The chef's certificate was found out by his wife, and then it exploded

Chapter 26 Regret, the trigger
After school.

In Bai Miao's car.

"Mom, I will go to my classmate's house to play tomorrow morning."

Bai Miao said.

"Oh, which classmate, Yang Yan or Ma Xiaoxiao?"

Mother Bai asked.

The two girls have a good relationship with their daughters.

There is no need to worry about my daughter’s academic performance, and it’s okay to play all morning on weekends.

"Yes...it's Wang Miao."

Bai Miao hesitated and answered.

"Wang Miao!"

Mother Bai was shocked, raised her eyebrows slightly, and glanced at her daughter in the rearview mirror:
"Is that the handsome male classmate behind you?"

"Ah."

Bai Miao nodded nervously.

"Just you?"

Mother Bai asked patiently.

"There are also the deputy monitor and other students."

Bai Miao said.

"Oh, that's okay. Mom will send it to you tomorrow morning."

Mother Bai breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

If there are other students, just act as a group.

Although at the age of eight, you don’t have to worry about puppy love or anything like that, but after all, men and women are different, and you still have to guard against things that should be guarded against.

Those who have daughters just have to worry more.

……

Jin Hao's family.

When Jin Hao got home, he lay on the sofa and played mobile games.

There is basically no need for him to inform his father in advance about where he wants to go on weekends.

But today, Jin's father rarely cared about his son when he came home. He sat down on the sofa, his huge belly almost reaching the coffee table.

"Son, if dad is free this weekend, will he take you fishing?"

"Don't go."

Jin Hao didn't even raise his head to answer.

"Then I'll take you to grandma's house?"

Jin Han said again.

"Grandma's house?"

Jin Hao hesitated.

His mother passed away due to illness the year before last, and his grandma and grandpa have been depressed for the past two years.

He wanted to visit.

"Go tomorrow afternoon."

"Why not in the morning?"

Jin Han was slightly startled.

"I'm going to play at my classmate's house tomorrow morning, as promised."

Jin Hao answered.

"Then call him and tell him that he won't be going tomorrow."

Jin Han smiled.

I thought it was a big deal.

That's it, it's simple.

"no!"

Jin Hao immediately shook his head.

"What's wrong? Is there something important?"

Jin Han asked curiously.

"Ah."

Jin Hao nodded.

"!!"

Jin Han was even more curious.

"what's up?"

"Go to his house for dinner and try his dad's cooking."

Jin Hao answered.

"..."

Jin Han was speechless.

Have a meal?

As for?
Is his family short of food?

Their family has hundreds of millions in assets, but have they never tasted any good food or visited any expensive places?
My classmate’s father’s cooking skills, a five-star chef?

That’s not unusual either!
He was almost tired of the food in five-star hotels.

"When you come back, dad will take you to the Red Mansion!"

Jin Han touched his son's head and said.

The Red Mansion is a high-end restaurant and very famous.

The taste is also very good.

"Red Mansion?"

Jin Hao shook his head and put down his phone.

"Dad, let me tell you, the food cooked by Wang Miao's father is delicious. It's really super delicious. It's a hundred times better than all the good food I've eaten before..."

Jin Hao's saliva couldn't help but flow down as he spoke.

"..."

Jin Han was speechless.

Children who have never seen the world love to exaggerate.

A hundred times a thousand times...

What kind of measurement?

Wang Miao’s father?

He had only seen Wang Miao's mother, who was very beautiful and sexy, but he had a hidden disease and had long been disinterested in women.When did Wang Miao's father appear?
"Haha, if you like it, then you can go. We will go to your grandma's house tomorrow afternoon."

"Ah."

Jin Hao nodded vigorously.

……

Zheng family.

When Zheng Jiahui arrived home, his mother was cooking.

"Mom, what are you doing tonight? It smells so good!"

Zheng Jiahui asked.

"Your favorite chicken stew with mushrooms."

Mother Zheng replied.

"Oh~~"

Zheng Jiahui's face became happy, but then he became a little troubled.

He originally planned to eat less tonight and skip tomorrow morning, and then go directly to Wang Miao's house to eat.

The result is now...

Chicken stewed with mushrooms is his mother's specialty, and it's particularly good.

Even though it's not as amazing as Wang Miao's father's meatloaf and steamed dumplings, it's enough to arouse all his taste buds.

What's more, the meal he had for lunch smelled even better now that he was already hungry.

"What's the matter, frowning?"

Mother Zheng looked back and was stunned, and couldn't help but ask.

"Ah? No, it's nothing. I just have to go to my classmate's house for dinner tomorrow morning."

“If the food at his place is not delicious, you don’t have to go, or you may miss two bites.”

Mother Zheng smiled.

"No, it's because his cooking is so delicious, I..."

Zheng Jiahui shook his head.

"..."

The expression on Zheng's mother's face was stagnant.

Feelings are about hesitating whether you want to eat what I cook or not?
"Whose family has my classmate's mother cooking so deliciously?"

"It's Wang Miao's family, Wang Miao's father."

Zheng Jiahui said.

"Wang Miao's father!"

Mother Zheng’s voice suddenly rose an octave, with an expression of disbelief on her face:

"He cooks?"

"Yes, it's delicious. No, it's very, very delicious. I've never tasted such delicious meatloaf, steamed dumplings, and steamed dumplings..."

Zheng Jiahui answered in the affirmative.

"~~~"

Mother Zheng was so depressed that she could no longer feel the spoon in her hand.

Such a handsome guy actually asked him to cook...

Oh my God, what a waste!
Was Wang Miao's mother kicked in the head by a donkey?

He has such a handsome face while cooking, what if it gets blackened by oil?
It's too late to regret!

At the same time, I felt inexplicable envy in my heart.

Her handsome husband cooks for her, but her bastard, greasy, bald, and ugly has never even boiled an egg for her in so many years.

I regret it when I think about it.

She was really blind back then.

If she had a knife in her hand now, she might kill someone...

"Mom, the pot seems to be mushy."

Zheng Jiahui smelled a burnt smell and warned.

"Huh? Oh."

Mother Zheng came to her senses and quickly rescued her.

In the end, I cooked a pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms that was substandard and had a burnt smell.

At 06:30, Father Zheng arrived home, brought a bottle of wine to the table, drank it himself, and took a sip.

Then he picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth. The next moment he frowned:
"Why are you confused?"

That night, a big war broke out in the Zheng family, and the earth shook.

All the neighbors started to fight...

……

Wang family.

Today is Friday, get off work early.

Wang He returned home early to prepare dinner.

Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, cold lettuce, garlic lettuce, pan-fried cod!

To be honest, today's dinner was not difficult at all. The most important thing was to control the heat.

Once the heat is well controlled, the basic taste will not be bad.

First, let’s make porridge.

Wash some rice and put it in a pot to cook slowly.

You cannot use a rice cooker, use a small casserole, cook on a natural gas stove over low heat.

Then Wang He dealt with the silver cod.

Cod is a marine fish that likes to live in cold water areas. It is high in protein, low in fat, and has few spines. It is suitable for all ages.

Wang He bought top-grade silver cod and carefully selected it.

Cut the fish (segments) into [-] cm thick pieces, massage them gently, remove the small spines, and then marinate them with a little cooking wine and salt.

Continue massaging during this process to speed up marinating.

After marinating, drain the water with kitchen paper, then heat the oil in a pan.

Remember, use butter here, butter is more fragrant.

When butter melts add garlic slices.

When the garlic slices are slightly brown, add the cod fillets.

This process is the key. Whether the cod is delicious or not depends on the control of the heat and oil temperature.

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(End of this chapter)