"Taotao, your aunt Qian has sent a fish here. We can have some fish soup at noon today."

Grandma Yan Tao, Grandma Jiang, is over 60 years old. No one wants her to do work. She usually carries a snakeskin bag and picks up rags everywhere to make up for her family.

The old man's love for his grandson was fistful, and Yan Tao responded and opened the curtain and came out.

The house is divided into two rooms with a piece of floral cloth. It is said to be two, but in fact it is only one.

The old man lives outside and Yan Tao lives inside.

The corners of the room were full of rags, which were carefully taken care of by the old man, and they could be exchanged for a few cents. Even so, the smell of mold still drifted in the air.

Yan Tao adapted for three days and adapted to incompetence.

His brows frowned slightly, and he quickly walked over to support Grandma Jiang, "Grandma, I'll do it."

It turned out that Yan Tao was a little psychopathic when he was bullied.

He was timid outside, but he was not polite to Grandma Jiang at home.

He didn't do anything at home, and he even scolded Grandma Jiang from time to time.

"Good boy, I'm sensible."

She saw Yan Tao’s changes these days and couldn’t help but feel happy.

Grandma Jiang's eyes were filled with tears. She was old and had no ability, so she could only pick up rags to help the child. The child complained that she was also suffering.

Many elderly people have been busy all their lives.

"You can study hard, let grandma do all these housework," the dead branch-like palm touched her head lovingly, and picked up a kitchen knife to cut off the fish.

The elderly would shake their hands as they were older, and Grandma Jiang was shaking even more violently. With a kitchen knife, only a few fish scales fell.

Yan Tao squeezed over and grabbed the kitchen knife, "Grandma, I'll do it."

In order to please her family, she was forced to let go of power, and she was scared to death by telling all kinds of illuminated skills.

Unfortunately, she is the next generation heir of the Yan family. Those things are gifted when putting them on others. If you put them here, others will only say that they are not doing their job properly.

It does not match the identity of the golden heir of the Yan family.

Grandma Jiang took a few steps back, thinking that the child could not do anything, so she could try it.

At worst, just clean up yourself.

A big crucian carp on the table. Yan Tao picked up a kitchen knife and poured it out of the fish tail to clear the scales. The scales fell down like fallen leaves in autumn and fell smoothly into the trash can.

Immediately after the kitchen knife turned, I scraped off the fish gills with my backhand, and a series of movements were flowing, which looked so beautiful.

It's not like fiddling with fish, but more like the actors on the stage performing their skills.

Grandma Jiang was dazzled and had a kind of almost blind confidence in Yan Tao. She straightened her chest and praised, "My eldest grandson is amazing. She can even cook so beautifully."

Yan Tao showed his hand and had the intention of temptation.

After all, she is not the cowardly and useless Yan Tao, and the changes will only increase in the future.

She tends to be indifferent by nature. If Grandma Jiang doesn't believe her, she will have to find another place.

But she didn't expect that this old woman didn't just believe her.

This is too confident.

Just that stupid and cowardly fat man can show his hand?

Her cooking skills are Jiang Zhiqing, the royal chef of the royal family. She is very skilled in knife skills and is known as Jiang.

Even if the royal family wants to eat Lao Jiang’s meal, they have to wait for the first half of the year to see how happy the old man is.

Flip the fish, add ingredients, stir-fry the fragrance, and make soup.

I applied the simple salted MSG at home and made the fish into a fairy rice.

Ten miles away, the fragrance surrounds.

It caused the neighbors around to swallow their saliva.

Oh my God, what did Mrs. Jiang do?
Chapter completed!