Washing-

Song Zhichao wore a suit, took care of his hair meticulously, and walked to the restaurant happily.

Then, he was stunned and looked foolishly at the rich and delicious dishes on the dining table that were like "Manchu and Han chew". The combination of meat and vegetables was all in color, fragrance and taste. There were about a dozen plates, including Chinese delicacies and Korean food. When you smell them, you can say that they have their own characteristics.

In the kitchen, Park Chun-hwa was busy working around the boiler with her water skirt, her hands and feet were quick and skillful. She seemed to be doing housework often and was making Song Zhichao's favorite fried egg.

This fried egg is the best and the most difficult to make, just in line with the saying "the simpler the more complicated it is." If the heat is a little worse, the color and taste of the fried egg will be very different.

The little nanny Kim Sansun stood beside Park Chun-hwa and started to work, but his eyes looked at Park Chun-hwa's movements, focusing on his mind, obviously learning the skills.

Song Zhichao closed his mouth, which was opened because of surprise, sat in his seat, looking at the table full of food, unable to help but salivate and his appetite increased greatly.

Picking up the newspaper casually, Song Zhichao looked at the newspaper and started eating.

After taking a few glances, Song Zhichao put down the newspaper and looked up, he was startled again.

I saw that Kim Sanshun and Kim Bo-er stood neatly, and were smiling at Song Zhichao.

"President Song, please have a meal!" The three of them bent down and bowed, and said in unison.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Looking at this situation, I couldn't eat anymore.

"You guys sit down too, it's annoying to stand like this."

The little girl Jin Baoer said "Oh" and found a place to sit down, but Park Chunhua pulled her up, and then said to Song Zhichao: "Sir, we have a humble identity and cannot have a meal with you. Please forgive me!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Think about it, this is South Korea. There are indeed many rules in South Korea, especially those chaebols who like to do this, and their class hierarchy is very strict.

"But the problem is that you stand like this and watch me have dinner. One is okay, and three are together..."

"It's okay, Lord President, if you think we are annoying, let's go there and stand." Park Chun-hwa pulled her two daughters and stood at the gate.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but frown and waved at them: "Don't stand there, take some food and go to the kitchen to eat..."

Park Chunhua had a firm attitude: "No, although I am a country woman, I also know the rules - according to the rules, we can only eat until you finish your meal."

At this time—

Gululu!

Jin Baoer's belly is bulging.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Jin Baoer raised her face and said to Park Chun-hua. She had wiped the toilet for a long time, but it would be strange if she wasn't hungry.

Park Chunhua felt a little embarrassed and smiled at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao hasn't spoken yet.

Gululu!

This time, Kim Sanshun's belly was bulging.

Park Chunhua, embarrassed.

Song Zhichao didn't say anything anymore, picked up the chopsticks and pointed to the kitchen.

...

In a moment—

Song Zhichao was eating alone at the dining table.

Park Chun-hwa and two daughters Kim San-sun and Kim Bo-er were crowding in the kitchen to eat.

It was better at the beginning.

It was very quiet. Song Zhichao could have a leisurely dining while reading newspapers, but gradually, the kitchen became lively.

"Mom, this plate of bamboo shoots is so delicious! It's so delicious!" said the little girl Jin Baoer happily.

Song Zhichao was surprised and stretched out his chopsticks to look at the dishes on the dining table. Sure enough, there was a plate of cooking bamboo shoots, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to taste it - uh, the taste was good, but it was not as delicious as it was!

"Mom, this plate of shrimp dumplings is so delicious! I feel that even the skin and fillings are about to melt in my mouth!" This time it was Jin Sanshun's voice.

Song Zhichao picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth. Uh, the taste is a little different from what Jin Sanshun made, but it is not that delicious. What does it mean to melt when put into the mouth? This is not made of ice cream.

Tell, fuss!

It seems that these Koreans have never eaten delicious food.

Song Zhichao sneered.

