"Oh, what bad things are you saying about me?" Meng's mother said after leaving the kitchen.

"Say the mooncakes you made are delicious." Meng Wanqiu said.

"Hmph, you girl must be talking about me making mooncakes." Meng's mother gave Meng Wanqiu a blank look.

"Haha, how can you do it? Aren't you cooking?" Meng Wanqiu said with a haha.

"The vinegar at home is gone, you go down and buy a bottle of vinegar." Meng's mother said.

"Okay, you'll buy it for you later." Meng Wanqiu stood up and said.

"Let me go with you." Jiang Yang said, he was so embarrassed that he stayed here alone, so he spoke.

"Well, let's go." Meng Wanqiu said on her shoes.

The two went downstairs together and walked towards the shops in the community. Today, Meng Wanqiu wore a dress and looked full of fairy spirit. When walking in the community, the rate of turning back was very high. Jiang Yang was also looked at a few more times, probably just to see what kind of pig was urging this watery cabbage.

The shops in the community are not big, but the things are very complete, mostly common daily necessities. But they are all big brands. Most of the people who can live in this community are rich people. Big brands of things are easier to sell.

"Late Qiu?" A middle-aged man shouted at Meng Wanqiu.

"Uncle Zhang, are you here to buy things too?" Meng Wanqiu said obediently.

"Oh, buy some salt, there is no salt at home. By the way, is this you?" the middle-aged man looked at Jiang Yang and said.

"Oh, my classmate Jiang Yang, come to my house as a guest." Meng Wanqiu introduced openly.

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Yang and nodded, "Hello young man."

"Hello." Jiang Yang replied.

"Okay, I won't bother you two, I'll leave first." The middle-aged man looked at Meng Wanqiu and smiled in a hint.

Meng Wanqiu rolled his eyes to the middle-aged man and said, "Then you go slowly."

The middle-aged man left with a smile, and Meng Wanqiu said to Jiang Yang: "This is a business friend of my father, and he is very nice to me."

Jiang Yang nodded, but Meng Wanqiu suddenly woke up. I would explain to him why this was done?

The two bought jealousy and did not stop too much, so they went upstairs.

...

On the sofa in the living room, Jiang Yang was restless. He always felt a little uncomfortable here, and he was even more uncomfortable if he didn't work.

There was actually not that much topic with Meng Wanqiu, and as they chatted, they stopped talking.

"I'll go to the kitchen to help the aunt." Jiang Yang stood up and said.

Meng Wanqiu nodded undeniably. She knew that she had actually neglected Jiang Yang. Her feelings for Jiang Yang were actually quite complicated. She couldn't say that she liked him or hated him.

Recently, Meng’s mother has not forced Meng Wanqiu, and she has never asked this question since that time. However, Meng’s mother’s behavior is a bit abnormal today. Needless to say, Meng Wanqiu knows what’s going on. She just thinks that there is something between herself and Jiangyang.

Meng Wanqiu is a little rebellious about this matter. The more you want to do this, the less I don’t want to. That’s why I am a little neglected today.

Shaking her head, Meng Wanqiu did not think about those things, but got busy with her mobile phone. The phone was a work plan, and Meng Wanqiu was improving it. As for why she used a mobile phone instead of a computer, it was actually Meng's mother's problem. She didn't want Meng Wanqiu to come home to think about work. In her words, she would rest when it was time to rest. Meng Wanqiu could not disobey her mother's kindness, so she worked on her mobile phone. The excuse was to relax with her mobile phone.

Jiang Yang entered the kitchen, and Meng Mu immediately said, "Xiao Jiang, why are you here? Go out and sit."

"It's okay, I'll see if there is anything I can help with." Jiang Yang said.

"What are you going to do? You can go out for a drink and chat with me in the late autumn." Meng's mother said.

"I am used to being busy, so I suddenly asked me to sit and wait for dinner, and I was a little uncomfortable." Jiang Yang said.

"Okay, please wash the dish for me." Seeing that Jiang Yang was not going out, Meng's mother felt moved and agreed.

