Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    Du Wenjuan insisted on making them feel the warm connection from her family and insisted on cooking a meal for them at home.

    Jiang Wang lived to be twenty-eight years old, as if he just learned that his father and mother are very good at craftsmanship.

    Peng Jiahui is an authentic Hongcheng native. The steamed vegetable lotus root soup is exactly the same as that of the old grandfather and the old lady. The seasoning is rich and the fried fish is fragrant.

    Du Wenjuan is good at Southeastern cuisine, with thick oily red sauce and slow cooking over low heat, and sweet and sour fish lion head is a must.

    Jiang Wang was a little stunned when he was eating, his childhood memories were deliberately forgotten to almost nothing, and there were still so many things worth remembering.

    "My brother has already drank two bowls of soup! Mom, your craftsmanship is really good, I can't wait to eat your cooking every day!" After dinner.

    "Why do you still call me brother?" Du Wenjuan couldn't help laughing and crying: "Didn't I teach you, I should be called uncle."

    Jiang Wang coughed lightly, not very good at being his own uncle.

     "Just be happy with the child, and call your uncle to show your old age."

    But at the beginning of cooking, it was alright. After the third time, Du Wenjuan's pregnancy reaction came up again. She kept the door and vomited quietly, afraid to let them know.

    Jiang Wang noticed something, knocked on the door and said, "Let's go out to eat, it's hard work for you."

    Du Wenjuan quickly cleaned up and opened the door with an apologetic expression: "I'm really sorry, but it's not a big problem."

    She looked at the fish on the chopping board, and was reluctant to let go: "Actually, I have almost cleaned up, and it will be cooked very quickly."

    "Pregnant women should not smell the fumes." Jiang Wang knew that she felt bad for these fish and vegetables, so he washed his hands and said: "This way, I'll do it, you can teach me at the door."

    He smiled sideways, as if he had noticed something.

    "It's a coincidence that I have grown so big that no one has ever taught me to cook."

    Peng Xingwang was trying to come over to help, when he heard the sound, he poked his little head in: "I want to learn too!"

    Du Wenjuan thinks about it, it seems to be fine, Wen Sheng taught him how to change the knife for the fish, how to peel the ginger, and how to shoot the garlic.

    Jiang Wangzhen is learning for the first time.

    He didn't even know how much oil should be used to fry fish, so that Du Wenjuan couldn't help but teach him while laughing.

    She is about the same age as him now, only five or six years older, but she is quite familiar with running the house.

    "Forget it, when the oil is hot, pinch a pinch of salt with your hands and spread it evenly around the pan, so that the fish skin will not stick to the pan."

    Jiang Wang carefully studied a certain part of what she taught, and really fried a decent fish.

    He made meat and vegetable dishes as she instructed, and made egg drop soup.

    I was surprised at the end.

    "It's more convenient to cook with your own hands." He murmured: "So fast."

    "Yeah, don't go out to eat, many restaurants outside use oil and meat are not clean." Du Wenjuan is also very fond of such family moments, smiling: "If you have other dishes in the future If you want to learn, you can call me at any time, I have learned some dishes from the north and the south, and I can help you."

    "Well, sure."

    Holidays always go by so fast, and the view from the boat is fleeting.

    Peng Xingwang once again confirmed his existence with his mother. He was much more relaxed than when he came here, and he deliberately kissed Du Wenjuan's stomach through his coat.

    "You have to be obedient and don't make mother suffer too much."

    He raised his head and tiptoed to kiss his mother's face again.

    "Wait till I see you next time!"

    "Okay, mom will miss you every day." Du Wenjuan smiled softly, her hands wide open: "Just like in a storybook, mom loves you so much."

    "Safe journey, my baby."

    On the way back, Jiang Wang kept looking at the endless rice fields outside the window.

    He always felt like he had let go.

    Maybe, he used to be afraid too.

    I am not used to close contact, let alone trust my family.

    When Du Wenjuan said goodbye, these emotions drifted away like lake water, and the traces faded away.

    Ji Linqiu asked about the number of trains and drove over to pick them up.

    Peng Xingwang called him on purpose yesterday, but today when he saw people's small suitcases, he couldn't care about them, so he rushed over.

    "Ji! Teacher! Teacher!"

    "I! Super! Think! You!"

    "The layer cake you taught me to make, my mother said it was very delicious! It was the first time she ate such a great cake!"

    “Mr. Ji, I love you so much!”

    Ji Linqiu didn't hear the word love for a long time, and just at this moment, she met Jiang Wang's eyes, and the tips of her ears were a little hot.

    "I miss you too." He deliberately squatted down and hugged Peng Xingwang for a while.

    The child found something, pouted: "I want to grow to two meters high, so I will bend over and hug you in the future."

    "Two meters? It's taller than me." Jiang Wang hangs in the back and says, "Be careful when it is struck by thunder."

    "Brother! Brother!"

    The luggage and gifts are all put away in the trunk, Ji Linqiu habitually sits back in the driver's seat, fastens the seat belt and inserts the key to start the engine and drives smoothly.

    "By the way, someone at home sent it..." Halfway through his words, he realized that Jiang Wang was looking at him: "What am I doing?"

    "It's nothing." Jiang Wang turned his head to one side, and pretended to hold his head with his hands. In fact, he was covering the corner of his mouth with a smile: "Look at you driving very handsome."