But--

No matter how Song Zhichao questioned it, the kitchen was full of relish and praise kept coming, almost all of which dish was praised for its good taste, its taste, and its feeling after eating it.

At first, Song Zhichao could bear it, but gradually, he wondered, thinking, was the food on his table different from what they ate?

Yes, it must be so!

Korean women like Park Chun-hwa seem to be very gentle on the surface and respect themselves very much; they may be acting in private, and they are perfunctory in making so many meals. Only they can cook better if they eat them themselves.

Thinking of this, Song Zhichao coughed and said to the little nanny Jin Sanshun: "Sanshun, bring your plate of shrimp dumplings over."

"What's wrong, President Song, have you finished your plate?"

"Don't talk nonsense, bring it here!"

"Oh OK, right now!"

Soon, Kim Sansun obediently brought their plate of shrimp dumplings over.

Song Zhichao was very polite and stretched out his chopsticks and picked up one and put it in his mouth - uh, the taste was the same as his own plate. Did he blame them for the wrong thing?

Song Zhichao frowned, and his eyebrows were furrowed together.

I stretched out my chopsticks and picked up another shrimp dumpling. This time I dipped it in vinegar water and put it in my mouth - uh, it's still the same.

Song Zhichao gave up, maybe he really blamed them wrongly.

It is probably better to have a family to have dinner together than anything else.

...

After breakfast—

Song Zhichao got up, and the little nanny Jin Sanshun hurried over to get him a suit jacket and served Song Zhichao to put on the jacket.

Jin Sanshun sent Song Zhichao to the door and opened his mouth to say something.

But Song Zhichao suddenly turned his head and said to her: "Let them live here for the time being, if you don't feel crowded here."

"No! No! No! No! No! No!" Jin Sanshun was almost happy and shook his head in a hurry.

Song Zhichao smiled and was about to leave, but turned his head and said, "Also, breakfast can be simpler, don't do so much!"

Jin Sansun was stunned: "I understand! I will say to my mother - in fact, she did so much to please you!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Then he shook his head: "It's actually very easy to please me..."

Kim Sansun widened his eyes: "How to do it?"

Song Zhichao nodded at her, "Just do nothing!"

Kim Sansun: “…”

When she came to her senses, Song Zhichao had turned around and left.

...

"Wow, so delicious!" Jin Baoer, who had just crawled in the kitchen to eat, ran out when she saw Song Zhichao leaving, and said happily as she looked at the table full of food.

"You're not full yet?" Mother Park Chun-hwa also walked out.

"It's just a little bit enough for the three of us to eat, but there are still more here, hehe!" Jin Baoer sat at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Park Chun-hwa opened her mouth and wanted to scold her for not being so unruly. She thought that it would be a waste if she didn't eat so many things, so she said nothing.

Jin Sanshun was also preparing to sit down here, picking up the chopsticks and starting to eat - as the little girl Jin Baoer said, the food in the kitchen just now was not enough for the three of them to eat together.

At this time, Park Chun-hwa said: "Sanshun, don't rush to eat first--Go and shout down the lady in the house. She drank so much wine last night and probably haven't eaten yet."

Kim Sanshun said "Oh".

She knew that her mother was kind-hearted and kind. When she was in the countryside, she liked to take care of her neighbors. Sometimes she made delicious food and liked to give it to her neighbors to enjoy.

...

In a moment—

"I'm sleeping well, you insist on asking me to get up, my face has not been washed yet!" Han Jiaren's muttering could be heard from a distance.

Needless to say, the little nanny Jin Sanshun called Han Jiaren down from the house.

Han Jiaren disheveled her hair, covered her mouth with her hands, and yawned - it was obvious that she was pulled up by Jin Sansuke on the bed, looking like she hadn't woken up yet.

"No, I didn't lie to you, there are so many delicious foods!" Jin Sanshun pointed to the delicious food on the table and said to Han Jiaren.
To be continued...