Buzz-buzz-
Jiang Wei's phone vibrated twice. She took out her phone, blocked the light with one hand, and turned the screen to the darkest setting.
It’s a text message from Jiang Su——
"Wu Zhibo has diarrhea, let's leave first. You and Yan Anqing should go home after watching the movie!"
Jiang Wei:......
What a lame excuse, you ruthless scumbag!
Jiang Wei pursed her lips, sorted out her words, and whispered: "Um...Sister An Qing, my brother said they had to leave beforehand."
"Oh." Yan Anqing stared at the movie screen and responded casually, as if he had already guessed that they would run away.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Jiang Wei didn't know what to say, so she could only stare blankly at the screen and finish the movie in a daze.
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When Jiang Wei returned home, Jiang Su was already sitting on the sofa playing games.
Seeing Jiang Su, Jiang Wei got angry inexplicably, threw her bag on the sofa, and shouted: "Jiang - Su -!"
Jiang Su frowned, winked at Jiang Wei, and quickly jumped into the game team battle.
Jiang Wei sat down next to him angrily: "You three did it on purpose, right? You just left first on purpose, right?"
"Cough cough... cough cough cough." Jiang Su winked at Jiang Wei again, and even said "shhh".
Jiang Wei was stunned, and then someone walked out of the kitchen.
"Weiwei, are you back too? Didn't you go to Chen Sichun's house to make up lessons?"
Jiang Wei took a deep breath and looked at Jiang's mother who "appeared out of thin air" without moving, and nodded like a fool: "Ah, that's right, I'm going to make up for my classes."
"You just said..."
"You heard wrong." Jiang Wei blocked her mother's words without changing her expression and spoke nonsense seriously.
Mother Jiang frowned slightly and glanced at Jiang Su who "helped classmates move" and Jiang Wei who "went to classmates' homes to make up lessons", feeling like a mirror in her heart.
"Oh - you two wash your hands and I'll cut up some fruit to eat."
"Okay mom." Jiang Wei immediately transformed into a caring little cotton-padded jacket and smiled sweetly.
After watching her mother enter the kitchen again, Jiang Wei shoved Jiang Su angrily: "Mom is at home, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Victory!"
"Oh! We won! It's not easy! It's like four against six." Jiang Su breathed a sigh of relief, leaned lazily on the sofa, and glanced at Jiang Wei, "I gave you a wink."
"Hey." Jiang Wei knew she was in the wrong and rolled her eyes.
Looking in the direction of the kitchen, Jiang Wei was thinking about going to the comic exhibition. After thinking about it, she came up with a plan and ran to the kitchen.
As soon as she stood up, she threw the pillow away and hit Jiang Su on the head.
Jiang Su, who was suddenly attacked by an air raid:?
Forget it, ignore her and start another game.
Jiang Wei ran to the kitchen, diligently found an apron and put it on: "Mom, what are you making for dinner? Can I help you cook it?"
Mother Jiang looked at Jiang Wei with a suspicious look, and touched her forehead: "This child doesn't have a fever, why is he saying stupid things?"
"No, no, I really want to..."
Before Jiang Wei could finish her words, Jiang's mother mercilessly nudged her back with her elbow: "Go aside, you are not enough to cause trouble for me here. The fruits have been cut. If you really want to work, Just take the fruit out."
"Mom, I..."
"Go, go." Mother Jiang impatiently put the fruit plate into Jiang Wei's hand and waved her hand like a fly.
The despised Jiang Wei: Alas, I don’t know since when, she is no longer her mother’s little cotton-padded jacket!嘤嘤嘤~
After Jiang Wei went out, Jiang's mother continued to be busy in the kitchen.
She took out the hairtail fish from the refrigerator, fried some of them for a while, and wanted to find a pocket to put the rest in.
Looking around, Mother Jiang finally locked her eyes on the newspaper she brought in beside the chopping board.
Mother Jiang wrapped the remaining frozen hairtail in newspapers, but accidentally saw the date on the newspaper - Sunday, x month x.
hiss……
Mother Jiang took a breath—it turns out today is not Wednesday!
She was really confused for a while...
She thought...
Thinking about it again, Weiwei did call "Mom" just now, not "Mom"...
Careless!
So Jiang's mother quickly opened the kitchen door: "Weiwei! What's the matter with you? Come here and help me cook!"
Jiang Wei was stunned and opened her mouth: "I...it's okay. But mom, are you sure you're okay too?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha……"
Mother Jiang laughed awkwardly, but Jiang Wei didn't brush her face anymore. She pinched a piece of apple and put it in her mouth, then ran to the kitchen.
She had already made up an excuse to go to the Comic Con, and she wanted to bring it up while she was helping her mother to gain favor!
At dinner time, my father also came back, and the family of four happily gathered around the dining table.
Mom scooped up a bowl of soup, placed it in front of Dad, and said with a smile: "This tomato and egg soup was made by Weiwei. It has been left to dry for a while. It is just right to drink now. It is not hot."
Hearing this, Jiang Su, who was about to drink soup, stopped vigilantly and glanced at his father out of the corner of his eye.
I saw my father happily praising Jiang Wei for becoming more and more sensible, then picked up the bowl and took a big sip.
The next second, a salty and bitter taste hit Dad Jiang's taste buds. In addition to the saltiness, there were also condiments like soy sauce, light soy sauce, and vinegar mixed together in a chaotic manner, and there was even a hint of cooking wine.
But in front of his daughter, the father swallowed the soup with a "gudong" sound.
"Weiwei, it tastes delicious! Her cooking skills are good, she can compete with your mother!" Father Jiang gave a thumbs up.
Jiang Su listened and wanted to bury his head in the bowl, almost laughing.
Jiang's mother glared at Jiang Su: "Your father is praising Weiwei, why are you laughing? You should learn from your sister."
After saying that, Mother Jiang picked up the bowl and put on a smile: "Let me try Weiwei's cooking."
After taking a sip, my mother fell into deep thought.
"Mom, does it taste good?" Jiang Wei looked forward to it.
Mother Jiang gave her a complicated look, then stared straight at Father Jiang: "Do you think Weiwei's cooking skills can match mine?"
The atmosphere was a little suffocating.
Dad had a strong desire to survive. He made a distance between his index finger and thumb: "I'm still a little behind you."
These words sounded like praise to Jiang Wei's ears. She smiled shyly: "After all, mom has been cooking for decades. I am definitely not as good as mom."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang's mother's face became even colder. She stared at her father with "give you another chance to reorganize your language" written all over her face.
"You mean, Weiwei and I are just so different in our cooking skills?"
Father Jiang took a suffocating breath, looked at his wife's frosty face, and then looked at his little daughter's longing and expectation. He couldn't help but swallow, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.
"Actually... there is still a big gap... Weiwei still has a lot of room for improvement..." Jiang's father carefully considered his words and spoke slowly, looking back and forth between the two women, one large and one small.
"Hahahahaha..." Jiang Su couldn't hold it in any longer, and the burrito he was chewing spurted out - is this the invisible pressure of a married man? So pitiful, hahahahaha...
Hearing the sound, Father Jiang suddenly had an idea, as if a drowning man was grabbing a life-saving straw. He turned his head and rushed towards Jiang Su: "Son, try the soup made by your sister, and you will evaluate it!"
