Chapter 2

"Tao Tao, your aunt Qian sent a fish. We can have fish soup this noon."

Grandma Yan Tao and grandma Jiang are in their 60s. No one wants her to work. On weekdays, they carry a snake skin bag and pick up rags everywhere to fill the household.

The old man cherished his little grandson's love fist. Yan Tao opened the curtain and came out.

The house is two rooms separated by a piece of rag. It's said to be two, but in fact it's just one.

The old man lives outside and Yantao lives inside.

The corner at one end of the room is full of rags. The old man has taken care of them carefully and can change a few cents. Even so, there is still a faint smell of mold in the air.

Yan Tao adapted for three days and was incompetent.

Frowning a little, he quickly walked over to hold Mrs. Jiang, "grandma, I'll do it."

It turns out that Yantao, who was bullied, is a little psychopathic.

Timid outside and rude to mother-in-law Jiang at home.

She didn't do anything at home and scolded grandma Jiang from time to time.

"Good boy, sensible."

Yan Tao's changes in the past few days made her happy.

Mother-in-law Jiang's eyes were filled with tears. She was old and had no ability. She could only pick up rags and help the children. The children complained about her, and she also suffered.

Many old people have been busy all their lives.

"You're good at studying. Let Grandma do all these housework," the palm of a dead tree touched her head lovingly, picked up a kitchen knife and cut the fish.

The old man's hands trembled when he was old. Mrs. Jiang trembled even more. When she went down with a kitchen knife, only a few fish scales fell off.

Yantao pushed hard and grabbed the kitchen knife. "Grandma, I'd better come."

In order to please the old man who held power at home, she used to scare a large number of people to death.

Unfortunately, she is the next generation of the Yan Family's heir. It's a gift to put those things on others. If she's here, others will only say that they don't do their jobs.

It doesn't match the status of the golden Yan family heir.

Mrs. Jiang took a few steps back, thinking that the child could do nothing. Let him try.

It's a big deal. Just clean it up yourself.

There was a big crucian carp on the table. Yan Tao picked up the kitchen knife and cleaned the scales from the fish's tail. Pieces of scales slipped down like autumn leaves and fell smoothly into the dustbin.

Followed by the kitchen knife, I scraped off the fish gills with my backhand. A series of actions went like clouds and flowing water. It was very beautiful.

It's not like fiddling with fish, it's more like actors on the stage performing skills.

Mrs. Jiang was dazzled. She had an almost blind self-confidence in Yantao. She stood up and praised, "my eldest grandson is great. She can even cook so beautifully."

Yantao showed his hand with a tentative mind.

After all, she is not that cowardly and useless Yan Tao. She will only change more and more in the future.

Her nature tends to be indifferent. If Mrs. Jiang doesn't believe her, it's a big deal to find a new place.

But she didn't expect that the old woman didn't just believe her.

This is overconfidence.

Just that stupid cowardly little fat man, can you show this hand?

Her culinary master is Jiang Zhiqing, the Royal chef. She is skilled in knives and is called Jiang Zhiqing.

Even if the royal family wanted to eat Lao Jiang's meal, they had to wait for the first half of the year to see how happy the little old man was.

Turn the fish, feed, saute and make soup.

The simple salt and monosodium glutamate at home was put on it, and Sheng Sheng made the fish into immortal rice.

Ten miles, fragrance.

It made the neighbors keep swallowing.

My God, what did Mrs. Jiang do?

The fragrant man's fingers move greatly, and his feet don't listen to his orders. He is about to go all the way.