Rebirth Ninety's Fat Wife Should Be Self-reliant

Chapter 29 Teaching Cooking

Zhou Huilan didn't know what Lu Changqing was thinking.

As she walked to Lu's house, she was thinking about what to teach her. After all, Lu Changqing not only lent her a tricycle today, but also helped her build a coal shed.

Although she is very strong now, building the coal shed requires skills, and she really can't do it so quickly.

The sister-in-law Lu Changqing refers to as Lu Fengxia is actually a distant relative of his family in the countryside. Her parents got divorced and came to the city to live in the city. She was taken in by Mr. Lu, who took care of their lives at home. Mr. Lu did not only buy money every month but

Food money and some pocket money will be given to her.

Zhou Huilan originally thought that the sister-in-law in Lu Changqing's mouth was an honorific title, and she should be about the same age as them. When she saw the gray-haired Aunt Fengxia, and then heard Lu Changqing's serious talk about asking her to teach her how to cook, Zhou Huilan just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

"No, no, it's not about teaching, I just..."

"It's you, girl!" Unexpectedly, Aunt Fengxia came up with a face of enthusiasm and hugged Zhou Huilan's arm, "Chang Qing said he found something he wanted to eat, and I thought he was coaxing me. I didn't expect it to happen. Come on,

Please teach me quickly, you don’t know how this kid eats, if he wasn’t afraid of starving to death, he wouldn’t even open his mouth!”

Zhou Huilan was a little confused by this excessive enthusiasm, but she was already dragged into the kitchen by Aunt Fengxia.

The Lu family's house is obviously divided into front and back yards, and has complete classical regulations. The kitchen is also from the old house, almost the same as the one where Zhou Huilan lived at Granny Duan's house.

But what shocked Chow Huilan even more was the various good things displayed on the kitchen wall.

Abalone, shark fin, bird's nest, sea cucumber, fish maw, deer antlers...

There is everything, many of which Chow Huilan has never seen on TV.

So is this Lu family so rich?

No wonder Lu Changqing speaks with such authority among those old men and women. It turns out to be his ability!

"Girl, what's your name? Let's do something. We need to prepare something. See if you have it at home. If not, I'll buy it quickly. I'm stupid. You have to teach me slowly. I won't be able to learn it quickly."

Aunt Fengxia's humility was too much for Zhou Huilan to bear. She waved her hands in a panic, "I don't know how to cook. That is, I just drank a bowl of the egg pimple soup that I made that day, and yesterday's fried rice."

He also ate a bowl of soybean noodles."

"There's no meat at home, why don't I go buy it now!" Fengxia said, wiping her hands on her apron and heading out.

Zhou Huilan quickly stopped her and said, "Auntie, why don't we make egg pimple soup today? It's simple."

Fengxia nodded, took out a small notebook from somewhere and started to write it down.

This posture made Zhou Huilan, who had taken two eggs and prepared to beat them into a bowl, hold it in for a long time before she finally managed to say an official sentence, "Take two eggs, smash them into a bowl and beat them up..."

How uncomfortable would it be for a half-baked master to meet a studious and serious disciple?

Zhou Huilan, who became a teacher for the first time in her two lives, finally experienced it today.

She was asked to make the egg lump soup by herself in less than half an hour. With explanations and demonstrations, she worked on it for more than an hour, and Aunt Fengxia hadn't finished taking notes yet.

Every time Zhou Huilan moved, she would ask and write it down, which made Zhou Huilan hold back her nose itching and not dare to pick it, for fear that her aunt would ask her what the meaning of this action was.

"Don't bother me." After finally taking down the notes, Fengxia put down her notebook and explained to Zhou Huilan, "You don't know, our Dr. Lu can't eat. He feels sick when he sees food. He drinks all kinds of soups and medicines.

, I also tried a lot of Western medicine, but all of them were useless. The old man couldn’t tell that he was ugly. When dinner time came, the house was quiet and there was no sound at all.”

Zhou Huilan was stunned for a moment, "Doctor Lu, is this... anorexia?"

"Yes! That's what the doctor in the hospital said, but he took the medicine and the decoction and drank it, but it was of no use. It was harder for him to eat every day than to drink the medicine, and he looked so thin that there was only a handful of bones left.

, I feel distressed just looking at it, not to mention the old man!"

So...that's it!

Zhou Huilan suddenly felt relieved that Lu Changqing was robbing her of her meal.

Maybe the food he cooked matched a certain taste in his memory, which made him so unable to control himself from eating. He is a patient, so you can't blame him.

Aunt Fengxia followed Zhou Huilan's steps and made egg pimple soup without making any mistakes. After a while, a pot of white, green and yellow pimple soup was made. When a little sesame oil was added, the aroma suddenly overflowed. It was almost as good as Zhou Huilan's.

Exactly the same.

"He will definitely be able to eat a big bowl this time!" Zhou Huilan encouraged her aunt.

Aunt Fengxia was also full of excitement and brought the bowl to Lu Changqing's room.

Looking at the pimple soup that looked the same as that day, Lu Changqing breathed a sigh of relief and walked up to it with interest. However, when he smelled the fragrance, his brows immediately wrinkled.

"Let's go quickly!" He waved his hands in panic.

Fengxia was stunned, but she quickly took out the bowl, placed it at the door, and then quickly opened the door and window of Lu Changqing's room.

The fresh air quickly dissipated the aroma of the pimple soup, and the nausea gushing out of Lu Changqing's throat was suppressed.

"How did that happen?"

Aunt Fengxia looked confused, and Zhou Huilan was also confused.

She took the bowl of pimple soup and took a sip. It tasted exactly the same. There was no difference. How could this be?

"Is it an oil problem?"

Aunt Fengxia returned to the kitchen with the bowl in hand and looked at the pot of pimple soup, her excitement was gone.

"And the vegetables are not the ones you use. Didn't you say that the vegetables you used were grown by Grandma Duan herself? Why don't you sell me some of your vegetables, as well as your oil..."

Aunt Fengxia looked so obsessed that it felt like she was not cooking at all, but delving into a profound science.

Although Zhou Huilan wanted to say that there was no difference if these things were bought from the grain and oil shop on the street, after all Lu Changqing's reaction just now, she still agreed to Aunt Fengxia's request.

The oil at home was originally bought by Granny Duan, and there was not much left. Zhou Huilan sent all of it to the Lu family, and also picked a handful of vegetables from the field.

When she came out of the Lu family, Aunt Fengxia was still reading the notebook one by one. Zhou Huilan couldn't stand it anymore, so she hurried out.

She did teach her seriously, and Lu Changqing didn't drink her soy milk, nor did she use well water for the pimple soup and fried noodles. She didn't understand why this happened.

When she got home, her mother-in-law asked about the situation, and Zhou Huilan told her everything in detail.

The mother-in-law shook her head with pity on her face, but suddenly she cursed fiercely, "That Lu Yushu has committed too many sins, and now his grandson is being punished!"

(End of chapter)