Speed ​​God

Chapter 40 Every Holiday

"...Yes. Yes. You should also take care of yourself, be careful not to catch a cold, and don't get chilled from playing in the snow."

Lu Cheng held his phone, focused and serious, his expression a mix of emotions—excitement and elation mixed with worry.

A voice came from the other end of the phone. Lu Cheng paused, turned around, and glanced back.

Jiang Mo didn't look up, continuing to busy herself with setting the table, seemingly completely unaware that Lu Cheng was talking to his son on the phone; her actions spoke louder than her words.

Lu Cheng let out a soft breath and looked away. "Your mother is doing well. Yes, Happy New Year. You have the afternoon off today, so relax and have some fun."

Finally, I hung up the phone.

Lu Cheng stood still, turned around and faced the kitchen. "Xiao Zhou didn't have a day off today either. He was still training this morning, physical training and simulator training. But because all the coaches are on holiday, academic classes are suspended. He has a day off this afternoon. He just finished training at the gym and is on his way back."

Lu Cheng continued talking incessantly, while Jiang Mo remained busy, merely nodding slightly to indicate his understanding.

Lu Cheng did not give up.

"It's snowing in Maranello. Xiaozhou is especially excited. This kid from the south has never seen snow before. He just had a snowball fight with the base staff."

"...Xiaozhou said he missed home-cooked food, but there are no Chinese restaurants in Maranello, so he plans to cook for himself tonight."

With that one sentence, Jiang Mo stopped what he was doing.

It was noticeable that Jiang Mo's shoulders and spine stiffened slightly, his head drooped, and his profile was obscured by shadows, making it impossible to see his expression, but he seemed somewhat lost in thought.

In fact, Jiang Mo had already "forgiven" Lu Zhizhou. During this period of time, she had spoken to Lu Zhizhou on the phone, but she always kept her distance and did not ask about the racing. She only cared about Lu Zhizhou's health, as if Lu Zhizhou was just going to attend a math summer camp, nothing more.

Although Jiang Mo didn't say it explicitly, both Lu Cheng and his son Lu Zhizhou understood that she was still angry.

But how could Jiang Mo not be angry?
Lying. School. And street racing.

Each of these is a major event, potentially impacting the future and even posing a life-threatening risk. It's not something that can be wiped clean with a simple "I'm sorry, but this won't happen again."

Jiang Mo knew that Lu Zhizhou was smart and precocious, and had his own opinions at a young age, so there was no need to worry about him; but ultimately, he was only seventeen years old, and as a mother, it was her responsibility to worry about him, protect him, and educate him, and she could not simply let the matter pass.

At home, Lu Cheng doesn't manage anything and always goes along with Lu Zhizhou. If she doesn't play the bad guy and doesn't draw a clear line, how can the child distinguish right from wrong?

She was angry, of course she was angry, she was still angry at Lu Zhizhou and Lu Cheng; but at the same time, she was also angry at herself.

She worried that she was being too busy with work and neglecting her son.

These things cannot be explained in just a few words, and she doesn't want to just brush them aside like that.

However, despite his anger, Jiang Mo couldn't help but worry.

Lu Zhizhou, that kid, looks mature, but he's still a child after all. He's always been waited on hand and foot at home and has never even stepped into the kitchen himself. Now he's all alone in Maranello, with no friends or acquaintances, and everyone around him speaks Italian.

Whenever the holiday season, think twice.

From childhood to adulthood, Lu Zhizhou had never left their side, but this time, he was all alone in the distant European continent to welcome the New Year.

When Jiang Mo heard that Lu Zhizhou missed his hometown food and was preparing to cook it himself, his heart was deeply touched, and he froze on the spot.

Looking down at the peanut and pig's trotter soup in his hand, Jiang Mo seemed to hear his son's light and bright voice, "Ah, is there pig's trotter soup tonight?"

Caught off guard.

Jiang Mo put down the soup bowl in his hand, quickly turned around and went into the kitchen. With his back to the door, he hurriedly wiped away the warm tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.

However, the surging emotions were almost about to burst forth.

After taking two deep breaths, Jiang Mo regained her composure and quickly calmed herself down. She then continued to take the dishes out. Lu Cheng, standing in the dining room, proactively came forward, took the dishes from Jiang Mo's hands, and cautiously observed her expression.

He was worried about his son, but he was also worried about his wife.

As a result, when the two of them stood in front of the dining table, Jiang Mo was taken aback. She noticed that there were already bowls and chopsticks on the table, and she had taken them once, and now she was taking them again.

Moreover, both times there were three sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Looking at the six sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, Lu Cheng was stunned.

At this very moment, far away in Maranello, Lu Zhizhou, having hung up the phone, also felt a little lost. He knew his mother was still angry, but he couldn't say anything.

I tilted my head slightly, and the slowly falling snowflakes landed on my cheeks, feeling cool and refreshing.

However, the joy and excitement of seeing snow for the first time in his life also subsided. Lu Zhizhou kicked the unfrozen snow on the ground indignantly and walked dejectedly towards the apartment.

The apartment was empty, not a single person was there. Christmas followed by New Year's Day, which is the biggest holiday of the year in all of Europe, and all the students had gone home.

Only the continent of Lu.

Originally, Lu Zhizhou was also planning to go home, but with final exams approaching and the Lunar New Year just around the corner, traveling back and forth would be too much trouble. So he decided to stay in Maranello for Christmas and New Year's and go home later.

Now it seems the only solution is to go home, apologize to my mother in person, and beg for forgiveness; and also, study hard for the exam and get a good grade to prove myself.

Letting out a long breath, Lu Zhizhou didn't wallow in his low spirits. He clenched his fist to cheer himself up and straightened his back again.

Buzz, buzz buzz buzz.

Lu Zhizhou's phone vibrated in his coat pocket. He took it out and saw that there were not just one message, but one after another, and he couldn't stop.

My first thought was "New Year's text messages".

However, no.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork belly, braised beef shank, mushroom and old duck soup, steamed sea bass...

Recipes kept popping up one after another, leaving Lu Zhizhou stunned. Finally, he saw a text message from Lu Cheng.

"This is a recipe. Not an online recipe, it's all your mom's. She didn't know what ingredients you could buy in Maranello, so she just wrote some down. Take a look and see which dishes you can make. Anyway, they're all your favorites. Try cooking for yourself and treat yourself."

"Be careful not to burn the kitchen down."

Stunned, Lu Zhizhou stood there, his tongue filled with bitterness, his eyes slightly red.

He took another deep breath, the crisp air filling his chest, but his blood began to boil slightly, a smile crept onto his lips, and his steps became lighter.

Looking up at the snowflakes fluttering in the air, Lu Zhizhou's mood brightened again, and he began to daydream, "What should I try today?"

Unfortunately, this ambition did not last long, because Lu Zhizhou realized—

No shops were open in Maranello, even the vegetable shop and butcher shop on the street were closed. Chef Lu Zhizhou's debut may have to wait a while longer.

but!

This still didn't stump Lu Zhizhou.

On the land of China, where "food is the paramount necessity of the people," their passion for food is beyond question. Even without culinary talent or sufficient ingredients, people still find ways to eat and drink well, enjoying the most authentic cuisine in the simplest way.

So at this moment, the most perfect choice is—

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