Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1255, Section 475: The Sichuan-Style Little Chef's Soul-Searching Question
In Tang Xiaoxing's opinion, the car was indeed amazing.

In less than five minutes, a menu appeared on her phone.

There were seven dishes in total, each of which she couldn't recreate even when following the recipe.

Little Car: "Little Star, say it again."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Braised pork."

“Twice-cooked pork.”

"Sauerkraut fish."

“Ma Po Tofu.”

"Coral Snowflake Chicken".

"Stir-fried garlic sprouts with cured pork".

"Seaweed and egg drop soup".

Xiao Che nodded, thinking to himself that adding three more dishes would make a total of ten: "What else should we do? Let's make it a perfect ten."

"Huh?" Tang Xiaoxing thought to herself that the meaning of "perfect" was good, but how could she make the decision about adding dishes? "Linlin, you tell me, I can only help you wash and chop the vegetables."

Xiao Che frowned: "Let's cook together! I don't know how to cook much else. Think of something, you know how to cook for yourself when you're abroad! Hurry up!"

Tang Xiaoxing looked troubled. It was true that she could cook, and some of her dishes tasted pretty good, but their presentation was rather poor.
"Braised eggplant?" Xiao Che suggested. "The braised eggplant you sent me looks delicious! Order two more, please."

Tang Xiaoxin originally thought she would only be a helper, but seeing Xiao Che's expectant look, she quickly decided to cook with Xiao Che tomorrow.

Now that she had made the decision, Tang Xiaoxing felt relieved and decided to just focus on cooking her dishes well.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stir-fried pork with chili peppers."

Little Car: "Wow, Little Star, you're amazing! I've never been able to make good scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I always overcook the eggs."

Tang Xiaoxing was stunned and stammered, "No, that can't be."

Xiao Che: "Really! If you don't believe me, I'll cook some scrambled eggs tomorrow, and you'll know once you taste them."

Tang Xiaoxing still couldn't quite accept it. In her opinion, if a small car could make such complicated dishes, how could it not be able to make a simple tomato and egg stir-fry?

However, the car didn't give her any more time to think it over, "It's settled then!"

As he spoke, Xiao Che stretched out his palm, and Tang Xiaoxing raised his hand and gave Xiao Che a high five.

After a "smack," two girls giggled softly.

"Xiaoxing, we need to go grocery shopping first thing tomorrow morning."

"Hmm! I'll go check what's left in the fridge now."

"No need, we'll just go buy it tomorrow. Our uncles and aunts at home still need some, so we'll buy as much as we make. Listen to me."

"Okay, that's perfect. I'll take you to my favorite breakfast place tomorrow morning."

"Hey! Hey Xiaoxing, what does douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) taste like?"

"Huh? You haven't tried it yet?"

"No, the teacher said the taste is hard to describe."

"Haha, you try it tomorrow. I'm quite curious to see your reaction."

Just then, Yang Hui brought a fruit platter to the two girls, and Tang Xiaoxing then explained her and Xiao Che's plans for the next morning.

Hearing that Xiao Che wanted to try douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), Yang Hui laughed out loud: "Okay, Linlin, you can try it tomorrow."

"I'll drive you there tomorrow morning."

Tang Xiaoxing immediately objected, "Linlin and I agreed that it would just be the two of us going."

Yang Hui: "Alright, you two go ahead. I won't bother with you tomorrow. You two have fun. We're getting ready for bed."

Little car: "Thank you, Auntie! Goodnight, Auntie!"

Yang Hui: "Goodnight, Linlin. Eat the fruit if you want, or don't if you don't. It's getting late."

Car: "Mmm."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Mom, go to sleep!"

After "chasing" her mother away, Tang Xiaoxing locked the bedroom door again, "knowing it was so late, yet she still cut so much fruit."

Xiao Che laughed: "Auntie knows we won't go to bed early tonight."

Tang Xiaoxing: "That's right, Linlin, you eat it."

Xiao Che: "Let's eat together and try not to waste any."

As they spoke, the two girls carried the fruit platter to the small coffee table on the bedroom balcony and sat down facing each other.

The night outside the window was hazy, and the city was flashing with neon lights.

"Linlin, did you notice? The second movement that the teacher played today was a little different from when she rehearsed it this afternoon."

"You mean clauses?"

"Ah."

"Sometimes the teacher does this during performances; in his words, it's a sudden inspiration." "Wow, Linlin, you are amazing too! Your boat song is completely different from your stage performance."

"After all, you're the teacher's student. You might have inherited his genes. Xiaoxing, you'll be just around the corner too. The teacher kept praising you during class yesterday."

