Food: Taking the twins to kindergarten to be chefs

"Pengpeng, go wash your hands, we can have dinner soon..."

Lin Weilin called out affectionately, and at the same time, he and Qu Qing worked together to place the delicious dishes one by one on the table.

For a while…

The whole restaurant was filled with the faint aroma of food.

Lin Yipeng washed his hands, his eyes revealed a maturity and understanding beyond his age, and he took the initiative to ask: "Dad, Mom, let me help you..."

"Look, our Pengpeng has really grown up. He has begun to understand the hard work of his parents and has taken the initiative to offer help. This change is so gratifying."

Lin Weilin was filled with emotion. He smiled at Qu Qing, with a gleam of relief in his eyes, as if he would be moved to tears by this happiness in the next second.

Qu Qing's eyes were slightly red, but she had a gentle smile on her lips. She said softly to Lin Yipeng, "Good boy, then you will be responsible for setting the table. Mom believes you can do a good job."

"Mmmmm~"

Lin Yipeng nodded his little head vigorously and straightened his little chest even more.

He took the dishes and chopsticks handed to him by Qu Qing, ran to the dining table with firm steps, and set them aside carefully.

Then...

The family of three sat down at the dining table in an orderly manner.

Although the table tonight is filled with all kinds of delicious food.

But in the minds of the three of them, all of this is just a foil.

The real focus is the insulated box that Lin Yipeng carefully brought back from kindergarten.

Originally!
The couple planned to unveil the mystery of the thermos box and taste the delicious pan-fried dumplings inside before starting the meal.

But in a flash, they realized that life should be full of rituals and every moment deserves to be given special meaning.

So...

They resolutely decided that in order to make this meal more memorable and full of ritual, they suppressed their curiosity and desire for the pan-fried dumplings. They kept their desire to see their "true appearance" and taste their flavors in the dark. Until this moment, they slowly opened the lid of the insulated box, and the long-awaited delicacy was finally about to be presented to everyone...

"Come, let's see the treasure Pengpeng brought back."

Lin Weilin rubbed his hands, his eyes full of excitement and anticipation, and watched intently the moment his wife slowly opened the insulated box.

In an instant…

An enticing aroma wafts into your nose, and what comes into view is a row of golden pan-fried dumplings with crispy dough on top. They are arranged in an orderly manner, and at first glance, they really whet your appetite.

But when you look closely...

The expressions of the couple changed quietly. A hint of doubt and confusion appeared between their brows involuntarily, and their originally overflowing smiles froze in an instant.

If Peng Peng hadn't mentioned it beforehand, they would hardly believe that these creatures with different shapes, long bodies, short legs and no heads were actually the legendary pan-fried dumplings...

Lin Weilin: “╮(o)╭”

Qu Qing: “┐(o)┌”

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment...

The peculiar appearance of these "works" completely overturned their understanding of pan-fried dumplings...

Lin Weilin raised his hand and stroked his forehead with a hint of helplessness, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hey, the color of this pan-fried dish is really amazing, golden and attractive, but the shape...haha, everyone has their own unique style, it's really eclectic, it makes people laugh."

Noticing the subtle changes in his parents' expressions, especially his father's slightly bitter smile, Lin Yipeng explained shyly: "Dad, Mom, I originally wanted to give the pan-fried buns a cool Ultraman shape, but I didn't know what happened when I was making them. But don't worry, these pan-fried buns are absolutely delicious, I'm not lying to you..."

Qu Qing feels that her son’s spirit of experimentation is worth encouraging, and he should not be discouraged because of his imperfect appearance.

She then lightly kicked Lin Weilin under the table, signaling him not to laugh at her son so as not to hurt the child's self-esteem.

She encouraged gently: "Mom knows that our Pengpeng has always had a rich imagination. Although it didn't meet my expectations this time, the important thing is that you dared to try. You will definitely do better next time."

"Yes!" Lin Yipeng nodded vigorously, and then suggested with expectation: "Dad, Mom, you should try the pan-fried buns made by Pengpeng..."

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to take out a pan-fried bun from the insulated box and handed it to Qu Qing respectfully with both hands, "Mom, please eat first!"

"Thank you Pengpeng! Pengpeng is so sensible..."

Qu Qing was stunned for a moment, then a happy smile spread across her face and she gently took the pan-fried buns.

Just for her son's filial piety, she would finish all the pan-fried dumplings even if they were ugly and tasted bad.

