Chapter 17 How did you secretly become a chef!
I don’t know if it was because of Lin Han’s thoughtful breakfast or the effect of the medicine for relieving morning sickness prescribed by the Maternal and Child Health Hospital yesterday, but Jiang Mengyan had a rare smooth breakfast.

After eating, Lin Han packed up and went home to get something, while she sat on the sofa with her computer and began to review work documents one by one.

A master's supervisor, that is, a graduate student supervisor, usually leads 2-3 people in each class, and a three-year team has a total of 6-10 people.

After all, each one requires very detailed guidance, and this number is more appropriate.

But the original professor actually brought... fifteen.

Jiang Mengyan's delicate and beautiful eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

When she started working, she had heard about the reputation of this professor and his students.

The other professors couldn't make their words too clear, but Jiang Mengyan knew what they meant implicitly.

I'm afraid that the class of graduate students I'm about to take over has much more water than ability.

In short, if you want to take them seriously, the effort you put in will increase exponentially.

Jiang Mengyan tried to click on the profile of a third-year graduate student and briefly browsed through his current research project and reference books. She planned to take a look at the first draft of his thesis to get a feel for his level.

As a result, after just a few minutes of looking, her brows were twisted into a rope.

Oh my god, how can a student who is in his third year of graduate school write a paper worse than an undergraduate? ?
Jiang Mengyan felt a darkness before her eyes.

This is not too much water.

This is to pour the entire East China Sea into it, right?
With this level of ability, you can get into graduate school and even survive to the third year of graduate school.

There must have been a lot of "moving around" behind the scenes.

Jiang Mengyan finally understood why the previous professor had so many students.

These are not students, but walking piles of silver.

I can't bear to watch this. It's too hurtful to the eyes.

Jiang Mengyan thought about it and opened the folder marked "Lin Han" in the first-year graduate student classification.

Let her take a good look at what kind of father these children are.

This viewing lasted nearly an hour.

After reading Lin Han's paper in one breath, Jiang Mengyan's eyes lit up.

What a neat article!

The punctuation, format, conception, and angle of approach are all perfect and impeccable.

Except for the occasional immaturity in the writing, everything else is simply perfect.

The contrast with the previous one is so strong that it is hard to believe that the previous one was in the third year of graduate school.

And Lin Han is the new first-year graduate student.

Jiang Mengyan was concentrating on her work here, while Lin Han had already arrived home on the other side.

When I opened the door, I saw my sister Lin Yue and mother Zhao Qiuhong sitting together chatting.

Hearing the door open, Lin Yue looked back and said with a smile:
"Mom, look, my uncle is back."

"……shut up."

Hearing the word "uncle", Lin Han's mouth twitched in embarrassment:
"Sister, this...special situation requires special treatment, let's discuss this separately...

Otherwise, when the children are born, do you think they are your nephews or your aunt’s cousins…”

"It doesn't matter what I say, but you're a little too capable.

Just that one time, the child was born.

If those young couples who are undergoing infertility treatment in our hospital hear about your ability, they will cry with envy.”

Lin Yue tilted her head and took a look:
"Aunt Yan didn't come back with you?"

"She's working at the new house she rented.

Hasn't he just joined our school? He will officially start work next Monday and will deal with work content in the next few days.

Besides, Mengyan hasn't come to my house to meet my parents yet, so it's not appropriate for her to come home with me like this."

Lin Han also sat down on the sofa.

"Meeting the parents, my parents probably meet Aunt Yan more often than you do."

Lin Yue snorted. "You can't say that. When we met before, we were just friends.

The meeting between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law should be more formal and grand, otherwise it will seem that our family does not value Xiaoyan. "

Zhao Qiuhong chimed in.

"Too.

Here, take this to Aunt Yan when you go back."

Lin Yue went back to the room, took out a bulging bag of things and handed it to Lin Han.

"Sister, what is this?"

"In order to generate income, our hospital set up a built-in maternal and infant brand store and contacted some big-brand maternal and infant product companies to move in.

Each employee in the hospital was given a shopping card, which can be used to buy women's products at an employee discount in the store.

I was given 2,000 at this level."

Lin Yue sat down again:
"Anyway, I don't even have a boyfriend, so I may never be able to use this discount. It's better to buy it directly for Aunt Yan.

I guessed that you probably hadn’t thought about this yet, so I picked out some long, loose maternity pajamas and home clothes for autumn and winter.

There are also some skin care products for pregnant women, which are suitable for her to use in this month. "

“Hehe, I really haven’t thought about it yet. After all, this is my first time being a father and I’m not very experienced.

Thank you, sis."

Lin Han remembered the thin nightgown Jiang Mengyan was wearing when she woke up in the morning.

Although I have considered as much as possible, I still lack experience after all.

Fortunately, my mom and sister are there to help me.

"If you really want to thank me..."

Lin Yue rolled her eyes:
"Brother, tell me the truth, did you buy some pre-made dishes to make the food on the table this morning?"

"How can a semi-finished product look so handmade? I got up at 3 o'clock in the morning and made it myself!

The stuffing for the pot stickers and steamed dumplings was all prepared by me personally, so please don’t spit on me.”

"I do not believe!"

Lin Yue jumped up from the sofa:
"We were teammates in the kitchen together when we were little, how come you secretly became a chef!"

"Sister, accept your fate."

Lin Han patted Lin Yue on the shoulder and pretended to be sad: "Now you are the only one who can blow up the kitchen."

"Yueyue, I'm not saying anything to you, look..."

"Stop! Stop! I know what you're going to say!
You will definitely say, "Look, your brother can cook now, why are you still so ignorant? How can you find a good husband in the future? Go learn how to cook...right?"

Lin Yue interrupted Zhao Qiuhong and asked with a roll of her eyes.

"As long as you know."

"I know, how could I not know, but I never want to go into the kitchen again in my life."

Lin Yue Ge You slumped on the sofa:
"Mom, think about it, Aunt Yan even has Xiaohan to cook for her.

How can you be sure that I can't find a good man to serve me like Xiaohan served Aunt Yan?"

"Your Aunt Yan must be blind to like your brother. Where can I find you a man who is just as blind?"

Zhao Qiuhong glanced at Lin Yue who was lying on the ground, and said with a chill.

Lin Han on the side: ...

No, I was talking about sister, how come I got hit by aoe too?
Is this possible?

But despite the noise, Lin Han still cooked at noon and showed off his cooking skills to his family.

Zhao Qiuhong brought back three chickens, Lin Han killed one, and gave the remaining two to Jiang Mengyan.

At noon, the family sat around the table, eating the hot stewed chicken made by Lin Han and chatting.

(End of this chapter)