Chapter 217: Go home, thousands of push plus more!

"Mom! I'm back!"
As soon as I entered the house, Gong Nan Bei smelled a strange smell, and after carefully smelling it, the smell was very pungent and spicy!
"I'm coming!"
In the direction of the kitchen, Li Jingrou walked out wearing an apron, and the pungent smell suddenly became stronger, and then look at Li Jingrou's choking eye circles.
Gong Nanbei asked in surprise: "Mom, are you cooking?"
Li Jingrou smiled and said, "Yeah, isn't it just the Spring Festival? It's a holiday for Mother Wang. Just when you said that you are going home today, I want to make something delicious for you and your father."
The corners of Gong Nanbei's mouth twitched, and his mother's cooking skills can be described in four words, ghosts and gods retreat!
That stinky tofu fried moon cake that year has made him unforgettable!
Gong Nanbei said with a light cough: "Mom, cooking is bad for your skin, let me do it."
Li Jingrou refused, "No, I don't believe I can't cook an edible dish!"
"Then what did you do this time?"
"Fried bullfrog with lemon tahini sauce!"
The corners of Gong Nan Bei's mouth twitched, silently put down the package, and walked to the kitchen.
Looking at the black smoky pot, Gong Nanbei couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, when he was a child, he grew up with Wang's mother cooking, otherwise he might die of food poisoning!
Look again, the range hood in the kitchen was not turned on, and the palace was speechless for a while.
Silently turned on the cooker hood, took off Li Jingrou's apron and said, "Mom, let me do it."
Li Jingrou let out a soft cough, and said with some lack of confidence: "I have eaten this dish in a restaurant. I am confident that I can restore it!"
The corners of Gong Nanbei's mouth twitched again, trying to adjust his expression as much as possible: "Mom, it's better for me to come, for the New Year, you don't want our whole family to go to the hospital."
Li Jingrou shuddered in his head and said, "How can I say it! Mommy cooking is so terrible?"
Gong Nanbei didn't speak, but looked back at the uncleaned oil fume. Li Jingrou followed his gaze and then silently took off his apron and handed it to Gong Nanbei.
"..."
There are many dishes outside the kitchen, and the trademarks have not been revealed. It seems that Li Jingrou really wants to show off a wave of cooking skills in front of her son. Unfortunately, the smoke billowing in the kitchen fully shows that she is not the material for cooking.
When the oil fume was almost exhausted, Gong Nanbei walked into the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife, and began to process the ingredients.
Li Jingrou stood outside the door, looking at her son's skillful movements and couldn't help but curiously said: "Xiao Bei, you have only been out for half a year, so how come you suddenly learn so many things?"
Gong Nan Bei was stunned, this question is really difficult to answer, let me tell you, my system is added, and the protagonist is born, do you believe it?
Of course, these are just hypotheses, and of course he cannot tell these things.
"It's nothing, you will learn it slowly. If you have to say a reason, it may be that your mother has good genes, which makes your son so good!"
Gong Nanbei's rainbow fart Li Jingrou is very useful, with a satisfied expression on her face: "Yes! I think so too, then I'll leave it to you!"
Gong Nanbei promised with a smile, and looked at the dishes on the ground, and began to think of what to cook.
Li Jingrou went to clean it, and the smell of oily smoke on her body is still strong.
When Li Jingrou finished washing and went downstairs, she saw Gong Nanbei processing the same kind of dishes into semi-finished products. There were a dozen of them. Li Jingrou was surprised: "Xiaobei, how many dishes do you make?"
"Twelve dishes"
"Xiaobei, it's not yet the Spring Festival, you can't eat these dishes in our family for three!"
"Mom, don't worry, twelve dishes may not be able to..."
Li Jingrou just remembered that since her son went to Hengdian, the appetite has been terrifying. When watching him eat, Li Jingrou wanted to take him to the hospital to check his body to see if there were parasites in his stomach. Isn’t it scary to eat meals for four or five people?
Li Jingrou walked closer and looked at the neatly arranged semi-finished products. She couldn't help but sigh that her son really grew up. He left it half a year ago, let alone cooking for himself, and he could eat a meal with himself. , It’s not in vain to go out and practice for half a year!
Li Jingrou moved a small stool over, and sat next to watch Gong Nan Bei cooking. Slowly, she looked a little fascinated, and her mind was what Gong Nan Bei looked like when she was a child.
Before going to school, Gong Nanbei was a naughty bag and a crying lover. He liked Ke Na running around all day long. Mother Wang followed her every step of the way, for fear that he might have some accident, but after one day, he had no problems, but Mother Wang was so tired that she could not stand up.
Later, after going to school, he didn't know what happened. The smile on his face became less and less, and he rarely cried again. No, it should be said that he never cried again, as if he had completely changed someone overnight!
When he saw his son crying again, he was listening to other people's stories, playing guitar and writing songs, and following the emotions in the singing, he was happy, angry, sad and happy.
Crybaby? Crying bag? Regardless of him, she knew that this was what her son really looked like!
After all the preparations were done, Gong Nan Bei began to cook dishes, and the smell of the kitchen immediately filled. Gong Nan Bei controls four pots for cooking at the same time, and the speed is very fast.
"Mom, when does my dad come back? If I come back late, I'll cook a few dishes later."
"I called and asked"
After Li Jingrou finished speaking, she walked back to her room to get her mobile phone and called Gong Shouzheng.
"Dududu, hello?"
"When will you come back for dinner?"
"I won't go back today, as the new year is approaching, there are many things to deal with"
"My son is back and made twelve dishes"
Suddenly there was silence on the other end of the phone. A few seconds later, Gong Shouzheng said softly: "Get home before six o'clock in the evening."
"Yeah" Li Jingrou promised and then hung up the phone.
Gong Shou on the other end of the phone is putting down the phone, standing in the office and looking out the window, what is his son cooking? Tasty? Hey, no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than my wife's cooking?
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At six o'clock in the evening, Gong Nan Bei appeared outside his home on time, standing at the door, he was a little afraid to go back.
In the past two days, Li Jingrou knew that her son was coming back soon, and she wanted to surprise her. She learned how to cook every day and let him taste it after cooking. He didn't have food poisoning, and it was all due to the iron stomach trained in those years as a soldier!
But the stomach is an iron stomach, not the tongue! That dish is too ugly! Let's put it this way, after eating Li Jingrou's dishes, going to eat Huoxiang Zhengqi is delicious!
He did enough ideological work for himself outside the door, and even thought about the future. If there was still Li Jingrou's dishes on the table, he said that the meeting had not been cancelled, and he would leave after he came back to see his son!
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
As soon as the door was opened, there was a burst of strong vegetable fragrance.
His nose twitches slightly, as if it smells good!