Chapter 359

It doesn't matter if you sleep in your son's room, but if you want to sleep in your daughter's room, just

"Er..." when Jiang Junxi hung his eyelids and didn't know how to answer, the door behind him was opened and a man came out.

The presence of this man let father Jiang breathe a sigh of relief, and mother Jiang couldn't help looking at him more, and her smile didn't stop.

"Oh, uncle, you..."

Li Xianzhe came out of Jiang Junxi's room dizzy and found that he had a bed recognition system for the first time.

"Did you sleep well?"

The two old people looked at each other with satisfaction, but if they knew what their baby daughter would have done to someone last night.

"I'm really disturbed."

"Are you hungry? I'll prepare what I want to eat. "

In the face of Jiang's mother's care, Li Xianzhe quickly waved "well, don't be so troublesome."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Jiang Junxi scratched his head, and Li Xianzhe scratched his head like he was infected.

However, Li Xianzhe had planned to go out for a few laps to exercise. Now, looking at the state of the second old man with panda eyes, he had to say, "well, uncle and aunt, why don't I prepare breakfast..."

"You? Sage, can you cook? "

Listen, Li Xianzhe should take the initiative to ask for breakfast. Their reactions are also different.

Jiang's father frowned and seemed dissatisfied with the man entering the kitchen. Instead, Jiang's mother seemed to have discovered the new world.

It's really a wonderful thing for men to cook in Korea. Even well-known cooks, like those in "please refrigerator", say they rarely cook at home.

(Cui Xianxi said in roommate that he had been married to his wife for ten or twenty years. He only cooked rice for his wife several times, and then his wife cried.)

"Since I lived alone overseas when I was a child, I have been cooking for more than ten years since 2002."

Entering the kitchen, he first glanced at the environment here. Li Xianzhe grabbed the apron hanging on the wall and tied it directly to him.

"Chicken wings, pork chops, and half a bottle of coke..."

He scratched his head. At least he was satisfied with the ingredients in the refrigerator. He took them out in twos and threes and decided on the menu.

To be honest, ginger's mother is still a little worried about letting guests cook. After all, according to her thinking, few men of the older generation can go into the kitchen, and the younger generation can go in and cook Ramen at most, only to this extent.

However, with a faint aroma coming from the kitchen, ginger mother was lucky to sit down and "chiala Da ~ ~"

It happened that Jiang Junxi turned on the TV at this time and directly found the variety show "I live alone" and watched it with interest. Second, he always rarely watched the variety show. He was also strange and curious about the recent variety show. However, with the gradual sinking, Jiang's mother repeatedly lamented "ah Yigu, how can that be?"

On the TV, a male artist, who was unknown to the second old man, was in the kitchen with the head of the chicken nest, and his eyes were eating cereal.

Yes, cereal is definitely one of the familiar breakfasts for Koreans, but to their shock, the male artist poured milk directly into the cereal and ate it with a plastic bag in his hand. Just looking at his expression, he thought what delicious food the other party was eating.

"Young people now."

There is a man not far away who is preparing to eat and watching TV. The difference between the two should not be too obvious.

The aroma became stronger and stronger, which made the two old people turn their heads and look at the busy figure in the kitchen from time to time.

In her sleep, Jiang Shiqi found that she was having a dream. In the dream, she saw Li Xianzhe preparing breakfast for herself at her home. Her parents also praised his good workmanship. In such a dream, she had the idea of not wanting to wake up.

But... Why is this aroma so real?

In the living room, the carefully prepared Li Xianzhe brand cuisine began to be brought to the table. Compared with Chinese people who are used to eating light snacks in the morning, it will be richer at noon and at night. In South Korea, three meals a day are the same, so Li Xianzhe doesn't care whether these breakfast preparations will be too greasy and taste too heavy.

Cream mushroom soup, spicy fried chicken wings, fried pork chops in soy sauce, plus the original anchovy sauce and pickles, rice, Jiang Junxi, regardless of his parents' eyes, directly opened the chopsticks for a short time.

"Dad, oh, mom, why don't you eat?"

With a piece of chicken wings in his mouth, the slightly spicy taste just suits his taste makes him feel more hungry. Jiang Junxi doesn't understand. Isn't it delicious?

"Eat, eat, eat, go and call your sister up."

I can't wait to raise my hand and slap him on the head. Jiang's mother has nothing to say to her son. Why is she so blind.

"Aunt is all right. Shiqi let me call. You eat first."

Untie his apron, Li Xianzhe stood at the door of Jiang Shiqi's room and shouted this time. After confirming that there was a response, he returned to the dinner table and joked. If he went in in front of his parents, it would be OK.

"Dafa ~ ~ oba, did you do all this?"

Jiang Shiqi looked at the food on the table. The expression on her whole face was wonderful. It turned out that it was not a dream, but true.

She thought the meal was very strange. Last night, it was like a three Hall joint trial. She shrank aside and Jiang Junxi looked up. This morning, Jiang's mother smiled and ate, booing and asking for warmth. There was a feeling that Li Xianzhe was their own son, but they were the foil they picked up.

As for his father, his eyes were wide eyed. The reason was that a few minutes ago, when Jiang Shiqi just came to the table, Li Xianzhe always felt something missing at the table. As soon as his forehead lit up, he went out of the door directly. When he came back again, he had one more thing in his hand.

"Uncle, this is the monkey wine I sent from China. It has been aged for 30 years."

Father Jiang didn't know what monkey wine was, but when he heard the word "thirty years", his lips trembled. "Thirty years, this... Is too expensive."

Koreans like to cook wine, but in fact, they love all kinds of medicinal wine that is good for their health, such as ginseng wine. Although they refused, father Jiang looked at the beautifully packaged wine bottle and uncontrollably stretched out his hand to pick it up.

Li Xianzhe simply talked to the second old man about what monkey wine is. In short, in order to spend the winter, monkeys in the mountains will hide the collected food, that is, all kinds of fruits in empty trees that won't rot in the winter. This is rare.

At present, most of the monkey wine sold in society is fruit wine made by people themselves, and marked with the sign of "monkey wine". The real monkey wine only exists for one season, and with the passage of time, the liquor is becoming less and less. It is even more difficult to get monkey wine!

Moreover, the monkey wine was best when it was first fermented, and gradually ticked off the essence of the fruit after fermentation.