"Hee hee~"

Lin Yipeng smiled brightly at her, then took out a pan-fried bun from the insulated box and gently placed it in Lin Weilin's palm: "Dad, this is for you!"

"Okay, dear son, that's very thoughtful. Thank you~"

Lin Weilin took it with a smile, but when his eyes touched the uniquely shaped pan-fried bun in his hand, which could almost be called a "creative work", his heart couldn't help but ripple again. A trace of hesitation quietly crept into his mind, making him feel unprecedented hesitancy about this first bite.

But when he looked up and saw his son's innocent face full of expectation, staring at him closely, he turned around and saw his wife Qu Qing had already elegantly raised her pan-fried buns, ready to savor them carefully...

He secretly praised his wife's courage and gradually felt relieved: It's just a pan-fried bun, what's the big deal! The taste may not be satisfactory, but this thoughtfulness from his son is priceless. At most, it is just a little challenge to the taste buds, so what?
Anyway, it won’t kill anyone…

"Then I'll try my Peng Peng's cooking."

He made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and put the fried bun in his hand into his mouth with a hint of anticipation.

Take the first bite...

The golden and crispy crust instantly made a slight crunching sound in the mouth, and the pure wheat aroma of flour and the mellow and delicious pork were intertwined. Then, a delicate scent of green onion and the freshness of vermicelli quietly emerged, coupled with the tempting burnt aroma at the bottom, layer by layer, awakening all his taste buds.

His eyes lit up, and a feeling of surprise surged into his heart like a tide, and he blurted out: "Hey, the taste of this pan-fried bun is unexpectedly good! Not bad, not bad, really good..."

Qu Qing, whose eyes were also sparkling with amazement, nodded after hearing her husband's praise: "Yes, although the buns don't look very good, the fillings and crispy dough are really fragrant and delicious!"

The two smiled at each other, and then asked the same question at the same time: "Are these really the pan-fried dumplings made by our precious son?"

Seeing his parents' surprised and unbelievable expressions, Lin Yipeng raised his little face and shouted proudly: "Of course, I made these pan-fried dumplings by myself. If you don't believe me, you can ask Teacher Yang! Moreover, in order to prevent my pan-fried dumplings from being replaced, I specially marked them. Look at the side, isn't there a number 1... "Hearing this, Lin Weilin and Qu Qing hurriedly lowered their heads to look closely at the pan-fried dumplings in their hands, looking for clues.

You don't know until you look for it, and it really is there when you look for it.

There is a small, crooked "1" mark on the side of each pan-fried bun!
This is not only Lin Yipeng's mark, but also a proof of his small craftsmanship.

therefore.

Faced with this irrefutable evidence, Qu Qing and Lin Weilin's confusion and surprise were instantly replaced by full pride.

"Wow, Pengpeng, you are so awesome! It's amazing that you can make such delicious food at such a young age!" Lin Weilin exclaimed sincerely.

Qu Qing also smiled from ear to ear: "It seems that our Pengpeng has become a little chef. With this skill, he will be able to be independent in the future."

When Lin Yipeng heard his parents' praise, his smile became even brighter, and he proudly promised: "Dad, Mom, when I learn more dishes from Qingqing's father in the future, I will make delicious food for you every day!"

"Okay, you're such a good boy! Mom will reward you with a pan-fried bun first!"

As Qu Qing spoke, she took out a pan-fried bun from the thermal box and handed it to Lin Yipeng.

Lin Weilin also said the same thing: "Come, Dad will also reward you with a pan-fried bun..."

Lin Yipeng smiled happily: "Thank you, Dad and Mom, you guys eat too..."

"Okay, let's eat together!"

The family of three was immersed in this rare warmth. Each pan-fried bun was filled with love and happiness, warming each other's hearts.

Unfortunately, happy times always pass quickly. Although the ugly, strange and small pan-fried dumplings in the thermos box seemed to be numerous, they were actually gone in a flash. They were only enough for a quick taste and could not satisfy the taste buds of Lin Weilin and his wife.

Not satisfying enough!
The couple looked at each other, and saw each other's thoughts from each other's eyes.

Lin Weilin raised his eyebrows at Qu Qing, motioning her to speak.

Qu Qing understood what Lin Weilin meant and responded to his hint with a playful roll of the eyes. Then she turned to her son Lin Yipeng tenderly, with a gentle smile on her face, and said softly, "Pengpeng, the pan-fried buns you made taste really good, but these are not enough to satisfy mom and dad! How about you show off your skills to mom and dad and make a few more for us to taste, okay?"

