MTL - The Villain’s Mother

The vegetable market is actually not dirty, but there is still a taste. After buying the dishes at the fastest speed, I went home and saw the time is still very early. Wangchai lunch is eaten with the friends in the kindergarten. Song Tingshen During the period, she rarely came back to dinner, but she sent a WeChat to him and asked him not to come back to dinner in the evening. After receiving a positive answer, Xia Xia began to concentrate on studying the recipe.

She started living alone after graduating from college. Sometimes she is not willing to take a takeaway. She will cook a simple meal by herself. She will use the kitchen utensils. She has also booked the meal tonight. There is a cola that Wang Zi likes. Chicken wings, also have the braised pork ribs that Song Ting deeply likes, plus the hot and sour potato silk and the mushroom rapeseed, which are very well-balanced and have a balanced nutrition.

These four dishes are not difficult, and Xia Xia has been carefully prepared from four o'clock.

When the two potatoes were successfully cut into silk in the summer, she couldn’t stand the waist, and cooking was not as simple as she thought...

Fortunately, although she is a small white kitchen, she doesn’t know anything. She honestly follows the recipes. She tasted the four dishes. She tasted it. The taste is not bad. Although it can’t catch up with the aunt’s level, it can It’s barely enough.

I was very confident when I was in the summer. As long as she practiced well and it took a long time, this cooking would naturally be better. If she was not busy at work, it would not be a problem for her family to have dinner at three.

She is not afraid of such a day, she was an ordinary person, and as long as she is with Wang Ting and Wang Tsai, even if she has to face the next test, she can calmly.

When Wang Tsai and Song Ting came back, the dinner was also ready. He also deliberately took out the fruit from the refrigerator, prepared to wait until after the meal and then showed a hand in front of them, and cut a fruit plate to prove himself. Even if she is not aunt, she can take care of their father and son.

Song Ting and Wang Tsai looked at the four dishes on the table, which was incredible.

"Mom, are these all you do?" Wang Zi wowed.

Xia Xia also wore an apron and proudly raised his small chin. "Yes, these are all your mother and I did! Hurry and wash your hands and prepare to eat."

Song Ting looked at Xiao Xia with a strange look. He said nothing, and led Wang Zi to the bathroom to wash his hands.

He still doesn't forget his own daughter-in-law. "Whenever the taste is good, we have to eat well. We can't say that the food that my mother made is not good, do you know?"

It’s not that Song Ting deeply doesn’t believe in Xia Xia. The noodles she cooks taste very good. I can think about it carefully. Cooking noodles doesn’t require any technical content. Cooking is not the same, and today she still has some test techniques.

The child does not know how to cover up, and Song Tingshen does not think that the reaction of Wang Zi will hurt the summer, so this is the ear of the face, and even put forward a difficult request, that is, even if it is not good, you must make a look of true fragrance. .

After all, Wang Tsai is a child, only expecting the meals made by her mother. He also urged Song Tingshen, "Dad, hurry! I want to eat the food my mother made!"

Song Ting sighed: "Did you listen to what Dad said just now? If you make your mother unhappy, you have to bear the consequences."

The father and son washed their hands and went to the dining room. They gave them a full meal of summer rice. Just sitting down, she looked forward to them and urged them to move the chopsticks.

Wang Zi was not afraid at all. He clipped a piece of chicken wings directly from the plate and smashed it up. He said, "I am so delicious!"

As long as the cola chicken wings are honestly follow the recipe, the taste is basically not too bad.

In the eyes of children, the food that mothers make is of course the best.

Song Tingshen was dubiously holding a rib of pork from the plate. In all fairness, the taste was just normal. The meat was a little bit hot, but it was not too bad. Especially the ribs were made in the summer. His brows stretched out and he was very supportive. Thumbs up, "It tastes good."

This summer, I was proud to say: "Of course."

How successful was the meal she had made today, she didn't cut her fingers, was not splashed by hot oil, everything went smoothly, and finally got the praise of their father and son.

The Song and his sons were very supportive, and the family of three worked together to eat the four dishes.

After dinner, Song Tingshen took the responsibility of cleaning up the mess. He had a dishwasher at home, and it was simple and convenient to pack. Wang Zi sat on the sofa watching cartoons, and Song Ting was packing his table. Prepare to cut the fruit, everyone is busy, this winter night, but extraordinarily warm.

