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Bewedded, Not Beloved

Chapter: 343

Qiao Jianqi’s mentality is strong enough, which can also be explained as shameless.
He smiled indifferently: “It’s okay. Anyway, Xi Qingchuan shouldn’t come back at noon, and the elderly like to come to the house for young people to eat.”
He doesn’t care, and I don’t care.
If Xi Qingchuan came back, the two of them would fight again.
So I took Qiao Jianqi back to Xi’s house for dinner. I was lucky. Father Xi and Mum Xi were not at home. Only grandma standing on the porch with a faucet on crutches was eagerly waiting for my return.
When we got out of the car, she squinted and walked down the porch, supported by sister Xi, and then looked up and down Qiao Jianqi: “Xiao Shengsheng, who is this young man?”
“He is Joe’s brother.”
“My name is Qiao Jianqi, good grandma.” Qiao Jianqi stretched out his hand to the old lady. It has been a long time since no one had shaken hands with the old lady, so the old lady gave birth to her dragon head walking stick. Qiao Jianqi held the old lady’s walking stick with a haha Shook it.
Qiao Jianqi also brought a gift, two food boxes, he handed it to sister Xi and told us: “I made mung bean cakes and red bean cakes myself.”
Originally, the old lady didn’t intend to take a look, but she was quite interested to hear what he said: “You did it yourself?”
“Yes.” I interrupted: “Qiao Jianqi is a chef, very good at cooking, and his dishes are delicious.”
“Then it’s just right today. I bought a large yellow croaker in the kitchen, but the master who made the yellow croaker is not here today. Will you do it? Leave it to you.” Grandma is really welcome, Qiao Jianqi responded with a grin: “Then Make a yellow croaker soup!”
“Can yellow croaker make soup?” The old lady pushed reading glasses: “I have eaten yellow croaker for most of my life, but I haven’t even drank yellow croaker soup.”
“Then you give it a try.”
“Sister Xi, take this Mr. Joe into the kitchen.”
Grandma stabbed me, but I was a little embarrassed. No matter how much Qiao Jianqi was a guest, I could see that grandma didn’t like him very much, maybe because he was a man.
I am the daughter-in-law of the Xi family, but brought a man home for dinner. It is normal for my grandmother to be unhappy.
“Excuse me, grandma, because he is Joe’s brother, so I don’t think too much.”
“Xiao Shengsheng, this is also your home. You can bring anyone back for dinner.” Grandma patted the back of my hand: “But that kid has been staring at you with his eyes. Did he hit your idea? ”
“There is no such thing, we are just ordinary friends.” The old lady’s eyes were so sharp that she couldn’t hide anything from her.
I helped the old lady walk through the door, and Qiao Jianqi had already gone into the kitchen to work.
I went to wash my hands and change clothes, then sat in the restaurant and waited to eat. Sister Xi first served me a bowl of soup for me to drink.
The chicken soup is very fresh, the fish maw tastes very waxy, it is a bit sticky, and the gelatin is very good.
“Young people nowadays love to brag, and they like to set up a person for themselves. People with domineering presidents are not fashionable anymore. Just set up a warm man.” Grandma is quite fashionable, and even understands this, I suddenly became agitated. Respectfully.
“Grandma really knows how to cook, and I have eaten his cooking, it’s delicious.”
“Compared with our chef Qu?”
Chef Qu is from Shandong, but he knows several cuisines. He cooks very delicious dishes. Grandma likes to eat his dishes. In her eyes, there is no one in the world who cooks more than Chef Qu. It’s delicious.
Sister Xi shuttled back and forth from the kitchen and the dining room twice, and came out to report to the old lady: “That Mr. Joe really seems to know how to cook, do you know how he handles fish scales?”
“Isn’t it scraping with a knife, is it chewing with your teeth?”
“He baked it with salt and then grilled it on fire. In the end, he gently pulled the scales down with his hands.”
The skins of marine fish are relatively tender, and the scales are quite difficult to scratch.
But grandma’s expression was still disdainful, she just didn’t believe Qiao Jianqi could cook.
The dishes at home came on the ground one after another. Soon, Qiao Jianqi’s yellow croaker soup came up. The whole clay pot was sealed with yellow mud, and the yellow mud had been baked in the oven.
As soon as the clay pot was put on the table, grandma frowned: “What are you? A big piece of yellow mud?”
Qiao Jianqi smiled without answering, using an iron spoon to gently crack the roasted yellow mud open. As soon as a crack was opened, I could smell a strong fragrance floating from it.
The yellow mud like biscuits fell on the table in large chunks. Inside the yellow mud was tin foil. He was cutting the tin foil with scissors, and the aroma suddenly overflowed the entire restaurant, irritating the chef and sister Xi. Look at it all around.
I also craned my neck. I have eaten Qiao Jianqi’s dishes, but I have only eaten a few. I have never seen yellow croaker soup before.
I saw the whole yellow croaker lying completely in the yellow soup. The soup was very rich, with bamboo fungus like small parachutes rising and falling.
Some people call Zhusheng mushrooms called Junzi mushrooms. Although they are delicious, they are not as outstanding as other mushrooms and won’t steal the taste of other ingredients.
Qiao Jianqi took her grandma’s bowl and put a small bowl in front of her: “Old lady taste it first.”
Grandma showed disgust, and stirred her bowl with a white porcelain soup spoon.
“Grandma, just taste it to see if it tastes good or not.”
“Would you like to taste it? Huang Bula is not good at first sight.” Grandma scooped it up with a small spoon and took a sip. Qiao Jianqi had already prepared the soup for me and handed it to me.
I paid attention to grandma’s expression, her brows were stretched, she looked very intoxicated, but it tasted very good.
I also took a sip immediately. It really lost my eyebrows. There was no fishy smell, and there was an indescribable scent.
“It’s delicious.” I immediately praised: “It’s really delicious.”
The fish was also very tender. The yellow croaker was originally stingy, and a large piece of meat was thrown in my mouth, which made me taste the sweetness of crab meat.
Grandma snorted and drank next to me, and a small bowl was quickly drunk.
Qiao Jianqi looked at us with a smile on her elbow, and grandma pushed the bowl over: “Put another bowl.”
The old lady is very old, and she eats very sparingly. No matter how delicious she is, she just eats a little bit. Today, she has to drink a second bowl of soup, which shows how delicious it is.
The other chef of the Xi family couldn’t help it, and came over with a bowl, wanting to taste it. Anyway, it was only my grandma and I eating at home today, so I asked Sister Xi and the others to sit down and have a taste.
Then a pot of yellow croaker soup was divided up quickly.

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