Rebirth in the 1990s: The Fat Cannon Fodder Wife Wants to Turn Things Around

Chapter 243 Mapo Tofu
What Meng Yao used to cook most was pasta, and she had never fried it.

Although Uncle Hu listened to her ambiguously, he didn't know how far it would go.

As soon as the stir-fried dishes are brought out, you will know how good she is.

This is purely a chef's craft.

Uncle Hu couldn't resist the temptation at all, and stretched out his hand.

Qi Boyan didn't do anything, just coughed lightly, Uncle Hu's hands froze, and his eyes widened instantly.

"What's the cough, all the bacteria ran into the vegetables?"

Until Meng Yao brought the small casserole containing mapo tofu to the table, and the casserole was still carefully cushioned with things. Uncle Hu stretched out his nose and sniffed, and couldn't help poking his head again.

"What is this thing? It's still mysterious?"

He poked his head to look into the casserole to see what was inside.

He already guessed in his heart that it was mapo tofu, because the taste couldn't hide from his nose.

I couldn't help but poked my hand out again, and just about to touch the casserole, there was a "snap", and my hand was hit.

Meng Yao seized the opportunity and called back, grinning with pride.

"Uncle Hu, I didn't tell you to eat it. If you steal it, you will be beaten!"

Uncle Hu pinched his beard and glared at Meng Yao angrily, "You little girl is really small, smaller than the tip of a needle, didn't you just hit you? You..."

"Uncle Hu, didn't I just hit you once? Is it necessary for you to hold grudges like this?"

Uncle Hu choked.

"It doesn't matter, I want to eat anyway, the old woman surnamed Jiang can't eat spicy food, whoever I don't want to eat..."

"Hey, hey, I see, this is specially made for me to eat, right? Your little girl still stops me, who will eat if I don't let me eat?"

Meng Yao gave Uncle Hu a white look.

He just knew it.

Uncle Hu wanted to eat spicy food. She made money today and was in a good mood. She cooked it for him, but he still treated her like that.

Meng Yao pouted, the more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became.

Uncle Hu even proudly showed off to Jiang Huizhi, "I made it just for me, not for you!"

Jiang Huizhi snorted, "Yaoyao, don't feed him."

Meng Yao immediately responded, and took the casserole back, "If the godmother says she won't eat it, then she won't eat it."

Uncle Hu was dumbfounded, and hurried to stop him, "Hey, little girl, it's your fault, this is specially made for me!"

"Old lady Jiang, are you deliberately against me?"

Jiang Huizhi picked up the chopsticks, just wanting to hit Old Man Hu on the forehead.

"Bullying my daughter and wanting to eat my daughter's cooking, what you think is beautiful!"

"Apologize to my daughter, otherwise, I'll feed it to the dogs, and I won't feed it to you, old man."

Meng Yao also said this just now.

Look, look, just after the old lady Jiang was recognized as a mother, the little girl began to imitate her!

Uncle Hu looked at Jiang Huizhi aggrievedly, thinking that he was hard-hearted and seeing that she couldn't do it, so he turned his eyes to Meng Yao.

He has a big beard, but his expression is like that of a child, aggrieved and pitiful.

"Girl Yao, I know you won't be as cruel as this bad wife, you must be a caring girl!"

Meng Yao couldn't help but "puchi", thinking that Uncle Hu was so cute, and he was so unprincipled after feeding him a mouthful.

Jiang Huizhi was disgusted to death, pointed at Uncle Hu with chopsticks and said, "Look at your virtue, the older you get, the less dignified you are, no wonder you have raised a few white-eyed wolves."

This time Uncle Hu didn't let Jiang Huizhi slander the few cubs he raised so hard, blowing his beard in retort.

"Nonsense, who is a white-eyed wolf? Look at my son, look at your son, my son at least gives me money, knows how to find someone to serve me and be filial to me, what about your son?"

Jiang Huizhi snorted and sneered, thinking that Uncle Hu really suffered from a short memory, and after being coaxed by his son, he forgot everything.

"If you're a bad old man with no money, they will be filial to you? You want to eat ass!"

Uncle Hu was so angry that he lost his temper. He found that old lady Jiang couldn't say anything good.

Weakly turned his gaze to Meng Yao again, sniffing, "Girl Yao, I've been bullied like this, can you give me something to eat?"

Meng Yao: "..."

Meng Yao couldn't help laughing.

Uncle Hu is really like a child.

She relented and pushed the thing over.

Uncle Hu was so happy that he immediately lifted the lid of the casserole with the towel on it.

The scent blowing over his face made Uncle Hu greedy.

"Ma Po Tofu, this taste... sucks."

Meng Yao came over with a casserole in order to keep the deliciousness of Mapo Tofu.

Seeing Uncle Hu's greedy look, Meng Yao couldn't help feeling that it was worth the effort.

"Try it!"

Meng Yao handed over the chopsticks, Uncle Hu saw the straw and took it immediately.

Uncle Hu's behavior at this moment is not at all as calm as when he saw Liu Yiyi cooking so many dishes on the table, but like an old glutton who smells delicious food and can't wait to enjoy his food.

"This taste is numbing and spicy, hiss, hiss...delicious!"

Jiang Huizhi couldn't see the old man Hu's unpromising appearance, so he knocked on the table.

"If you don't pay attention to me when you eat, get out of here."

When Uncle Hu was eating Mapo Tofu, he raised his head high, and he knocked a small piece of tender Mapo Tofu into his mouth in mid-air. He took a few sips before sending it completely into his mouth.

When eating, the beard is still upturned.

That unpromising appearance is disgusting to see.

Uncle Hu hummed and ignored her, turned sideways and continued eating.

The taste is really addictive.

Liu Yishou's eyes were fixed on the mapo tofu in the casserole. The hot dish was really attractive in color and taste.

He approached slowly, and stretched out his hand involuntarily.

Qi Boyan's eyes moved, and he just turned sideways to protect Meng Yao, ignoring him who looked stupid.

"You, you, what are you doing? Stop it!"

Uncle Hu, who was eating well, screamed angrily when he saw that the cook that the fourth child had hired for him suddenly made a move.

"Yao girl made this for me, you, you dare to do it?"

Liu Yishou's hands were really fast. When Uncle Hu called, he directly put his hand into the casserole, endured the heat, and fished out a small piece of mapo tofu.

As if he didn't hear Uncle Hu's words, he put the hand that scooped up Mapo Tofu into his mouth.

Uncle Hu patted the table angrily and stood up.

"I, I must break the leg of that stinky boy of the fourth child."

Look at what kind of person this stinky boy gave him, the food he made was nothing more than that, and he even ate his mapo tofu.

This is the mapo tofu that the little girl specially made for him, and he ruined it just like that.

After eating the mapo tofu with one hand, Liu began to babble.

Just that small piece of tofu, what's the fuss about?
"Scallion, ginger, minced meat, pepper, cooking wine, sauce..."

Meng Yao listened and touched her nose.

He is tasting the ingredients for making mapo tofu.

Liu Yishou chanted for a long time, and after chanting, he couldn't help looking at Meng Yao, shaking his head, "No, no, these ingredients are not bad, but the taste I made is not right."

(End of this chapter)