At this point, Tang Xiaoxing felt both happy and sad. Yesterday, her teacher listened to her story and gave her a lot of encouraging advice.

Especially when she finished playing Bach's fugue according to her own ideas, she saw surprise in her teacher's expression.

For the first time in her piano lesson, she felt understood and recognized, a feeling she had never experienced before when learning piano with Teacher Chen.

The teacher and Linlin will be leaving the day after tomorrow. Although she can continue to take online classes with the teacher, she doesn't know when she will be able to see the teacher and Linlin again.

These past few days have been the most relaxing in her short life. She inexplicably found that after spending time with Linlin and her teacher, she seemed to have become much more cheerful than before.

She liked this state of her life, but...
"Why are you sighing?" Xiao Che asked with concern.

moment.

Tang Xiaoxing sighed again: "Linlin, I don't want you to leave with your teacher."

Xiao Che: "I'll miss you too. Luckily, there's still more than a month left. We can be together again at summer camp."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Sigh, we still have to wait so long."

Xiao Che laughed: "Soon, Xiao Xing, when are you going back to Berlin?"

Tang Xiaoxing: "The specific date hasn't been set yet, but it should be before the end of the month."

He paused, then said, "Linlin."

Car: "Hmm?"

Tang Xiaoxing raised her droopy head, met the clear gaze in front of her, pursed her lips, hesitated several times before she seemed to muster up her courage: "I don't want to go back to Berlin."

Xiao Che chuckled, "Then you're not going back?"

Tang Xiaoxing paused for a moment, then laughed: "It would be great if you could decide that~"

Tang Xiaoxing had only intended it as a joke, a way to express her own desires, but she didn't expect that Xiao Che would shake his head after hearing her words, his gaze filled with undisguised seriousness.

"Hmm?" Tang Xiaoxing hesitated.

Xiao Che: "No one can decide this issue except you. If you don't want to go back to Germany, you should express your thoughts."

Tang Xiaoxing replied in a low voice, "Grandpa won't agree. Even if Dad agrees, Grandpa still won't agree."

Little Car: "Have you told Grandpa Tang about this?"

Tang Xiaoxing: "No."

Xiao Che: "How do you know Grandpa won't agree if you don't tell him?"

Tang Xiaoxing was stunned, and she seemed to hear the words her teacher had said to her backstage the day before yesterday.

'Child, why not give it a try? Sometimes all it takes is a little courage to speak your mind.'

Just then, someone said, "Xiaoxing, even if Grandpa Tang didn't agree, at least you expressed your thoughts, which is important. And how can you be sure that Grandpa Tang will definitely refuse you?"

Xiao Che paused for a moment and continued, “My dad is a chef. It took him three and a half years to go from apprentice to chef. During that time, he secretly practiced cooking. In the third year, one day he asked his master when he could start cooking. His master asked, ‘Are you ready?’ He didn’t dare to nod at that time.”

"Six months later, one evening after get off work he told his mentor that he was ready."

"He started cooking the next day."

“An elderly man often comes to the store to order braised pork with chives claypot rice. His chef used to make it, but now he does it.”

"At first it was fine. He didn't hear the old man say things like the taste was wrong. But gradually he noticed that the old man started leaving food uneaten, unlike when the chef cooked it, the old man would always finish it."

"One day, the old man left some food behind and left. So he chased after him and asked if he had done something wrong recently."

As the car finished sharing this, it suddenly chuckled, "Little Star, guess what happened?"

Tang Xiaoxing, who was listening intently, paused for a moment and subconsciously said, "Because, because..."

Xiao Che: "Because this uncle is a regular customer of the store, my dad thought of cutting more vegetables and serving him more rice."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Ah! I see!"

Xiao Che smiled and said, "But Xiao Xing, your problem, in my opinion, might be: are you ready?"

To be honest, Xiao Che's question completely silenced Tang Xiaoxing.

Yes, am I ready?
Tang Xiaoxing couldn't help but wonder to himself, if he didn't go abroad, what kind of explosive state should he be in to prepare for the competition in China?
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After having a good meal, Li An returned to the hotel where they were staying with Hai Tao and the others, and he checked in at the front desk.

He and Tang Jingren had already agreed that they didn't need to leave the door open for him tonight.

"Brother An, are you coming with us to watch the flag-raising ceremony tomorrow?"

"I didn't make an appointment. If you want to go see it, go to bed early."

It's clear that Ang Lee doesn't want the hassle of making an appointment; he's been exhausted these past few days.

"Good night."

Good night.

Upon arriving at the room, Ang Lee sent Chen Xuan a text message, threw his phone onto the bed, and then went into the bathroom.

He was taking a shower when a message from Lin Youyou arrived.