Ding! The growth record of the rich girl

"Mom and Dad, I'll be the chef for dinner tonight. Let you taste my cooking!"

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Chi Qing took out the recipe he had chosen yesterday based on Douyin, and then found the ingredients that Mrs. Ma had bought yesterday.

Chi Qing may be like Chi Yongliang, and he does have some talent.

Yue Meifen hardly let Chi Qing do any work since she was a child, and she has been busy with work since graduation, so Chi Qing is almost an idiot when it comes to cooking.

But Chi Qing has a special talent. As long as she follows the recipe, she can almost always make a dish successfully.

Of course, Chi Qing is still not good at cooking some dishes that require high knife skills and heat control.

"Okay, I'll help you this year."

Yue Meifen's personality is becoming more and more peaceful, while Chi Yongliang always looks cheerful.

"Eh? Where is the top-quality fish maw we bought in eastern Guangdong some time ago?"

Halfway through preparing the ingredients, Chi Qing suddenly remembered that she had not found the fish maw yet, which was the top quality fish maw she had specially bought at the time.

I just want to recreate the fish maw, abalone and chicken soup that I had at the dinner with Boss Ye during the Chinese New Year.

"It should have been Jingyuan who packed it. You forgot that I was too tired when I came back that day. It was Jingyuan and Zhou Yang who packed the luggage."

Yue Meifen searched the kitchen for a long time but couldn't find it, so she reminded Chi Qing.

"Yes, I'll ask Jingyuan."

As she spoke, Chi Qing took out her cell phone and dialed Jingyuan's number. She turned on the speaker and continued to prepare the ingredients while waiting for the call to be connected.

"Hello, Sister Qing, I'm wishing you a happy new year in advance!" As soon as the call was connected, Zhang Jingyuan's new year greeting was heard.

"Haha, you're so smart." Chi Qing chuckled and said, "Jingyuan, do you remember where we put the fish maw we bought from the restaurant in Gangcheng?"

"Ah, Sister Qing, I was afraid that the heating temperature at home would be too high, so I put it in the cabinet in the storage room on the first floor," Zhang Jingyuan said as she recalled.

"Xiaoyuan, have you made dumplings?" Yue Meifen, who was standing at the western kitchen counter mixing dumpling stuffing, also chatted with Xiaoyuan with a smile.

"Auntie, we don't eat dumplings in our hometown, we eat rice cakes," Zhang Jingyuan replied with a smile.

After a pause, he said, "My mother is also making rice cakes..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard a "tapping" sound that seemed to be knocking on the car window from Zhang Jingyuan's side, followed by a vague and slightly old male voice coming through the phone: "You can't park here."

Then Zhang Jingyuan suddenly hung up the phone in a panic.

Chi Qing and Yue Meifen both stopped what they were doing.

"Qingqing, my hearing isn't very good. The person who just spoke was speaking our Yuncheng dialect, right?"

Yue Meifen confirmed with Chi Qing with a little hesitation: "Didn't Xiaoyuan go back to Xiangbei to celebrate the New Year?"

"Yeah," Chi Qing replied and dialed the phone back.

Zhang Jingyuan had just finished negotiating with the gatekeeper when she saw Chi Qing's call.

Zhang Jingyuan looked at her phone, feeling conflicted, but her instinct as a social animal made her answer the call from her boss. After all, he was her breadwinner.

"Jingyuan, what's going on?" Chi Qing asked directly.

"It's nothing." Zhang Jingyuan was still struggling, hoping that Chi Qing didn't hear the old man's voice: "I just drove out to buy some things for my mother, and my parking was blocking others."

"I heard you are in Yuncheng," Chi Qing said directly and confidently.

"Uh..." Zhang Jingyuan was silent

"Where are you?" Chi Qing asked directly.

"It's near my neighborhood," Zhang Jingyuan whispered.

"Do you have any other plans tonight? If not, come to my house to celebrate the New Year." Chi Qing did not ask any further questions and invited decisively. Although it was an invitation, his voice was firm.

