addicted to him

Song Ni picked up the knife high, and then chopped it down very cleanly.The sound of the knife hitting the chopping board was very crisp.

Hearing this movement, Mrs. Song on the other end of the phone was shocked.

"Hey, baby, you have to be careful, don't scare mom!"

Song Ni looked at his work with great satisfaction, and took the phone off the stand.The screen panicked a few times, and Mrs. Song finally saw the situation on the chopping board.

He was silent for a long time when he saw the lump of ginger cut in half.It's okay to cut it like this, but it will be more difficult to cut into pieces and shreds later.

"Baby you"

Mrs. Song hesitated for a while, and finally said something against her will.

"not bad."

As a mother, you can't discourage your daughter from trying to learn how to cook.

Song Ni is very good at observing words and expressions, and he is very familiar with his mother. Mrs. Song's reaction does not seem to be a compliment.

Tsk, can't this work?So simple and neat.

Half a minute later, Song Ni regretted it.

Sure enough, the steps explored by the seniors are reasonable. The matter of cutting ginger is not very complicated, so the changeability of the steps and procedures is low.

The cutting method she just did was indeed convenient for the first step, but it made the subsequent steps more difficult.

Song Ni pursed her lips, and finally put down the knife.

"Mom, can't we just put it in like this?"

Anyway, as long as it has the taste of ginger, isn't it all right?Then she threw the ginger in and boiled it for a while, wouldn't it taste good?
Mrs. Song is a person who is very particular about cooking. She must not only cook delicious food, but also make it look good. She will not keep works that are not delicious.

It was very uncomfortable to hear that Song Ni had such an idea, but what was even more uncomfortable was that she could not stop Song Ni, and even had to agree and encourage her.

Looking at it from another angle, it would be great if her family Nini had an idea of ​​cooking.Everything has to be done slowly, and no skill can be learned all at once. If there is anything, it is not impossible to teach Nini carefully after she returns from abroad.

Besides, with Song Ni's posture of cutting things just now, Mrs. Song is really afraid that Song Ni will kill Ang and get into her hands.

So Mrs. Song, who was very particular, finally compromised.

"Then you can put it in like this, but remember to take it out after cooking."

Otherwise it would be too ugly.

Afterwards, the preparation of some materials was done somewhat sloppily by Song Ni.

After all this, the most tiring one was not Song Ni, but Mrs. Song who had to teach Song Ni and then kept compromising.

Realizing that her mother's patience had reached its limit, Song Ni hung up the phone in order to maintain a close mother-daughter relationship.

Then you just need to wait for it to be cooked and then go down.

Originally, the sky was not yet bright, but just now the ingredients were put in and started to cook, and the sky was already slightly bright.

Tan Zheng, who had been staying in the study, finally came out. Hearing the movement in the kitchen, he raised his leg and changed direction.

The aunts they invite don't come over to make breakfast.

When seeing Song Ni busy in the kitchen, Tan Zheng's exhausted mood suddenly eased a lot.

Song Ni really doesn't know how to cook, he can even be called a kitchen killer.Such a big countertop was messed up by her, she was just cooking a soup, but she was in a hurry.

But even so, Tan Zheng still watched with relish.The frown that was frowned because of exhaustion all night was completely relaxed because of Song Ni.

Probably in a new field, Song Ni was not so comfortable, so he kept chanting words.

"Why isn't my fish soup boiled yet?"

"When will this piece of ginger be fished out?"

"Has the fire been kept on so high? Won't the gurgling water run out?"

"How big is two spoonfuls of salt?"

"Should the noodles be cooked directly or should I set up another pot?"

Song Ni frowned every time he said a word.

Cooking is really not a simple thing, but why is it so simple to watch Tan Zheng do it?
Song Ni sighed for a long time, stirring with a spoon every now and then.

Seeing this, Tan Zheng couldn't help shaking his head and laughing out loud.

"If you keep stirring like this, the fish will rot."

Song Ni was taken aback, turned around and looked at Tan Zheng who was leaning against the door, raised his hand and patted his chest.

"When did you come down? There was no sound at all."

Song Ni was still holding the spoon when she was talking, and she filled it with water, and now it has been opened, which looks dangerous.

Tan Zheng stepped forward and took the spoon out of Song Ni's hand.

"You are too focused."

Song Ni looked at Tan Zheng carefully, and found the red blood in his eyes, which made him feel distressed.

"Are you going to practice today?"

Tan Zheng shook his head.

"One more day off."

"I'm not going to class today either."

She wanted to go to the hospital to have another look at Sheng Jiang, to make sure that he was really all right.

Tan Zheng looked down at the fish soup in the pot and smiled lightly.

"Why do you suddenly want to cook?"

Song Ni was a little embarrassed.

"Isn't this also fulfilling the duties of a wife? You have made so many meals for me, and I want to make one for you too."

Tan Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, just in time to catch the piece of ginger that Song Ni cut in half.

Song Ni: .
"Ahem, isn't this the first time? It's normal to have some flaws."

Hearing this, Tan Zheng chuckled, put the ginger piece into an empty bowl, and then used a colander to fish out another piece of ginger.

Song Ni raised his hand and touched his nose.

"Is it enough to cook the ginger flavor?"

Tan Zheng did not dampen Song Ni's self-confidence.

"Well, indeed."

Song Ni's eyes lit up.

"Then it's been boiled for a while now, so it's ready to drink?"

Tan Zheng asked with a smile.

"Have you added salt yet?"

After speaking, Tan Zheng paused and added something.

"Two spoons of this spoon or two spoons of soup?"

When Song Ni heard this, she knew that Tan Zheng had listened to all her thoughts just now.

"I put the small one."

Tan Zheng nodded.

"not bad."

Song Ni's face turned reddish.Can this be praised even if it is put in the right way?

"Then can I drink it now?"

Tan Zheng glanced at the situation in the pot and shook his head.

"Wait for a while."

After speaking, the man picked up a spoon and pressed it into the pot.

Song Ni frowned.

"Didn't you say don't spoil the fish? Then what are you doing now?"

After Tan Zheng crushed the fish, he used a colander to scoop out all the residue inside.

"I didn't ask you to stir it up just now. There is a way to eat the fish by itself, but the fish has been broken a lot just now, so I just smashed the fish and put all the essence into the fish soup. This is another way to eat. Law."

Song Ni nodded with a half-understanding, seeing that Tan Zheng had filtered all the soup, he hurriedly began to remind him.

"Try it quickly! This is my first time cooking!"

The man couldn't resist her enthusiasm, so he took a spoonful and took a sip.

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