Chapter 13： When Aunt Wang Xi Heming was a child... (1/2)

Aunt Wang took care of Xi Heming when she was a child. She witnessed that the child was picked up from childhood to adulthood. He eats food that is too cold, too hot, too salty, too bland, too meaty, or too vegetarian. The ingredients must be fresh and nutritious. In order to make a good meal for him, Aunt Wang insisted from an ordinary one. Auntie honed to become a master chef, and got a lot of certificates related to Chinese food, western food, desserts, and nutritionist.

People like Xi Heming will choose high-end restaurants and hotels even when dining out. Roadside stalls are something he never chooses. The lamb skewers are not in the same world as him.

Aunt Wang has taken care of Xi Heming for many years, and naturally it hurts him as a child, but she also likes Jiang Wanwan in her heart. She feels that she is energetic and energetic. The key is to eat more fragrant and not picky at all, so Aunt Wang couldn’t bear it. I was living while Xi Heming was not at home to grill Jiang Wanwan on skewers, but he didn't expect that Xi Heming would come back at this time.

What was even more unexpected was that Jiang Wanwan would actually invite Xi Hening to eat skewers, which was a bit embarrassing.

Xi Heming looked at everything in front of him with a stinky face. The smell of barbecue meat in the air overwhelmed his favorite flower and grass fragrance. The expensive turf was filled with wine bottles crazily. What made him desperate the most was his favorite. There was a barbecue grill on the table in, Jiang Wanwan greeted him while flipping the meat on it: "Handsome man, come and eat two skewers."

Xi Heming felt that the blue veins on his forehead were about to burst, and for a moment he wanted to skewer Jiang Wanwan up and grilled: How could it be so delicious? There are still ten inches of steak and grilled wings on that plate in the afternoon. Did you eat pizza in your dog's stomach?

Seeing the wine bottles all over the floor and the sizzling barbecue sound, Xi Heming felt regretful. He had known that he should go to entertaining directly after get off work, so why go home and suffer this sin.

"Why are you still standing there? I'm sorry to come over?" Jiang Wanwan stood up and walked towards Xi Heming swayingly. The staggering footsteps made Aunt Wang look terrified, fearing that she would slip one foot into Xi Heming's arms.

Xi Heming also frowned when he saw Jiang Wanwan who had stumbled over. Before she could push her away, Jiang Wanwan had already jumped up and grabbed his arm, smiling at him with blurred eyes: "Many people who eat barbecue are interesting, come here. Come on, don’t be polite, I’ll cook big kidneys for you later."

Hearing that Xi Heming's face turned green, he gritted his teeth and pulled Jiang Wanwan from his arm: "Jiang Wanwan, why are you drunk crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I'm just happy." Jiang Wanwan smirked at him: "I share a good news with you. I have rented an office today. My company will open soon, and I will have money. Give it back to you, and then we can get a divorce."

Xi Heming was taken aback for a moment. Although Jiang Wanwan seemed to have changed from the day of his wedding, and kept talking about paying off the divorce, but before the marriage Jiang Wanwan gave him a savage, idiot, and brainless. The impression was so deep that he always felt that this was just another method of hers, but now she was still thinking about divorce when she was drunk, which made him feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Jiang Wanwan had already dragged him a few steps over Xi Heming's awkwardness. Aunt Wang stood aside very entangled. She didn't know if she should help Xi Heming break away from Jiang Wanwan's arm, or should she help Jiang Wanwan pull people over. When she was hesitating, Xi Heming's eyes suddenly came over. Aunt Wang knocked on her head and felt a little more sober. She helped the table to stand up: "Mr. doesn't like to eat barbecue. Let me cook some soup for him. ."

Xi Heming looked at Aunt Wang's obviously fluttering steps, and sighed helplessly: "No, Aunt Wang, you should go back and rest first. I can eat just a little bit."

Although Aunt Wang is a nanny, but after taking care of him for 20 years, when Aunt Wang drank alcohol, Xi Heming really couldn't watch her cook for herself.

Sending away Aunt Wang, Xi Heming was too lazy to deal with Jiang Wanwan. He went around in the kitchen and found no ingredients. In order to take care of Xi Heming's discerning taste buds, Aunt Wang purchases the freshest ingredients every day, and buys one day's amount at a time, which can meet the needs of the day without wasting. Because Xi Heming couldn't say to come back for dinner today, Aunt Wang only prepared barbecue stuff, and was not even ready to cook for Xi Heming.

Xi Heming spent a long time in the refrigerator, and finally found two eggs to boil in the pot for a while, but when he turned on the gas stove, he was dumbfounded, and he couldn't even start the fire.

Xi Heming, who did not have the concept of turning on the gas valve first, stood in the kitchen for a few minutes and then turned around and went to the western kitchen. He found a packet of oatmeal from it. He made a cup of water and frowned as soon as he took a sip and put it aside. .

This is too ugly!

Rubbing his hungry and empty stomach, Xi Heming involuntarily raised his head and looked up to the terrace, his brows tightened: "Why the smell is getting bigger and bigger."

Aunt Wang went home. Jiang Wanwan was sitting on the table alone. Although she was drunk, her hands and feet looked swift. She didn’t delay when she turned the skewers. She quickly baked a dozen more. She picked it up and placed it on the table. On the shelf above.

Picking up a string of mutton skewers, Jiang Wanwan bit down a piece of meat along the brazier. This meat was carefully selected by Aunt Wang. It is half fat and half lean. The fat meat is grilled with oil to wrap the lean part, and the bite is more tender. Juice.

Jiang Wanwan chewed the meat in her mouth with a contented expression on her face, and her whole person was immersed in this simple and happy happiness.

Drinking a beer and then a barbecue, Jiang Wanwan suddenly felt that this kind of life was good. Before wearing the book, she focused on her career. She had no friends, no hobbies, no entertainment. What she grabbed in her mind was either code or contract. There was no time for her own. She even forgot what she liked most when she was young. Sitting on the side of the road eating lamb skewers, because she hasn't felt the simple happiness for a long time.

Now she has recovered her former appearance and her simple happiness, which is great.

Xi Heming stood at a distance and watched Jiang Wanwan eat meat one bite at a time and drink one bite at a time. This casual, rude way of eating and the strong smell in the air made him feel a little bit uncomfortable. Just when he turned around to go back, he suddenly saw Jiang Wanwan, who had been laughing and eating meat, was crying...

Xi Heming paused, hesitated for a moment, and turned back to the living room.

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The more I drink, the more confused my thinking is, but my past memories are getting clearer and clearer. When I think that these precious memories have been forgotten by me, Jiang Wanwan’s tears flow more fiercely, as if the tears I have not shed in ten years are all there. It collapsed in an instant.

Sobbing his nose, suddenly seeing a pack of tissues in front of him, Jiang Wanwan looked up and saw Xi Heming's disgusting face.

"Originally, it was ugly to have a look of oil, but even crying into this virtue is simply affecting my appetite."

Jiang Wanwan wiped her tears and smiled. She reached out and took the tissue, and pulled out a piece of paper and wiped it on her face, but her mouth was not forgiving and said: "You have finished dinner, what else do you want to do with your appetite."

When Xi Heming heard these words, he felt like a stomachache, but he wanted to eat, but is there anything he can eat at home?

Jiang Wanwan put the tissue in her hand aside, picked up a bunch of mutton skewers from the grill and handed it to Xi Heming, looking at him pityingly: "I heard Aunt Wang say that you have never eaten mutton skewers. What a poor child. Quickly. , Quickly taste the taste of this fairy!"