Chapter 357 Well-intentioned Concealment

Pei Dongkui walked out with a medicine box and noticed that the atmosphere in the living room was a bit strange.

Without thinking too much, he took out the gauze and mirror, handed them to Zhao Huan and said:
"Here, wipe the blood off your mouth."

Before Kang Do-hwan reached out to take it, Bae Joo-hyun took the initiative to step forward, took off the gauze, and waved to him.

Jiang Zhaohuan understood what his girlfriend meant and squatted down, letting her wipe the blood off his lips.

The movement was gentle, so it didn't hurt.

But Jiang Zhaohuan could feel Pei's father's gaze and felt a little embarrassed.

The feeling of being stared at by my girlfriend's father is quite subtle.

Pei Dongkui did not expect that his eldest daughter would become bolder and actually show her affection in front of him.

He pursed his lips and swallowed the words he wanted to say to stop her.

The eldest daughter is already twenty-eight years old.

Since they are not children, there is really no need to be too strict.

Bae Joo Hyun looked at Do Hwan's lips carefully, and only spoke after confirming that there was no problem:

"Okay, the bleeding isn't happening anymore. Don't lick your lips too often, okay?"

Jiang Zhaohuan nodded, then turned sideways to look at Pei's father and said:
"Uncle, please teach me how to make kimchi. Once I learn it, I won't have to bother you to go to Seoul anymore."

He didn't say it too directly, for fear that Pei's father would misunderstand that they were living together.

Bae Dong-gyu glanced at Kang Do-hwan with a little surprise. It was normal to be surprised.

He was born and raised on the peninsula and is very familiar with the situation there.

Not many men are willing to cook for their girlfriends, and this situation becomes even worse after marriage.

For example, he lets his wife wash all his clothes, from head to toe, and he lies down on the sofa as soon as he gets home without any thought of cleaning the house.

What’s worse is that he is unwilling to wash the dishes, thinking that these are things his wife should do.

Pei Dongkui is one of the very few exceptions. He dotes on his wife and believes that love should be a two-way street, and that these housework should be shared by both of them.

This is probably the reason why he and his wife Park Young-ran have been able to love each other for many years and they rarely even quarrel.

Pei Dongkui's tense face relaxed a little, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he nodded:
"Well, come with me. Zhu Xuan likes the kimchi I make the most."

Park Young-ran, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, immediately became unhappy when she heard this.

She still held the spatula in her hand and glared at her husband:
"Then why do some people always ask me to make it? Why don't you make it yourself if it tastes best?"

Pei Dongkui didn't expect his wife to not give him face. He smiled helplessly and lowered his voice and whispered:

"Honey, I didn't say yours is not delicious. I always like your cooking the most."

Park Young-ran knew that her husband had been trying to make things difficult for Do-hwan, and she didn't want her favorite son-in-law to be dissuaded, so she had to think of a way to make him lose face.

She stuffed the spatula in her hand directly into Pei Dongkui's hand and said dissatisfiedly:

"Humph, now you know how to say nice things? You go make the rice cakes today!"

"Okay, okay, I'll do the cooking. You and mom can go take a rest. I and Do Hwan can take care of the kitchen!"

"What do you mean leave it to Zhao Huan? The child is a guest, you have to cook the dishes!"

Pei Dongkui nodded quickly and didn't dare to say "no". He smiled and said:
"I was wrong just now. Honey, go to the living room and have a rest. I will teach Do Hwan how to pickle kimchi first."

"I will come to inspect later, please don't tire the children out."

"Yes, I promise."

Jiang Zhaohuan was watching the show from the side, and he didn't expect that Pei's mother would speak up for him.

He was somewhat happy in his heart. Could it be that he had already passed the test of his mother-in-law? Jiang Zhaohuan did not show much happiness on his face. He was worried that he would not be able to pass the test of Pei's father.

He followed me into the kitchen obediently and took the initiative to help wash the radish strips and dry them with kitchen paper.

Pei Dongkui nodded with satisfaction when he saw how skillful Do Hwan was.

He brought over the bottles and jars he had prepared earlier, handed over the mashed garlic, and said:
"Three tablespoons of minced garlic is enough, and then the fish sauce. Remember to use a separate spoon."

Jiang Zhaohuan saw that the garlic paste handed to him was actually in a glass bottle, and it was obviously sold outside.

A helpless smile appeared on his face, thinking that people on the peninsula were really lazy when it came to cooking.

The mashed garlic is not homemade. I'm afraid the minced garlic is bought ready-made.

Jiang Zhaohuan recalled that he had visited EXO's dormitory before, and they didn't even cook rice themselves, but relied on the microwave.

That kind of instant rice can be eaten after heating for a while, but the taste... well... he doesn't really like it.

Minced garlic, fish sauce, sugar, plum syrup, sesame oil and tons of chili powder.

Everything added makes the fresh and healthy white radish strips become increasingly unhealthy.

Three full tablespoons of granulated sugar were added, and at least three tablespoons of plum syrup.

Jiang Zhaohuan picked up a pickled radish kimchi with clean chopsticks and tasted it. It tasted sweet and spicy.

Is there too much chili powder?
It really makes people want to drink a few mouthfuls of white porridge.

This piece of pickled radish is enough to go with half a bowl of white porridge, and it is quite strong in taste.

After Jiang Zhaohuan helped pickle radish kimchi and radish leaf kimchi, he returned to the living room and gave the main battlefield to Pei's father.

After Bae Joo Hyun waited for her boyfriend to sit next to her, she gave him a strawberry and asked with a smile:

"How is it? The kimchi my dad makes is very unique, right?"

Jiang Zhaohuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and was thinking about whether to tell the truth or lie.

Just as he was struggling, Park Young-ran smiled and poured a cup of yogurt, handed it to Do-hwan, and said mercilessly:
"Don't even think about saying nice things. The food that Lao Pei cooks is really strong~"

"That's right, Dad is the only one who likes what he cooks."

Bae Joo-yeon also followed suit, but she only talked about it behind her back and never told her father the truth.

Jiang Zhaohuan felt a little strange. It was indeed a bit too much. He asked curiously:
"Does Uncle prefer to eat heavy food?"

Park Young-ran shook her head and explained:
"No, he had a problem with his sense of taste after he was ill. He can't taste anything that is not strong, so he doesn't like to eat out. Every time he comes home late from get off work, he eats at home."

Jiang Zhaohuan didn't expect the truth to be like this. No wonder his family members wouldn't tell it.

Some truths may make people sad when they are spoken out.

Lu Fuzhu smiled and made a "secret" gesture to Zhao Huan, then stood up and said:
"I'm going to the kitchen to make a few dishes, otherwise I'll have to run to the bathroom all night~"

"Mom, let me help too."

Park Young-ran would say a few words to her husband, but she was actually very distressed about him.

She couldn't bear to let her husband work in the kitchen for a long time because his knees and waist were not in good condition.

Jiang Zhaohuan looked at the three people in the kitchen with envy. Such a family atmosphere was really great.

No wonder he brought up Bae Joo-hyun. He is really lucky to have such a girlfriend.

Pei Zhuxuan noticed Dohwan's gaze and blinked in confusion:
"what happened?"

"Nothing, I just think I'm lucky."

It’s great to meet you and fall in love with you.

(End of this chapter)