My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

"Lanlan." Aunt Zhou put down the phone and called Wen Lan so affectionately.

"Look at all the food I bought. I really have no idea what to make for lunch."

Wen Lan glanced at the dishes and began to ponder.

"Auntie Zhou, I wonder what Mr. Bu's taste is like?"

Aunt Zhou smiled lovingly.

"He likes to eat the home-cooked meals he had when he was a child the most."

"There are also big pots of rice and stir-fried dishes in the cafeteria."

Wen Lan heard this.

I felt like I had found a close friend instantly.

"Auntie Zhou, me too!"

"I seem to have a special feeling for the dishes I ate when I was a child."

She echoed cheerfully.

I didn't even realize the love Aunt Zhou showed for Bu Yufan in her words.

"During Chinese New Year and other festivals at home, I will specially cook some dishes from my childhood to eat."

"So what do you like to eat, Lanlan?"

Wen Lan listed a bunch of childhood delicacies.

For example, frosted peanuts and cashews, and candied sweet potatoes.

Big soup with yellow croaker, three-fresh soup with pork balls and skin, etc.

"Auntie Zhou, do you think this is okay?"

"Shall we make stir-fried mushrooms with hand-made vegetables, or stewed tofu with shredded pickled mustard greens and pork?"

Wen Lan looked through the dishes and quickly named a few.

“This piece of pork belly is good!”

"Auntie Zhou, you bought such a wide piece of meat. Do you want to make braised meat?"

This braised pork was a must-try dish in the cafeteria in the 1990s.

A big piece of meat with alternating fat and lean texture.

Ask the canteen chef to give more soup.

Pour it on the freshly steamed rice cubes...

Hey! It smells so good!

Aunt Zhou nodded quickly as if she resonated with the idea.

"Lanlan, we really have the same thoughts and think alike."

"Isn't it, Aunt Zhou? This is fate!"

Wen Lan opened the bag of vermicelli.

"It's fate that we would have met if we hadn't fallen!"

Aunt Zhou started joking.

"Then shouldn't we also thank Secretary Nan and Bu Yufan?"

Wen Lan immediately responded.

The two of them were in harmony and smiled at each other.

"Auntie Zhou, can you make me another braised minced pork rice noodle dish, slightly spicy?"

Aunt Zhou strongly agreed.

"This dish goes well with rice. He has loved it since he was a child."

"Lan Lan, how can you know these things?"

As soon as she said this, Zhou Yajun realized that she had spoken out of turn again.

But Wen Lan seemed not to hear it.

He hummed a song and then gently washed the powder skin with tap water.

Of course she heard what Aunt Zhou said.

Of course, she roughly understood:

The relationship between Aunt Zhou and Bu Yufan is not just a simple employment relationship.

But Wen Lan has been kind, open-minded and righteous since childhood.

When it comes to being righteous, many men may not be able to compare to her.

Zhou Yajun sat on the chair.

Looking at Wen Lan's busy back, I actually felt a sense of security and warmth.

This child inexplicably made her feel at ease and reassured.

She originally wanted to cook for Bu Yufan herself.

So that she can slowly make up for what she has owed her son over the years.

But, that collision with Nanyun just now.

She fell hard and hit her tailbone.

Half of my butt was numb instantly. My waist was also sprained and my arm was hurt.

Thanks to Wen Lan.

Thanks to this kind-hearted child.

She seemed to have an innate understanding.

Can instantly find the tacit understanding between people.

"Lanlan, it's already ten o'clock."

"Mr. Bu's meal time is half past twelve. Can you make it in time for these dishes?"

Wen Lan turned around and smiled at Zhou Yajun.

"Auntie Zhou, don't worry."

"My cooking skills have been honed over the past few years!"

What Wen Lan said is true.

She is a person with strong hands-on ability.

I haven’t been a full-time mother for so many years in vain.

From the complementary foods my daughter ate when she was little to three meals a day in four seasons.

Whether it's a home-cooked dish or a family reunion.

She took care of everything by herself.

Of course, it has good color, aroma and taste.

Even if it is stunning, it is nothing new.

Wen Lan prepared the dishes in an orderly manner, quite methodical.

She first chopped the greens and marinated them with salt;

Then cut the pork belly into thick slices, drain the blood, remove the fat, and braise it;

Then blanch it, cut it, chop it...

At 12:20, the four dishes were ready.

They are all fragrant and hot.

Someone from the secretary's office came to pick up the food.

Wen Lan even heated up the bowls and plates before serving the food one by one.

Zhou Yajun noticed all these details.

It was Wen Lan who cleaned up the kitchen and wiped the stove and floor tiles.

He picked up a porcelain plate and studied it carefully.

"This Bu Yufan is a very contradictory person!"

Wen Lan looked at the texture and floral patterns of the plate.

She would definitely not be mistaken, these were the tableware that was popular in the 90s.

"He should be a very sentimental and nostalgic person, why is he so cold in his dealings with others?"

Wen Lan thought in her heart.

"Auntie Zhou?"

Secretary Nan finished the work at hand and walked into the president's kitchen.

He was startled when he saw Wen Lan.

"Why are you here? Are you the one from before?"

He looked at Wen Lan, then turned to Aunt Zhou, very puzzled.

"Yunshang, this is Miss Wen Lan."

"Thanks to her help today, otherwise I'm afraid."

Aunt Zhou explained.

"Auntie Zhou, did you fall and get hurt? Why are you hiding it from me?"

Secretary Nan asked nervously.

"No, no, it was just a flash. I'll go home and apply some plasters, and it will be fine after a while."

Aunt Zhou comforted Nan Yunshang and asked expectantly.

"Is today's meal to his liking?"

Secretary Nan shook his head, tightly pursed his lips, and looked very speechless.

"What? Did I cook something bad?"

Wen Lan also became anxious and interrupted.

Secretary Nan was shocked.

"What did you say? Did you cook today's meal? Not Aunt Zhou?"

Wen Lan nodded awkwardly.

"I did it all. But I didn't expect it to be like this. I'm sorry, Aunt Zhou."

Wen Lan felt extremely sad and guilty.

She was afraid that she would cause Aunt Zhou to lose her job.

Secretary Nan stepped forward and held Wen Lan's hand.

"How did you do it? Wen Lan? Chef?"

"Huh?" Wen Lan was stunned by the question.

Is it really that unpalatable?

"Mr. Bu, he hasn't eaten such a delicious meal in many years!"

Secretary Nan spoke slowly and exaggeratedly.

He looked at Zhou Yajun again, his eyes full of comfort and warmth.

"Auntie Zhou, you can rest assured! Bu Yufan ate up all my food!"

Wen Lan burst into laughter, "Huh? Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

"Wen Lan, do you have any left?"

"Give me some food. I'm starving."

Secretary Nan spoke faster, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

It seemed like he was deliberately trying to make Aunt Zhou happy.

He took a bite of the food and a big bite of the braised pork.

"Wen Lan, are you willing to continue to help Aunt Zhou here?"

Secretary Nan held the bowl and asked questions while eating, being very approachable.