Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 13 - I Have a Good Memory

"Aunt Wu, you prepared a good breakfast today."

In the dining room, there was the sound of Rong's father's surprise.

Stir-fried shrimp with eggs, cucumbers, crispy pork belly... all his favorite side dishes with porridge.

Father Rong immediately filled a bowl of white porridge himself, picked up his chopsticks and couldn't wait to taste it.

Just one bite, and he was stunned.

Aunt Wu asked nervously, "What, what's wrong? Sir, is it... not delicious?"

On the side, Mrs. Rong asked with concern, "What's wrong? But the side dishes that Aunt Wu made today are not to my taste?"

Father Rong's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, his eyes were a little red, and he just shook his head.

Seeing this, Mrs. Rong seemed to see something.

She took the chopsticks on the table, tasted everything, put down the chopsticks, and her eyes were red.

She gently put down the chopsticks in her hand, turned her head, and asked Aunt Wu softly, "Aunt Wu, don't be afraid. Tell me the truth, who did you learn these dishes from?"

Aunt Wu didn't know what happened to Mr. and Mrs. Even though Mr. and Mrs. were rare good customers, she was a little flustered at the moment.

She glanced in Rongrong's direction and said in a low voice, "Mr. and Mrs. Hui, no, I didn't make these dishes. The young master made them."

Hearing this, Rong's father, Rong's mother and his wife were both stunned.

Rongrong walked over with Rong Zheng.

Rong Zheng asked, "Mom and dad, my younger brother made today's breakfast. Is the dish unsatisfactory?"

It shouldn't be.

His breakfast is also made of fluffy and delicious.

Or, is Rongrong only good at making Western-style breakfast and not good at making Chinese-style breakfast?

Rong's mother held Rongrong's hand gently, "Rongrong, did you really make these small dishes?"

"I did it. Don't you and Dad like it?"

Rongrong recalled that he learned these few dishes from an old master in Xiao County.

The hometown of the old lady of the Rong family is Xiaoxian.

Dad hasn't had a good appetite since he had surgery the year before.

Dad should like to eat these small dishes.

Mother Rong smiled softly, her eyes were still a little red, "No, just the opposite."

"Zheng'er, Rongrong, I wonder if you two brothers have any impression of your grandmother? Zheng'er may have some impression, right? Rongrong may not remember, after all, when the old lady died, you were still young, It's just so big."

Rong's mother compared the position of her waist, and continued softly in a reminiscence tone, "Your grandmother, the craftsmanship is unparalleled. The dishes you cook... taste exactly the same as your grandmother's. It's almost like It's like her old man has come back to life."

Rong's mother patted Rongrong's hand, "that's why your dad and I were a little rude just now. It's not that your cooking is bad."

"I remember grandmother."

Mother Rong was taken aback.

It was Father Rong who looked over at Rongrong with surprise.

Rongrong did remember.