I only bite it for a while, huh? Why can't this spoon stop?

I saw that Chen Du and his son even had their movements synchronized.

They finished drinking a bowl of ingredients and then put the little white porcelain bowl on the table, and actually ate all the pickled bowls.

It is really strange to say that with the improvement of family conditions, the Shen family now has a taste of fine and fine food. However, when facing the three main ingredients in front of them, they feel that this original and delicate essence is a taste that their Shen family never had on the dining table.

He is very good at cooking and Shen Yaojun. When he first bite of pickling, he basically knows the composition of these ingredients.

It was just fresh meat, bacon, and spring bamboo shoots, but they had a rich taste of spring.

"This is the taste of slow simmering on low heat, right?"

"How many hours will it take to make the taste of the present day?"

My aunt who was praised smiled shyly.

He looked out at the kitchen outside and said in a particularly modest tone that he had stewed it out.

"Oh, I'm retired at home anyway, so I have a lot of time."

"After getting up early and packing the ingredients, I will warm it on the stove."

"So far, there are three or four clocks. In fact, this process is very simple. It mainly depends on whether you can afford this time."

It was so time-consuming to hear that Chen Du and Chen Yaojun touched their eyes and shook their heads slightly.

Now they have separated from their business and registered a small dining table in a convenient catering service center by Chen Yaojun, and made it a self-buying method for buying boxed lunches in the canteen.

Because of the signature of regular catering companies, they serve not only students who have no food or are homeless at noon.

As soon as this big window opened, it was completely right. The number of portions sold by the flowing water in the cafeteria every day was not comparable to the original number of portions of more than a dozen or twenty.

Because the taste of this dish was really amazing, Chen Yaojun was excited to steal the dish back and put it in the recipe in the canteen. After that, the scale will be expanded and separated from the fried fried food or restaurants based on the big pot rice, this Shanghai dish can also be regarded as a rare thing for northerners who don’t eat much southern food.

But now that I knew about this hard time, Chen Yaojun completely gave up the idea and stretched over to the place where the rice cake and pork ribs with thick oil and red sauce were thick.

Oh my go, it's delicious!

Next dish, this gang braised pork!

Oh my go, it's even more delicious.

At this time, I chewed heavily and didn't know whether I was eating meat or my tongue.

I just know that it’s time to swallow it down, and it’s time to learn to be an illiterate gourmet.

What comments, what aftertaste, what collision of multiple ingredients, what enjoyment of the mind and body...

Don't even talk, just follow it and howl.

If we hadn't paid attention to the etiquette of the dining table, Chen Du and the others would have learned howl.

Just because this is in the home of the elders, Shanghai is mainly soft and soft, in order not to embarrass the people of Beijing, the two of them insisted on resisting it.

When they ate hard and looked up, they found that the owner, aunt and aunt had already started to drink slowly with a cup of tea that had been brewing oil.

The four plates and eight bowls on the table are now eaten in a mess, and there are basically no whole dishes left.

This is so edible. Chen Du remembers that he hasn't been able to eat it like this for a long time.

After all, I am so clever and can't get used to poor life.

Perhaps because Chen Du's expression of emotion was too obvious, his aunt laughed out loud.

She pointed to Adong beside her and said to Chen Du: "It's okay, let Adong take you Aunt Lai for dinner here for no reason."

"Tell me about family matters."

"I haven't been back for many years. How about my sister and how good my mother is, I will tell me when I have time."

At this point, my aunt didn't know what she recalled, and the expression on her face brought a little bit of loneliness, and the rest of her words were a little boring. She simply stopped talking about it, letting the topic end here, and she calmed down.

On the contrary, my aunt, who was standing beside her, paused with a teacup, turned her head and smiled at Chen Du, and took over his wife's words.

"Yes, whenever my wife thinks of her mother who is far away in Beijing, she feels sad."

"It's just that so many years have passed, and my wife's personality is as straightforward as she was when she was young."

"Every time I want to ease my family, the phone calls I made in just five minutes, and it started to yell like a fight inside."

"In the end, I said I wanted to say it well, but it turned out to be angered and fell down the phone."

Hearing his old man explaining for him, his aunt was a little angry: "Who can you blame?"

"Isn't it my mother who is stubborn and feudal in her mind?"

"A little man who always slaps one by one, a cooking man who follows the situation."

"She thought she had covered up the infinite contempt in her heart, but she missed it without waiting for a few words."

"Hmph! She is my mother. I admit it when I scolded me. Who told her to be my mother?"

