It's winter now, and the temperature is on the low side, but it's much more comfortable than the extremely hot summer.
Shen Huijuan drank some sobering soup and was in a daze on the sofa, holding something she had not finished reading in her hand. Her head was still a little groggy. She read several lines with her eyes, but her brain did not understand what they meant.
"Mom, what did you cook that tastes so good?" Jian Yue asked.
"Sober up soup, go get a bowl yourself."
Shen Huijuan didn't want to move very much, feeling like she hadn't completely sobered up yet.
I was in a bad mood yesterday and drank a little too much.
The hangover soup made by Shen Huijuan contains seaweed and chopped wakame. There are no other ingredients. If you want seafood, you have to go to Zhou Youan.
Afraid of affecting Zhou Youan's rest, Shen Huijuan did not go.
Jian Yue filled a bowl of soup, came over and sat down, took two sips, and her uncomfortable stomach suddenly felt better: "Mom, your cooking skills are really getting better and better."
Shen Huijuan rolled her eyes at Jian Yue in a funny way: "Mom was thinking about a question just now. If mom is gone that day, who will cook for you in the future?"
"You are living well in the base, why are you not here?" Jian Yue retorted.
"Don't be so playful. As you get older, sooner or later you will have to leave." Shen Huijuan said.
She knows that her daughter is a person who does great things, and she does not require her to know how to cook, but just to worry.
Jian Yue paused, followed Shen Huijuan's words, and replied: "Then find an aunt who cooks. There should be many people who need this job, or let Zhou Youan do it. I think he is quite interested. He has tried to do it before. After two times, it will look good."
"Xiao Zhou, that's good. I'll ask him later if he wants to learn how to cook with me."
Shen Huijuan was happy to bring Jian Yue and Zhou Youan together, but she did not want to impose her wishes on the children.
If Zhou Youan is willing to learn, she will be willing to teach. Whether Zhou Youan is willing to help her take care of Jian Yue in the future is a matter for later.
Besides, her daughter is so good, she has no shortcomings except not knowing how to cook.
In fact, she still has shortcomings. The shortcomings are that she has poor empathy and is a bit neurotic. When faced with a handsome guy who shows her kindness, she doesn't have any trouble at all.
Recalling Zhou Youan's attitude of asking for praise after cooking, Jianyue said, "He should be quite happy."
Shen Huijuan didn't say anything more about it, and said: "Yueyue, Mom wants to write it too, what do you think? Some of the plots are quite irritating. If I were the author, I would definitely not arrange the plot like that."
"It's good. You can write if you want. I'll go find two laptops later. You can use a laptop to write, which is easy to modify, or you can just use a tablet to write by hand, but it's not as fast as typing."
Jianyue is very supportive. After all, life in the last days is quite boring and requires spiritual sustenance.
"I happened to have a dream yesterday, and I thought the plot in the dream was very suitable as a subject. Do you want to listen to it?" Shen Huijuan asked.
"Mom, I have a little headache. I might need to get some more sleep."
"You're not willing to listen, you stinky girl."
Jian Yue laughed and drank the soup.
Let her go, why doesn't she like it? She gets sleepy every time and just can't stand the complicated plot in it.
She was too murderous. When Shen Huijuan discussed the plot with her, she couldn't give her better feedback and would probably directly suggest that she kill that character.
Jianyue didn't know if it would look good like this, but she knew that Shen Huijuan would definitely kill her.
"Get some tablets and laptops, and I'll see which one is more convenient for writing." (End of Chapter)