    Ji Linqiu raised his eyebrows, skillfully changed directions and changed lanes, and continued: "I sent a big fish, a bucket of grass eggs, a bucket of rapeseed oil, and two live geese."

    "I can't take care of the goose, so I put it in Granny Feng's place to play with the sheep for now."

    Jiang Wang has a wide range of business, and naturally many people give gifts.

    Like a red envelope bank card shopping card, of course, he will not accept it or refund it.

    But there will always be people who will run away without even leaving a name.

    The four bookstores, together with the customer service operations in the online store, feed a lot of people, and many people are also willing to give gifts during the New Year and festivals.

    In this era, many people like to express their sincerity with live gifts.

    —so fresh! so alive! Boss Jiang, you can see how much we like you! happy holidays!

    I usually receive a cage of roosters and a few grass ducks. Jiang Wang usually asks his assistant to take him to a nearby vegetable market to help kill and chop it, and then find a nearby restaurant for some processing fees. .

    He learned cooking from Du Wenjuan for two days, but he was a little lost, and said suddenly, "Let's cook for the two of us."

    Ji Linqiu was paying attention to the road conditions, turning the steering wheel to look at him sideways.

    "At home?"

    "I know how to cook fish, I learned it in Cizhou." Jiang Wang instructed Peng Xingwang to send another text message for him to ask how the catfish was cooked, and his knuckles tapped on the steering wheel twice: "Let's go, let's go. Go to the market."

    Ji Linqiu smiled like a smile: "…Are you sure?"

    "Sure." Jiang Wang said frankly: "It will start burning at four o'clock,

    Burn our pot and throw it out to eat. "

    Du Wenjuan responded quickly to the text message, not only sent the entire process, but also wrote clearly which side dishes to buy.

    After the three of them moved to Hehua Gaoyuan, they didn't cook a single meal. They bought all the electrical appliances and kitchenware. In fact, they didn't have a bag of rice at home, so they had to buy them on the spot.

    Jiang Wang also felt that the stewed fish was not enough, so he bought some chives and wanted to scramble an egg and make a spinach soup.

    After returning home, he simply packed his luggage and clothes, and Ji Linqiu led him to see the fish.

    The bearded catfish is more than half a meter long, and it swims very happily in the dripping bathtub.

    Jiang Wang's smile froze.

    "It's so...long."

    "Yes." Ji Linqiu said with a smile: "The premise of cooking is to kill fish."

    Jiang Wang rolled up his sleeves, slammed his hands into the water, and picked up the fish.

    The catfish can't stand this kind of grievance, and the long tail slams the bow again, swiping his face.

    "His!"

    Ji Linqiu was happily beside him: "Okay, we two are even now."

    "Last time it wasn't the fish I caught and hit you!" Jiang Wang wiped his face with the back of his hand, and became annoyed: "Let's go, go to the vegetable market to find someone to kill! Cut all the scales clean, today eat it!"

    The catfish has jumped back into the bathtub when I heard the news, and it seems to have been lingering with the bathtub for a hundred years.

    Ji Linqiu didn't wipe his hair, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a smile: "If you praise me, I will kill you."

    Jiang Wang blinked: "You know this?"

    "Well, I have cooked with Grandpa Peng a few times when I went to the country with you. It's quite familiar." Ji Linqiu said calmly: "You can praise anything, and you can praise it five times, and you are not allowed to repeat it. "

    Jiang Wang felt that the dignity of a man was being challenged, he rolled up his sleeves and went to fish again, held it high, and was washed with water again.

    Ji Linqiu raised his eyes and said, "Fall, use force."

    When the man heard the sound, he slammed it, and the catfish was knocked out and temporarily lost the ability to resist.

    "Go, go to the kitchen, I am a virtuous teacher Ji who can sing, dance and dance."

    Ji Linqiu leaned over with **** and stuck the gills, and followed him to the kitchen.

    "What are you bragging about?"

    "Bang!"

    Cut off the head first.

    “Wow—”

    The tip of the knife pierces through the skin of the fish, penetrates from the back, and cuts along the bone line.

    The huge catfish was gills, viscera, bones, and meat. It was more smooth than driving before.

    Ji Linqiu was very familiar with knives, so that only his fingertips were stained with blood, and he looked at Sven with a hint of evil.

    The tip of the knife turned a half circle and nailed it to the chopping board, he laughed.

    "There are still thirty-four words left, continue to praise."

    Jiang Wang's gaze fell from his dark jade-like eyes, swept across the straight bridge of his nose and the arc of his jaw, and finally landed on the Adam's apple.

    He suddenly realized that Ji Linqiu was a very charming man.

    Mature and calm, and a little bad when teasing.

    It is his same sex, not the opposite **** that can be loved at will.

    Jiang Wang felt strange about this idea in his heart, and he also developed a somewhat irrelevant desire for possession and aggression.

    Every time he saw Ji Linqiu showing blood, his throat would dry out, as if he had been seduced.

    "No bragging." The man took a deep breath for a second, looked back, and said with a half-smile, "Why is the room a little hot, turn on the fan."

    "Wait a minute," Ji Linqiu laughed: "Brother Jiang, where were you looking at me just now?"

    Jiang Wang blinked.

    "Look at your throat."

    The voice is restrained, like hiding a secret.

    "Okay, no thanks."