fine clothing and fine food. If it were normal times, she would never eat the bowl of porridge in her hand just from the appearance. Even if she was starved for several days, she would never eat such disgusting food.
But the situation is different now. First of all, she is also very hungry. Although she is young, she has taken care of Mrs. Zhou for so long, running before and after, and not eating, and she is now exhausted. Now that I have strength, if I continue to be hungry, I might be in danger.
Secondly, and most importantly, she must immediately think of a way to not only eliminate Mrs. Zhou's resistance to this bowl of porridge, but also make Mrs. Zhou's mood improve quickly, otherwise if she keeps losing her temper with Zhou Ming like this, , not only could I not bear it, but if people outside saw it, they would also think that Yi Ming was unfilial.
Zhou Yiming is a person who does great things outside. If his reputation is ruined, it will have a great impact on his future.
Although Huan'er knew that she was not worthy of Zhou Ming because of her poor fortune, and that she had no fate with him in this life, the success of Zhou Ming was related to the happiness of her own lady. She saw Zhou Ming in trouble and couldn't help it. Stand back and watch.
Huan'er mustered up the courage to put the porridge in the bowl into his mouth without any warning, chewed it twice, showed a smile for the first time, and said to Mrs. Zhou: "Mom, the young master didn't lie to you, this bowl of porridge tastes really good." It’s really good, it’s salty and delicious, it melts in your mouth, it’s simply a delicacy on earth.”
Zhou Yiming was scolded so much that he was depressed. At the same time, he was also thinking about how to coax his mother into eating porridge.
What he didn't expect was that Huan'er was so brave. She drank the bowl of porridge into her mouth before he did any work for her. You know, if this bowl of porridge hadn't been made by Yi Ming himself, I'm afraid he doesn't have the courage to drink it himself.
Mrs. Zhou has long regarded Huan'er as her darling. During the period when Yi Ming was away, the two of them talked a lot about each other. While they got to know each other better, Mrs. Zhou fell in love with Huan'er even more, so she treated her Believe it or not.
"Really? Then I want to try it!" Mrs. Zhou was already hungry. After hearing Huan'er say that the bowl of porridge tasted good, she couldn't care less.
She picked up the bowl, closed her eyes, stopped breathing, and reluctantly put the porridge into her mouth like she was swallowing medicine.
I tasted the taste with my tongue, and I was immediately shocked. Although this bowl of porridge looked ugly, it tasted better than I imagined.
"Hmm... delicious!" Mrs. Zhou was full of praise and devoured the bowl of porridge in an instant.
Zhou Yiming was finally avenged. He stood up straight, raised his chest and raised his head, deliberately pretending to be aggrieved: "I just said that this bowl of porridge tastes good. I just don't believe it. You have to say it to Huan'er to believe it. You This heart is so biased, I, as a son, really want to cry."
Huan'er just took the porridge into her mouth just to coax Mrs. Zhou to eat. She didn't dare to taste the porridge in her mouth and swallowed it hard.
At this moment, she was very surprised to see that Mrs. Zhou loved to drink this bowl of porridge so much, so she ate several mouthfuls in succession, and then she realized that this bowl of porridge only looked ugly on the outside, but it tasted really good.
Unknowingly, she also finished the porridge in the bowl, and she was still not satisfied and wanted another bowl.
At this time, Mrs. Zhou put the bowl on the table, wiped her mouth, looked at Zhou Ming, and burped: "You kid, please stop being glib here. I believe Huan'er because this girl is honest and not like you." This son, who is my son, often lies to me all day long in order to make me happy."
"How dare you, son!" Zhou Yiming quickly said, "Many times, I say those irrelevant things just to make you happy.
Let’s just talk about this time, how did my bowl of porridge go? Does it taste good? You two have to speak with your conscience! "
"It tastes very good." Huan'er was the first to say.
Mrs. Zhou had a straight face at first, but then she couldn't help but smile and said: "You have some skills, this bowl of porridge is really delicious, but I just want to ask you, do you have any more?"
"Haha..." Zhou Yiming laughed twice, "Are you addicted to drinking? Fortunately, I made a big pot, otherwise the pot would have reached the bottom before you two were full."
"Master, if there is more, I would like to drink another bowl." Huan'er said shyly.
"No problem, I'll serve it to you right away." Zhou Yiming said happily. After all, his busy work in the kitchen just now was not in vain. The bowl of porridge he made is simply addictive.
Zhou Yiming picked up two bowls, walked out of the study and came to the yard. He was about to go to the kitchen to serve food when there was a sudden movement at the door.
Zhou Yiming turned his back to the door, feeling worried because when he came back just now, he was too anxious and did not close the door, so that no matter who came outside at this time, he could easily break in.
It would be fine if a family member comes back, but if a bad guy comes, it will be troublesome.
Zhou Yiming immediately put on a fighting stance, holding two bowls, and suddenly turned around. The next moment he was stunned, because he knew the person at the door, it was Chun Nier who he had brought home before.
"Brother Zhou, are you really back?"
Chun Nier's face was full of tears, and she couldn't believe her eyes.
Zhou Yiming smiled slightly: "If I don't come back, who will be standing in front of you? What a silly girl."
After confirming that it was really Zhou Yiming in front of her, Chun Nier cried out. She rushed towards Zhou Ming desperately, threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and refused to let go.
Zhou Yiming held the bowl in both hands and could only pat her back gently with his elbows, comforting her: "Why are you crying? Brother, isn't he back? And he's not even injured... He just suffered a minor injury. It’s not in the way at all.”
Chun Nier ignored all this and just kept crying, her tears soaking Zhou Ming's clothes.
Huan'er, who heard the sound in the study, hurried out to check what was going on and found that Chuni was back. She asked nervously: "Chun Ni'er, didn't you go out with the young mistress last night? Why did you come back alone? Where is the young mistress? ?”
After Zhou Yiming heard Huan'er's words, he became nervous because he knew in his heart that if something unexpected had not happened, Chuni would never have been able to leave Lin Ajiao and come back alone.