"But she can't scold you. If I let you be scolded for nothing in order to ease your relationship with my family, then I will have a good life in vain for so many years."

"Old man, you are really nice to me. If I don't protect you, I will become an ungrateful wolf who doesn't even have a conscience."

Seeing his wife as childish as an old child, the gentleness on his aunt's face was about to turn into the softest spring breeze to take care of the earth.

For some reason, Chen Yaojun inexplicably thought of He Hongying, but Chen Du... only felt that his eyes were tingling with pain, and he was afraid that he would be blind soon.

However, after my uncle explained why my aunt had been twisting her around the house for so many years, Chen Yaojun was happy.

It turns out that the root cause is still lies with his mother-in-law's mother, that is, the grandmother.

When you mention this stubborn old lady, hey, no one has the right to speak.

Thinking back to the time when I was having sex with He Hongying, the biggest resistance I suffered was not from He Hongying's father, but from He Hongying's most conservative grandmother.

This old lady is really not an ordinary person.

It is said that it was the daughter of an old official family. The three-inch golden lotus wrapped around her feet and the hair was combed in her seventies and eighties. She couldn't even see a loose and upturned hair.

If you look carefully, your aunt really has the style of an old lady.

I remember when my aunt went there early, she was supported by this strong old lady with He Hongying's mother, that is, her mother-in-law.

Although he has a cousin relationship, he is definitely raised by his own daughter.

The dynasty was filled with support, but instead he resisted disobediently.

In the eyes of this old lady, she has become a ungrateful wolf?

So even if my aunt is called this grandmother Yi Hundred Yu, she will not give her any good face to her.

These two women who are both very strong and have good looks when they see each other, don’t expect one side to bow their heads first.

OK, since he had eaten so many delicious foods at his aunt's house, then Chen Yaojun would reluctantly help them.

Chen Yaojun remembered this matter in his heart, and was not busy talking to his aunt. Instead, he brought the topic to other aspects. After chatting sporadically, he went back to the hotel where he lived to regain his energy.

The next day, the two of them got up early, put all the painting tools in a black handbag, checked the admission ticket and surrounding maps, and then carried the painting board and headed straight for the last stop of the art exam.

There is no way, Donghua University is so famous.

In the fashion design industry, no one doesn’t know the name Donghua University.

Of course, if you mention its previous name, you will immediately understand why this school is so famous in the domestic design industry.

Because in the 1950s, when this university was first founded, its name was only called East China Textile Engineering Institute.

Later, after all the textile colleges of Jiaotong University, East China, Central and Southwest universities were merged into this textile engineering college, its name was officially renamed China Textile University.

At that time, this school was even more pure. Although it could not compete with the reputation of famous schools such as Tsinghua, Peking University and Fudan University, in the hearts of people engaged in clothing, textile printing and dyeing and related industries, it was the best university in China with extremely high standards in clothing.

However, later, the country introduced a series of educational resources, including richness, diversification, and high-utilization of venues, faculty logistics, etc.

In order to avoid being bound by the assessment of these colleges and universities, these colleges and universities, they began to fill in a relatively single major with subjects that other comprehensive colleges and universities.

For example, literature and history, such as mathematics, physics and chemistry.

The school that I knew what I was doing at first hearing was changed to the current Donghua University.

Due to its previous top faculty and extremely generous geographical location, Donghua is still classified as the 211 industry even if it expands.

Its reputation in clothing design, industrial printing and dyeing, and textile industries has also allowed more students to choose this institution with more choices.

The reason why Chen Du came here for a walk was not because he was afraid that he would not be able to get into a Beijing school. He just wanted to feel the atmosphere of the examination halls between the north and the south, and the differences in the exam questions for this art exam.

This is a rare experience. After this, I am afraid that this is the last time Chen Du has learned about the artistic development direction of universities in southern China.

Chen Du didn't tell his father about this matter, he couldn't brag about how he could at least one or two of them.

According to his father's spirit of suddenly loving to make money, he might not have taken him with him to travel to Shanghai.

OK, his son's status at home has not been effectively improved.

Now, after He Hongying's love, there is another item of money making in front of him.

Thinking of the depression here, I was shaking the drawing board on my shoulders. I planned to follow the requirements on the map to pass through an alley with relatively dense crowds of people and snack shops on both sides of the road. After two bends, I could reach Donghua University, the destination of their trip.

"Come on your son!"

Chen Yaojun, carrying a large bag of brush painting tools, walked in front.
To be continued...