Food: Starting with Wonton Noodles

While the two weren't paying attention, Zhou Yu clicked the wish list button.

Today's number of satisfied customers: 3

Wishlist:

Wu Junlin: Mom took my yogurt oatmeal today, I really want to finish it. (Reward: A Western-style dessert recipe)

Lin Wenhui: I haven't had such delicious wonton noodles in a long time. I'd like another bowl. (Task Reward: One packet of Baisha liquor)

[He Jiafu: My daughter has been having a poor appetite lately for some reason. I wish I knew what she likes to eat now. (Reward: A Hong Kong-style dessert recipe)]

[Wishlist tasks claimed/Completed: 0/0]

[Note: The wish list only displays and allows users to claim wishes from satisfied customers on the same day. Wish lists cannot be discarded after being claimed. There is no time limit for claiming wishes. Users can claim a maximum of 3 wishes even if they have not completed their tasks. Please choose your wishes carefully.]

Zhou Yu was silent for a while. Was his little nephew with the watermelon head really that obsessed with the food he hadn't finished eating?

Wu Junlin is Zhou Yu's nephew with the watermelon-shaped haircut. This dish, which even Zhou Yu himself disliked, actually received such high praise from his nephew.

He was a little touched; he hadn't expected that his little nephew would still remember the yogurt oatmeal he made.

However, Zhou Yu really dared not accept this wish-granting task. If he had to do it again, his own sister would really take up a knife and kill him.

It seems that only Lin Wenhui's wish is one that I can fulfill immediately.

"This reward is rather meager," Zhou Yu glanced at Lin Wenhui.

Lin Wenhui felt a little uneasy under Zhou Yu's gaze and couldn't help but say, "Hey, you're not planning to make me some kind of weird dish again, are you?"

Although Zhou Yu's wonton noodles were delicious today, a bowl of noodles could not completely erase the psychological shadows of the past.

"I don't want to cook for you even if you want to eat it. Would you like another bowl of wonton noodles?" Zhou Yu said.

"Okay, another bowl, I want double the portion." Lin Wenhui readily agreed.

Zhou Yu started wrapping wontons again. This time, in addition to the amount Lin Wenhui had made, he wrapped several more to take home.

"Uncle He, would you like another bowl?"

"No need, my daughter is coming home for the weekend, and I need to go back for dinner, so I won't eat that much."

"Uncle He, is your daughter still in school?" Lin Wenhui asked curiously.

Although Lin's father and He Jiafu were good friends, Lin Wenhui had only met He Jiafu's daughter a few times.

"Yes, I'm a junior this year, studying at the Ocean University in the city. I'm studying fashion design, and I've even received the department's scholarship a few times."

When talking about his daughter, He Jiafu's lips and eyebrows unconsciously lifted.

"I don't know why, but my appetite has been getting worse lately." As she spoke, the corners of her mouth and eyebrows that had been raised turned down again.

"So, since she's home these next couple of days, I'm going to go back and cook for her. She's loved my cooking since she was little."

"Maybe it's a girl who just happened to be trying to lose weight," Lin Wenhui said. "She'll be fine in a few days."

"Ah Qing often does this," he added.

Lin Wenhui is very experienced; his wife, Aqing, tries to lose weight every now and then. Of course, she naturally gives up after only a few days.

"Really?" Uncle He frowned.

"Does your wife need to diet to lose weight?" Zhou Yu handed a large bowl of wontons to Lin Wenhui.

Lin Wenhui's eyes lit up when he saw the wonton noodles, and he picked up his chopsticks and began to wolf them down.

"Does your wife still eat separately from your mother?" Zhou Yu asked with some pity as he looked at Lin Wenhui's eating habits.

"Sigh, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is the same all over the world." Lin Wenhui didn't even look up.

Xu Haiqing, Lin Wenhui's wife.

He, Lin Wenhui, and Zhou Yu were all close friends from university.

Unlike Zhou Yu's womanizing ways, Lin Wenhui and Xu Haiqing dated for four years and got married right after graduation, making them one of the most innocent couples in college.

"I'm also wondering, Ah Qing is usually so quiet and has such high emotional intelligence. How could she marry you? And how come she can argue so fiercely with your mother?"

Xu Haiqing's family owns a factory, so he can be considered a moderately wealthy second-generation heir. Although not extremely rich, his family is not considered a good match for Lin Wenhui's.

Furthermore, she married Lin Wenhui immediately after graduation despite everyone's objections, which was quite a remarkable story at the time.

Especially since they were longtime friends, Zhou Yu really couldn't imagine that a girl who was less than 1.6 meters tall, who was not exactly gentle and weak but had extremely high emotional intelligence, could be so assertive in her relationship with her mother-in-law.

Lin Wenhui leaned back, let out a burp, and said, "You'll understand when you get married. Don't worry, your day will come."

"So my fear of marriage is partly your fault, brother." Zhou Yu patted Lin Wenhui on the shoulder.

"But if you can eat your wife's cooking, why do you complain about mine?"

Aside from the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship, Xu Haiqing is undoubtedly an excellent wife. She never complains about Lin Wenhui's usual carefree attitude and lack of ambition.

Even after separating from her mother-in-law, she would still leave work early to cook for her two children and Lin Wenhui.

But her cooking skills, well, they're on par with Zhou Yu's. — Well, that's Zhou Yu's opinion.

Lin Wenhui and his dog were fortunate enough to taste Zhou Yu's terrible cooking because after they separated their cooking, Zhou Yu ate Xu Haiqing's cooking when he came to their house.

Then, Zhou Yu, who couldn't stand Xu Haiqing's cooking skills any longer, volunteered to make a garlic rib dish.

Then, it was Lin Wenhui's family's turn to have enough, including their dog.

"How can that be the same?" Lin Wenhui retorted. "If I complain, does that mean I have to go home and cook every day?"

That makes sense, doesn't it?

"Besides, of course her cooking is different from yours," Lin Wenhui laughed. "Didn't you see my two sons eating it with gusto?"

"Tch, what's with all the lovey-dovey stuff? If you ask me, you should just tell her to reconcile with your mom, that would be fine. Why are you keeping separate kitchens?"

Zhou Yu tossed a packet of white sand to the grinning Lin Wenhui, "Here's a reward for you. You old dog of a man."

This is the reward I received after completing Lin Wenhui's wish mission.

Seriously, he lives such a frugal life that even the rewards for issuing missions are so meager, Zhou Yu really couldn't be bothered to accept them.

Lin Wenhui happily accepted the cigarette.

After Zhou Yu packed up the remaining wontons and ingredients, he said to He Jiafu, "Uncle He, can I borrow your kitchen to make noodles for the next few days? I want to start setting up a stall tomorrow, but buying equipment might not be so quick."

He Jiafu, who had been frowning and pondering his daughter's problem, came to his senses and readily said, "Use whatever you like. It's rare to find young people who can still make bamboo-pressed noodles, so I'll definitely support them. You can also tell me what ingredients you need."

After thinking for a moment, He Jiafu asked again, "If you're planning to set up a stall, have you bought all the necessary tools?"

Zhou Yu answered readily: "There's nothing there, it was just a whim."

He Jiafu: ......

Lin Wenhui: ......

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Note:

"Old man" is a Cantonese slang term, similar to "old man," mainly used to describe a middle-aged man who remains optimistic despite life's hardships.