Lin Weilin also joined in the lobbying with a smile: "Yes, yes, Pengpeng, Dad also wants to try your delicious pan-fried buns again, why don't you make some more so that Mom and Dad can have enough at once, how about that?"

Lin Yipeng swallowed the last bite of the pan-fried bun with pride. His little belly was already full and he didn't have much desire to eat more pan-fried buns.

Moreover, his mind had already flown to the cartoon that was about to be played.

In order not to delay watching cartoons, he suddenly had an idea and instantly turned into a little drama queen. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his arm. A bit of fatigue appeared on his face. He pretended to be wronged and said: "Oh, Dad, Mom, I'm really a little tired, and my arms feel sore... You see, I need to take a break, or I'll do it for you next time..."

While speaking, he kept glancing at the TV.

Lin Weilin, who saw through Peng Peng’s trick: “(╬◣д◢)”

This brat seems to be itching for trouble...

You actually performed it in front of me...

He suddenly felt a dull pain in his unicorn arm, and he wished he could immediately pull out his seven wolves to teach Peng Peng a lesson.

So that this little guy knows the consequences of deceiving me.

But then I thought about it...

If I let my son get hurt because of a momentary impulse, wouldn't he not be able to eat the delicious pan-fried dumplings tonight?
So he suppressed the anger in his heart and didn't lose his temper.

Qu Qing: "..."

Do not!
You are not tired, and your hands are not sore...

Logically speaking, as a mother, you should feel distressed when your son complains about being tired and having sore hands, but for the sake of your own appetite, you can throw away both...

The main principle is "don't let your children suffer, but don't let yourself suffer"...

She coaxed him, "Pengpeng, you just said that you would make delicious food for me every day. Why are you saying you're tired when I ask you to make some pan-fried dumplings? How can I believe you?"

Lin Weilin, who had adjusted his mood, also chimed in: "Yes, son, a real man should keep his word. He should not back down because of a small difficulty, and he should not go back on his word... Besides, now is the best time for you to prove your cooking skills."

Lin Yipeng: "(▼ヘ▼#)"

He crossed his arms over his chest, glanced away unhappily, and asked dissatisfiedly: "Dad, what do you mean? You still don't believe me, right?"

Lin Weilin shook his hands repeatedly and coaxed: "Pengpeng, Daddy doesn't disbelieve you, Daddy just wants to eat the pan-fried buns you made again~"

Qu Qing also joined in the coaxing, frowning slightly, pretending to be pitiful and said: "Yes! Mom also wants to eat the pan-fried buns made by Peng Peng. Look, there are only two pan-fried buns, and Mom is not full at all~"

He raised his chin, looking like a little adult: "Dad, Mom, look, there are still a lot of dishes on the table! There is also rice in the pot. If you are not full, you can eat rice and vegetables..."

Qu Qing and Lin Weilin looked at each other and were amused by their son's wit and logic.

By the way, when did this little guy become smart?

This is a very well-written statement, and the key is that it makes sense, leaving you speechless~
Seeing this, Qu Qing had no choice but to show her "trump card". She pretended to be aggrieved and said: "Oh, son, mom only has such a small wish, which is to eat the pan-fried buns you made by yourself. Why don't you satisfy mom? You also find all kinds of excuses to shirk, which makes mom so sad... wuwuwu... mom took a lot of effort and risked her life to bring you into this world, and raised you up with a lot of hard work..."

As she spoke, she wiped the non-existent tears from her eyes.

Lin Weilin also cooperated with him, looking distressed, and pounded his chest: "Yes, son, you really make Dad very sad. Dad still remembers what you said just now. Now it seems that you are not going to fulfill your promise?"

Lin Yipeng was stunned for a moment, and quickly surrendered helplessly: "Okay, okay, Dad and Mom, don't be sad, I'll go make you a few more pan-fried buns, okay? Don't be sad, I'll go to the kitchen now!"

As he said that, he climbed down from the dining table and ran towards the kitchen...

Hey…

If you have a kindergarten diploma, you won't be tricked by your parents.

I can only say that the longest road the little one has walked is the routine of his parents...

Lin Weilin and Qu Qing looked at Peng Peng's small back, both of them smiled with a look of success, and at the same time they hurried over to help... (End of this chapter)