When Song Ting was deeply stunned by Wang Zi, he learned the last time of Xia Xia and hugged her from behind. He whispered: "How do you think of cooking? You didn't like to go into the kitchen before."

Xia Xia cut the apple and replied: "Some things have to be learned to do."

She is not a big lady. In her past world, she is an ordinary person. Every day after work, she has to solve her own dinner. She washes her clothes. Now she is in this world, but it is only a few months. Mrs., do you really forget who you are? Besides, she now has a husband with children, and some things are always learned to do, and I will not be too busy after I learn.

Song Tingshen took the fruit knife in her hand and took her hand. "But I hope that you can do less of these chores and hurt your hand."

"I have already protected very well, as long as I don't wash the dishes, I can wait for another hand mask." He Xia listened to Song Tingshen's words. In fact, she was as sweet as eating honey. She was lucky than most people. Much more, at least the man in front of him will feel bad about her, instead of feeling that being a mother as a wife should do these things.

"Or, let's ask another aunt." Song Tingshen suggested.

Although Xia Xia is now very enthusiastic about cooking, Song Tingshen still does not want her to work hard. Please ask her aunt to be a lot easier, and she can have enough time to do what she wants, such as going to the baking class.

The first reaction in summer is to refuse, "Don't!"

Also ask what aunts, immediately they have to save money, even if there will be a lot of savings, but can not spend!

They still have to raise children! Raising children is a big expense!

"Why? Auntie will come after the New Year."

Xia Xia took a picture of the chest. "Is this not me? I can also cook and clean."

Song Ting was silent for a few seconds. "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Hey Xia see this time just have a chance, you can educate Song Tingshen. "You can't expect anything from aunt. Anyway, I have nothing to do at home. Aunt’s salary is not low. The salary she gave her in one month is enough for the average person’s expenses.”

Song Tingshen: "..."

"Well, if I am really busy, I can ask the hourly worker to clean the house. The home is too big." I liked this big house before I was in the summer. Now I feel that the house is too big and it is very hard to clean, but it doesn't matter, etc. They moved to a smaller house later, and maybe they didn't need to work on time.

Xia Xia is slowly cultivating her habit of keeping accounts, and she has recorded the expenses for these days.

I don’t know, once I started to book, I know how much the expenses of my family’s family are now. It’s natural to say that the fuel fee is not very expensive. She and Song Ting’s car itself are very fuel-intensive, adding at least a few hundred oils, but still Well, she asked the gas station staff at the gas station today, saying that there will be activities every week. For example, it is a uniform price reduction on Friday, although it is only a few hairs a liter... but the mosquito meat is also meat! Accumulate less!

For dinner, fortunately, she went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables today. These dishes are added together for dozens of pieces. The ribs are expensive, and they can be eaten later, but Song Ting deeply likes to eat... 阮 Xia Tuo thought about it, on paper Write down the next one: Wang Zai likes to eat, can eat ^_^ once a week.

In the future, she should try to control the three meals a day to spend less than 60 yuan a day, to ensure that there are good things, but also to save costs.

At the time of the summer account, Song Tingshen came to the door of the bedroom and saw that she had not closed the door and walked in directly.

Xia Xia is sitting in front of his dressing table, counting a stroke, and sometimes using a calculator to knock a few strokes.

She was too focused and did not notice that Song Tingshen had come behind her.

Song Tingshen grabbed her book.

This summer, I only reacted, scared a big jump, and yelled at him while taking a chest. "How can you not walk out of this way, scare me!"

Song Ting looked up one by one and looked at her with a puzzled look. "Do you book?"

Bookkeeping is a good habit, but four pieces of potatoes, four pieces of green vegetables, three pieces of ginger, this account should also be remembered?

And what are the ghosts on her note?

Pork ribs are too expensive, Wang Tsai dad likes to eat, can eat once a week?

Why can I only eat once a week? Does he need to be so pitiful?

The fuel fee is too expensive. I will go to Canada later on Friday. I will have a discount on the 10th of each month and I can send a gas ticket.

Daily necessities can be bought online, free shipping, and generally cheaper than supermarkets.

Xia nodded, "I want to cultivate my habit of keeping accounts."

Song Tingshen looked incredulous and finally asked: "...have you been short of money recently?"

He did not wait for the summer answer, he said: "If you are short of money, you will tell me directly, wait for me to give my card to you, no limit, you just spend it."