Qing Wan stayed in the hospital for only one day and then insisted on being discharged, and moved back to the Celebrity Garden.

Er Donghao accompanied Qing Wan every day, personally learning to boil soup for her to replenish her body, and wanted to use these to relieve Qing Wan's pain of losing her child.

Aunt Er stayed with Qing Wan for a few days. Qing Wan knew that Ling Hao brothers and sisters and Zhan Peng were all playing outside. Aunt Er was not worried about the children, so she persuaded Aunt Er to play with them. "My aunt arranged for someone to follow, it's okay." Aunt Er put down the soup bowl, and then pulled a chair to sit down in front of the bed. Qing Wan's condition is much better, but she is sitting in the confinement, and Aunt Er insists Don't let her go out, ask her to stay every day

Rest in the room.

Although Aunt Er has never married or been a mother in her entire life, she has lived an age and knows that a woman cannot be careless in confinement, even if it is a minor confinement, she must sit well, so as not to fall behind in the future. "Aunt, I'm all right now. Aunty promised some children to play with them. Aunt should go find them." Qing Wan picked up the soup bowl by herself. These days, she has to drink several bowls of soup every day. Many times it’s the soup made by Mr. Zhou

Although Er Donghao is learning to make soup, he is used to being aloof, and he really learns to cook. The soup that he boils out is really not flattering, and is usually unappreciative. Er Donghao is very frustrated. He thinks he is very smart, but he can't learn how to make some soup. It is either salty or weak. When it is salty, he adds water. As a result, the more and more the soup becomes tasteless. , When it's light, he adds salt, then

Then it became salty again, and when it was salty, add water and water, and in the end it was still tasteless soup.

People say that the soup is the essence, but the soup that Er Donghao makes is more oily than plain water, and it has a bit more salty taste. Mr. Zhou had a big opinion on this. He felt that the owner had spoiled a lot of good ingredients. What is terrible is that the wife did not like to drink the soup made by the owner, and the owner made a lot of soup, so the owner asked them to drink it separately. Mr. Zhou can comment

Is it big?

Smelling the strong scent, Qing Wan's appetite moved, she took a sip of the soup and said, "Is this soup made by Brother Zhou?" Aunt Er said, "Dong Hao is still busy. I don’t know when his soup will be ready. My aunt is worried that you will be hungry, so I will put a bowl of delicious soup to cushion your stomach.” Aunt Er thought of the nephew’s cooking for his nephew and daughter-in-law.

The scene is also disdainful.

But she still spoke for her nephew: "Qingwan, you see that Donghao is really getting better and better for you. He cooks and stews soup for you personally. He used to like Zhang Xiao so much, and he never did it. Xiao went to the kitchen."

Er Donghao would only go to Mu's house for food and drink, but he really didn't help cooking.

Qing Wan sipped the tonic soup stewed by Mr. Zhou and said: "The breakfast he made can barely be eaten. The soup is still out of standard."

Aunt Er laughed and said, "Practice makes perfect. If you do a lot, you will do well in the future. You are a good person. I am his aunt. I raised him so much. I worked hard for him and grayed his hair. I have never drunk him personally. The soup for me."

Qing Wan also said politely: "It's my aunt who doesn't appreciate her face and can't drink it."

Aunt Er laughed, "I would rather drink boiled water."

Er Donghao: Aunt, can you not tear down the platform?

Er Donghao, who knew that the soup he was making would not even appreciate his aunt, was really still busy in the kitchen at the moment. In the celebrity garden, because no servants were hired, and no special chefs were hired, the three meals every day are made by Mr. Zhou in turn. Everyone has at least one specialty. For example, Mr. Zhou is best at Soup, so the soup every day

The water is boiled by Mr. Zhou.

Other dishes are done by other people, and one person can make a table of rich delicacies.

Er Donghao is still busy making his soup, his hands are already taking turns to cook their good dishes, and the kitchen is full of flavors.

"Why is it salty again?"

Er Donghao tried the taste of the soup himself, and found it salty again.

One of the staff who was cooking nearby heard the mutter of the owner of his family. He wanted to say that when the owner puts salt, he should put it in a few tablespoons. It is not salty. The owner has no idea how much salt is added to the water. Not.

Er Donghao frowned and looked at the soup he was boiling. There was not much soup in the pot, but it was too salty. He added water to the pot, and the soup pot would become a pot of soup without adding water. too salty.

Seeing the soup pot next to Mr. Zhou, it was the soup made by Mr. Zhou, Er Donghao stretched out his hand to unscrew the lid of the pot, scooped a spoonful of it into a bowl in front of him, and drank it. The soup tastes so good.

"Mo Bai."

Er Donghao called to the subordinate who was cooking, that person and Mo Yao were from the same group, so they all started with Mo.

"Patriarch." Mo Bai continued to fry his specialty dishes, and respectfully responded: "Patriarch, please give instructions."

I hope it's not enough to ask him to taste the soup made by the master.

However, after eating later, they still can't escape to help the owner clean up the mess.

"Why do you think I can't make the soup? I wanted to show it well in front of your wife, but it made her laugh." Er Donghao said distressedly. Mo Bai glanced at Er Donghao, held back a smile, and said, "Patriarch, even if you didn't cook it yourself, Madam knows that you are very good to her. We have Brother Zhou making soup, and Madam loves him. Boiled soup, why should Patriarch be so tired

? "

The wife didn't appreciate her face at all, and they had to drink soup under the pressure of the lord.

Mo Bai hoped that the Patriarch could give up sooner, and if this continued, they might have to vomit.

Er Donghao sighed: "I still don't want your wife to know that she is unique in my heart. I will only cook and make soup for her. Besides, she had a miscarriage, or I killed it. I am not trying to atone for it. "

"Forget it, I continue to study, I don't believe that I can't make the soup well, what's the difficulty in making the soup, it's nothing more than the problem of adding salt, next time I add salt little by little to ensure that it won't be salty again."

Er Donghao still didn't want to give up.

Mo Bai wanted to say that there were many ways to redeem sins, but if the Patriarch had said something like that, he wouldn't be able to say it again, lest the Patriarch would knock him a spoonful.

You must know that when they saw the owner of the paternalist putting salt indiscriminately when making the soup, they reminded the owner of the patron, and some people even said a few words from the patron's impulsively, and they ate several spoons from the patron. "Patriarch is confident that one day there will be delicious soup, Patriarch, come on!" The dish that Mo Bai is good at is ready. He scoops up the dish and puts it on the plate, and then puts the dish. Going aside, I started to take off my apron, and it was the next person's turn to come in and take over.