Travelling Back to 20 Years Ago and Adopt Myself

Chapter 34

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 had just learned that his own father and mother were quite good at craftsmanship.

　Peng Jiahui is an authentic Hongcheng native. He cooks the steamed vegetable and lotus root soup just like the grandpa and old lady. It is rich in seasoning and the fried fish is fragrant.

　Du Wenjuan is good at cooking Southeastern dishes, including thick oily red sauce with slow simmering and sweet and sour fish and lion head.

　When Jiang Wang ate, he felt a little enlightened. His childhood memories had been deliberately forgotten to the point where there were almost no memories. It turned out that there were still so many things worth remembering.

　"Brother has already drank two bowls of soup! Mom, your cooking is really good. I can't wait to eat your cooking every day!" Peng Xingwang is also very receptive to new flavored meals, and he finished two bowls of rice in the blink of an eye.

　"Why are you still calling me brother?" Du Wenjuan couldn't laugh or cry: "Didn't I teach you that you should be called uncle?"

　Jiang Wang coughed slightly, not feeling comfortable with being his own uncle.

　"Just let the child be happy, and let uncle show his age."

　However, it was okay at the beginning of cooking, but after the third meal, Du Wenjuan's pregnancy symptoms came back, and she vomited quietly with the door closed, not daring to let them know.

　Jiang Wang noticed something and knocked on the door: "Let's go out to eat. It's hard for you to keep doing this." Du Wenjuan

　quickly cleaned up and opened the door with an apologetic look on her face: "I'm really sorry. Actually, it's not a big problem."

　She looked towards He was reluctant to let go of the fish on the chopping board: "Actually, I've almost finished it. It's cooked quickly." "Pregnant women

　shouldn't smell the oil fumes." Jiang Wang forgot that she felt sorry for these fish and vegetables, so she washed her hands and said, "This way , I'll do it, just teach me at the door."

　He smiled sideways, as if he had discovered something.

　"It's a coincidence that no one has ever taught me how to cook when I grow up."

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

　Du Wenjuan thought it would work. Wen Sheng taught him how to cut the fish, peel the ginger, and pat the garlic.

　Jiang Wangzhen learned it for the first time.

　He didn't even know how much oil should be put in frying fish, so Du Wenjuan couldn't help but laugh while teaching him.

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

　"Forget it, remember, when the oil is hot, pinch a pinch of salt with your hands and spread it evenly along the pan so that the fish skin will not stick to the pan." Jiang Wang carefully followed her instructions and actually fried one

　. A decent fish.

　He prepared meat and vegetables according to her instructions, and also made egg drop soup.

　I was surprised in the end.

　"It's more convenient to cook with your own hands." He murmured: "It turns out it's so fast." "