When Jiang Yang went to wash vegetables, he was familiar with the situation and his hands were not slow.

"Xiao Jiang, what job do you do?" Meng's mother asked.

"I'm learning cooking skills with the teacher." Jiang Yang said.

"Cook, it's pretty good." Meng's mother smiled. "By the way, learn from that teacher? Why don't I introduce you to a Sichuan cuisine master?"

"I am now studying with Mr. Jiang in Fenghelou." Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"Fenghelou? Mr. Jiang? Is it that Jiang Yusheng?" Meng's mother said in surprise.

"Well, yes, aunt, do you know me?" Jiang Yang said.

"I know Mr. Jiang, but Mr. Jiang doesn't know me." Meng's mother smiled bitterly. "I was fortunate to taste the boiled cabbage made by Mr. Jiang back then, and the taste was unforgettable."

Jiang Yang smiled. He did not tell me about the fact that he was learning about boiled water and cabbage.

"You follow Mr. Jiang, I don't need to introduce me. Follow Mr. Jiang well." Meng's mother reminded.

"I can do it." Jiang Yang replied.

"Why didn't you come out in the future?" Meng's mother asked.

"I am now running my own small restaurant. When I become successful in cooking, I will make it bigger." Jiang Yang said. This is not only his idea, but also his father's ideal.

"Yes, the young man just needs to have an idea. Wanqiu's father was poor and dared to think, and that's what he has today." Meng Mu said.

Suddenly, Meng's mother's face changed slightly, and she shouted to the living room: "Late Qiu, look at others Jiang Yang knows to come and help, where are you playing with your phone every day. Come and help!"

Meng Wanqiu had no choice but to put away his cell phone. Who told her mother to say the most? When she entered the kitchen, she gave Jiang Yang a blank look, as if saying, "Look! It's all your fault!"

Jiang Yang turned his head and pretended not to see Meng Wanqiu's eyes.

"You two do it first, I'll go back to my room and make a phone call." Meng's mother said, and then left in a hurry.

"It's all you!" Meng Wanqiu looked at Jiang Yang with a angrily voice.

"I can't blame me, I just want to help." Jiang Yang smiled bitterly. He didn't expect to involve Meng Wanqiu.

"Puchi... I'm teasing you, it's not your fault. Are you the chef today? Our Chef Jiang!" Meng Wanqiu smiled. Suddenly, she realized that her last sentence was a little ambiguous and her face turned red.

Jiang Yang also heard it, and for a moment, the atmosphere between the two was a bit awkward and ambiguous.

"Well, what are Chef Jiang's things to do? I'll prepare it for you." Meng Wanqiu said with awkwardness.

"Well, I'll watch it." Jiang Yang lowered his head and took a deep breath. Then he entered the chef's state.

He swept some of the ingredients and was already concerned about the dishes he cooked.

Although there are only three recipes included in the Jiangyang system, there are not many dishes in Jiangyang. In the past three and a half months, there have been many dishes in the kitchen. Therefore, Jiangyang has many dishes now. Even if the level is not high, the taste is not bad because of his basics.

Jiang Yang was serious when he entered the state. Meng Wanqiu was relieved to see that Jiang Yang was not confused about what had happened just now. The two were busy in the kitchen.

Meng's mother returned to the room and closed the door, her face changed instantly, and her face turned painful. She quickly turned out the medicine bottle, took the painkiller, and sat on the bed. She was sweating profusely and her face was pale.

After a while, she left the room door after her expression was not obvious.

...

In the kitchen, Jiang Yang made several dishes. As soon as Meng's mother entered the kitchen, she smelled a fragrance. She exclaimed: "Did Xiaojiang make it? It smells so good!"

"Mom, you must have made it by Jiang Yang? What if it was made by me!" Meng Wanqiu said.

"You? I don't know you yet. The food you made is afraid that you will poison someone to death." Meng's mother attacked without mercy.

"Mom, I'm not your biological child, right?" Meng Wanqiu looked at Meng's mother with a sad face and said.

"Yes, I picked it up from the trash can." Meng's mother said.

Meng Wanqiu: “…”
Chapter completed!