After Transmigrating, The Fat Wife Made A Comeback!

Wu Min was the name of Xia Zhe's grandmother.

"You might know this child's grandfather. His name is Qiao Qiang," Xia Fang said.

Oh, Qiao Qiang...

Zhou Sheng fell into deep thought. He did know about this matter. Back then, Qiao Qiang had saved Xia Jun's life. Everyone of the older generation knew about this story. Then that young girl must be the one who was betrothed to Xia Zhe before she was born?

"How did Xia Zhe get to know this young girl? Based on his character, he doesn't seem to be the kind of person who gets married without meeting his partner first," Zhou Sheng asked.

Xia Fang had thought about this question as well. She also suspected that initially, Xia Zhe did not marry Qiao Mei willingly.

"We don't know any details about this, but after spending some time together, I find that Qiao Mei is indeed a very nice child. Qiao Qiang brought her up especially well," Xia Fang praised.

"Looks like you like this child very much. Then I can feel assured." Zhou Sheng nodded in satisfaction.

While the two of them were chatting enthusiastically, the "action" in the kitchen was also in full swing.

"You have never been in the kitchen before?" Qiao Mei asked Xia Zhe.

Xia Zhe nodded awkwardly. Nothing in his immediate surroundings looked familiar to him.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Just help me wash the vegetables," Qiao Mei said.

"This is definitely not a problem." Xia Zhe rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go all out.

Qiao Mei took a quick look at what was available in the kitchen. She did not expect to see an oven in Zhou Sheng's kitchen. This way, she could let him have a taste of the pastries she made.

There were some cabbages and chives in the fridge, a piece of tofu on the chopping board, and a basket of potatoes in the corner of the kitchen.

"Do you know what Grandpa Zhou likes to eat?" Qiao Mei asked.

"Grandpa Zhou is not picky about food. He eats everything, but since he's elderly, he can't eat anything that tastes too strong," Xia Zhe said.

"Then let's have scrambled eggs with chives, tofu with stewed cabbage, stir-fried potato slices, and braised pork. For dessert tonight, let's make a low-sugar cake for Grandpa Zhou," Qiao Mei said.

"Sure, anything that you want to make is fine," Xia Zhe said as he smiled at Qiao Mei.

Qiao Mei looked at the ingredients in front of her and thought that they seemed a little too plain. This was the first time she was cooking for Grandpa Zhou and she should be making some nice dishes. The normal dishes she wanted to make seemed a little too boring.

"I'm thinking maybe I should go out and buy more stuff. These dishes are a little too common. Will Grandpa Zhou like them?" Qiao Mei frowned as she looked at the ingredients on the chopping board.

Xia Zhe gently held Qiao Mei's hand and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa Zhou won't think much of it. He's very easygoing, you don't have to think too much."

Qiao Mei nodded. Even if these were very ordinary dishes, she could still make them delicious. She immediately got to work.

"What can I help you with?" Xia Zhe said.

"You can help me prepare the potatoes. Just peel them," Qiao Mei said as she pointed at the basket of potatoes.

"No problem. You can do something else." Xia Zhe took a small stool and a small knife and sat in front of the basket, preparing to peel potatoes.

Qiao Mei quickly washed the rest of the vegetables and then started the fire to heat up the oil. She finished cooking the other dishes very quickly. The rest of the dishes were ready to be served, but Xia Zhe had not finished peeling the potatoes yet.

Qiao Mei looked over curiously and saw Xia Zhe chopping the potatoes with the knife.

In the end, there was not much left of the pitiful potatoes in that basket. Qiao Mei stood behind Xia Zhe silently and watched until there was only one left. Xia Zhe happily held out a plate full of potato chunks for Qiao Mei.

"I'm done with the potatoes," Xia Zhe said happily as he held on to his plate.

Qiao Mei looked at the plate helplessly.

"Everything in this plate is what's left of this basket of potatoes?" Qiao Mei asked.

Xia Zhe turned to look at the potato pieces all over the ground and then at the remaining potatoes in his hand.

"Did... did I do it badly?" Xia Zhe said as he looked at Qiao Mei, feeling a little lost for words.

"No, it's just that we need to change the potato slices to shredded potato." Qiao Mei took the potatoes and prepared to shred them.

The potatoes on this plate were really pitifully small. There were not enough of them to cut into slices at all and they could only be used to make shredded potato.