"Oh, no, no arrangements. I'll go over later." Office worker Zhang Jingyuan was stunned by her boss's confidence and felt that she couldn't refuse.

"By the way, bring some clothes and stay at my house for a few days. We are visiting relatives during the New Year and you will be in charge of looking after the house," Chi Qing added.

"Oh, okay, Sister Qing." Social animal Zhang Jingyuan continued to be unable to refuse.

"It's all that uncle's fault. I just stopped for a while and didn't block anyone, but he insisted on coming over to chase me away..." Zhang Jingyuan muttered softly, complaining about the gatekeeper.

Chi Qing ignored her and hung up the phone.

Soon, Zhang Jingyuan came to the door carrying large and small bags.

"Come and help." Chi Qing handed her the apron without asking any questions. That was great. Here came the free labor. She was exhausted from peeling garlic.

Zhang Jingyuan, who was prepared to be interrogated, said:...Okay, then let’s get to work.

Zhang Jingyuan looked cheerful, but surprisingly she worked very efficiently. With her joining in, the New Year's Eve dinner was soon on the table.

And the fish maw, abalone and chicken soup that Chi Qing had been longing for did not get to be enjoyed at the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Because Chi Qing had little experience in cooking, it was not until he finally found everything and opened the Douyin recipe to show off his cooking skills that he discovered that fish maw and abalone needed to be soaked for more than ten hours or even dozens of hours in advance.

Zhang Jingyuan: This fish maw that exposed me didn't even have a chance to play~

Yue Meifen and Chi Yongliang were very happy that there were more people at the New Year's Eve dinner. After all, it would have been a bit lonely with just three of them.

With the addition of Zhang Jingyuan, who is chattering actively and very familiar, the whole house feels lively.

After eating the New Year’s Eve dinner, the old couple couldn’t bear to wait for a while and quickly went back to their room to rest.

Listening to the intermittent sounds of fireworks and firecrackers outside, the Spring Festival Gala on TV was still playing lively, but I didn't know what program was being played. Chi Qing lowered his head and replied to a few New Year greetings text messages.

The environment was quiet and even a little deserted, but it exuded a sense of warmth. Zhang Jingyuan felt inexplicably comfortable and at ease.

Zhang Jingyuan suddenly wanted to say something to Chi Qing.

"Sister Qing, it's not that I don't want to go back," Zhang Jingyuan suddenly said.

Chi Qing peeled the orange, gave half to Zhang Jingyuan, and waited for her to continue.

Looking at the calm Chi Qing, Zhang Jingyuan continued: "Actually, I don't know where to go back."

It turned out that when Zhang Jingyuan was in junior high school, her parents divorced, and her father quickly formed his own new family and had a son.

At first she lived with her mother, but later her mother went to work in other places due to the pressure of life. In recent years, her mother also started a new family.

"Actually, my parents are not bad to me." Zhang Jingyuan sighed:

"They would call me from time to time and ask me if I had enough money and if I had eaten well, but..."

Zhang Jingyuan went on to say: "Although my uncle and aunt were nice to me when I went there, I just felt that it was not my home and everyone was too polite to me."

"Sister Qing, do you think I'm being pretentious?" After saying this, Zhang Jingyuan began to wonder if there was something wrong with her.

"If you want to go back home, you can go back. If you don't want to go back, you can come to my house for the New Year and help me with the work."

Chi Qing did not comfort Zhang Jingyuan, but just spoke.

"Sister Qing, I must have saved your life in my previous life, so God sent you to save me in this life," Zhang Jingyuan hugged Chi Qing's arm like a monkey.

"Stop, stop," Chi Qing pushed her down and said, "It doesn't count as overtime during the New Year period, so don't expect me to give you triple the salary."

"Unscrupulous and black-hearted boss," Zhang Jingyuan muttered as she wiped the corners of her eyes imperceptibly.

Chi Qing was enjoying a leisurely New Year here, but she didn't know that a small peach blossom would soon float over her, although it might be a little rotten...