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It doesn’t matter if you sleep in your son’s room, but if you want to sleep in your daughter’s room, just...

"Um..." When Jiang Junxi was not sure how to answer, the door behind him was opened and a person walked out of it.

Father Jiang breathed a sigh of relief from the appearance of this person, and Mother Jiang couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and the smile on his face continued.

"Oh, uncle, you, Siyo..."

Li Xianzhe walked out of Jiang Junxi's room in a daze, and for the first time found out that he had a bed recognition system.

"Did you sleep well?"

Both the old and the old looked at each other with a satisfied expression, but if they knew what their attitude would be if their baby girl gave them to them last night.

"Inside, I really bother."

"Are you hungry? I'll prepare what I want to eat."

Faced with Jiang's care, Li Xianzhe waved his hand quickly, "Well, don't be so troublesome."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Jiang Junxi scratched his head, and Li Xianzhe also scratched his head as if infected.

However, Li Xianzhe originally planned to go out for a few laps to exercise. Now looking at the old man with panda eyes, he has to say, "Um, uncle and aunt, or I will prepare breakfast..."

"You? Sage, can you cook?"

Hearing that Li Xianzhe had to take the initiative to request breakfast, the reactions of the two were also different.

Father Jiang frowned, as if he wasn't satisfied with the man entering the kitchen, but Mother Jiang seemed to have discovered a new world.

Men cooking is indeed a remarkable thing in Korea, even well-known chefs, like those in "Please, I'm the Refrigerator" have said that they rarely cook at home.

(Cui Hyun-suk said in "Roommate" that he had been married to his wife for ten or twenty years, and only cooked food for his wife a few times, and then his wife was crying.)

"Nei, because I lived alone overseas when I was young, I have been self-catering for more than ten years since 2002."

Walking into the kitchen, he glanced at the environment here, and Li Xianzhe grabbed the apron hanging on the wall and tied it directly to him.

"Chicken wings, pork chops, and half a bottle of Coke..."

Scratching his head, at least he was satisfied with the ingredients in the refrigerator, so he took out twos and threes and decided on the menu.

To tell the truth, Jiang's mother is still a little worried about letting guests cook. After all, in her thinking, few men of the older generation can enter the kitchen, and the younger generation can at most cook a ramen noodles, only to this extent.

But this kind of worry, as a faint scent came out of the kitchen, Jiang's mother was fortunate to sit down and "chalada~~"

It happened that Jiang Junxi turned on the TV at this time and directly found the variety show "I Live Alone" with relish. The two elders rarely watch variety shows. They are also strange and curious about recent variety shows, but as they gradually sink into The mother sighed repeatedly, "A Yigu, how can that be possible."

On the TV, a male artist whom the two elders don't know is in the kitchen with his head in the chicken nest, eating cereal with his eyes blankly.

Yes, cereal is definitely one of the most familiar breakfasts for Koreans, but what shocked them was that the male artist poured milk directly into the cereal and ate it with a plastic bag in his hand. Looking at the expression, I thought the other person was eating something delicious.

"Young people now."

There is a person not far away who is preparing to eat, and when I watch this person on TV, the difference between the two should not be too obvious.

The scent became stronger and stronger, until the old man turned his head from time to time to look at the busy figure in the kitchen.

In her dream, Jiang Seul-ki realized that she was having a dream. In her dream, she saw Lee Hyun-chul preparing breakfast for herself at her home. His parents praised his good craftsmanship. In such a dream state, there is something that she does not want to wake up. idea.

But... why is this fragrance so real?

In the living room, well-prepared Li Xianzhe’s brand dishes began to be served on the table. Compared with the Chinese people who are used to eating lighter snacks in the morning, they will be richer at noon and evening. The three meals a day in Korea are the same. Therefore, Li Xianzhe doesn't care if the breakfast is too greasy and too strong.

Creamy mushroom soup, spicy fried chicken wings, fried pork chops with sauce, plus the original anchovy sauce, kimchi, and rice, Jiang Junxi didn’t care about his parents’ cannibal eyes, he just opened his chopsticks for a short time.

"Abba, oh mother, why don't you eat it."

There was a piece of chicken wings in his mouth. The slightly spicy taste made him feel hungry the more he ate. Jiang Junxi didn't understand, is it not delicious?

"Eat, eat, know to eat, go and call your sister up."

Can't wait to raise her hand and slap him on the head, Jiang mother has nothing to say to her son, why is she so insightful.

"Auntie, it's okay, so Seul Qi will let me call, you can eat first."

Untied his apron, Li Xianzhe was standing at the door of Jiang Seulqi's room and shouted this time. After confirming that there was a response inside, he returned to the dinner table, joking, if he went in in front of his parents.

"Dafa~~ Did you do all these things?"

Jiang Seulqi looked at the table full of food, and the expression on her face was wonderful. It turned out that it was not a dream, but a reality.

She thought this meal was weird. It was like a three-counseling trial last night. She shrank aside and Jiang Junxi looked up and down.But this morning, Mother Jiang was eating with a smile, all kinds of cold and warm, there is a kind of Li Xianzhe is their own son, but the two of them are picked up foils.

As for his father, his eyes were wide-open. The reason was that just a few minutes ago, when Jiang Seul-ki was at the table, Li Xianzhe always felt that something was missing when he looked at the dinner table. He brightened his forehead and went straight out again. When I came back, I had something more in my hand.

"Uncle, this is the monkey wine I sent from the Huaxia consignor, 30 years old."

Father Jiang didn't know what monkey wine was, but when he heard the word "Thirty Years", his lips trembled. "Thirty years, this... is a bit too expensive."

Koreans like shochu, but in fact they love various medicinal liquors that are good for the body, such as mountain ginseng wine. Although he refused, Jiang's father looked at the beautifully packaged wine bottle and uncontrollably reached out to pick it up. Come here.

Li Xianzhe briefly talked to the old man about what monkey wine is. To put it simply, the monkeys in the mountains hide the collected food, that is, various fruits, in empty trees that will not rot during the winter. This is unavoidable.

At present, most of the monkey wine sold in the society is the fruit wine made by people, and it is branded as "monkey wine". The real monkey wine only lasts for one season, and as time goes by, the wine is getting less and I want to get it. Monkey wine is even harder!

Moreover, the monkey wine is best when it is first fermented, and what gradually ticked down is the essence of the fermented Baiguo, which has not spoiled, but is fermented.