I was approached by a cat-eared girl.

I was trying to get him to pee, but he kept urinating next to me.

"Are you hungry? I'll go downstairs and buy some food to bring back. What do you want to eat?" Chen Shuo put her back on the bed, changed his clothes while talking, and put his phone in his pocket. "Pick something light and nutritious."

"I want to drink soup."

"Soup?" Chen Shuo began searching his memory for a place that sold soup. After thinking for a while, he took out his phone and searched on the navigation. There was a clay pot soup shop on the food street six kilometers away.

"Okay, I'll go buy it for you right now. What kind of soup would you like?"

"I want to drink winter melon meatball soup."

“Okay, I’ll go out and buy some.” Chen Shuo was about to leave when Bai Xiaoqi tugged at his sleeve. “I want to drink what I made myself, not what I bought.”

“…”

Chen Shuo hesitated for a moment and then suggested, "Why don't you try something else? You'd better stay in bed and rest right now, or I can do it for you?"

"You don't know how to do it."

"But I can learn."

After saying that, Chen Shuo turned around and went to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and saw that there was no winter melon, but there was meat, though it was lean meat. He remembered that he should use pork belly.

After checking him over, he went over and opened the bedroom door. "I'm going out to buy some groceries. You stay still and don't move, understand?"

"heard it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Shuo turned around and went downstairs to buy groceries.

"Meow meow meow...."

Hearing the commotion in the living room, Walnut hurriedly ran down from the rooftop with her chubby legs, but unfortunately, she was a step too late.

Seeing the closed door, it let out a resentful cry, "Meow!"

Bai Xiaoqi was lying on the bed playing on her phone when the cat ears on her head suddenly twitched twice. She turned her head to look towards the door, got out of bed and was about to go out when she remembered something. She turned around, opened the wardrobe, and took out a clean pair of underwear.

Halfway through putting on her underwear, she accidentally aggravated a sore spot, causing her to wince in pain. She endured the pain and finished putting on her underwear before letting down the hem of her nightgown. Then, she staggered out the door in her slippers.

As soon as she came out, Walnut immediately ran over and nuzzled and rubbed against her.

"Meow?"

"Meow...."

"Meow..."

"Meow."

After a brief exchange, Bai Xiaoqi took small steps to the balcony, pulled out a bag of cat food, scooped a large bowl of cat food for Walnut, and poured a bowl of water.

When Chen Shuo returned from grocery shopping, he saw Bai Xiaoqi hugging a teddy bear and leaning on the sofa watching a movie using a projector.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in bed? Why did you come out?"

"Walnut has been hungry all day, and you haven't fed it. If I don't come out and feed it soon, it will starve to death." Bai Xiaoqi pointed to Walnut, who was happily eating on the balcony.

"I was thinking at noon... never mind, I forgot." Chen Shuo gave up explaining and shook the bag in his hand. "I bought the meat and winter melon. What should I do first?"

"First, wash the meat clean, then chop it into minced meat, chop it into very small pieces."

"clear."

Chopping the filling was not difficult. Chen Shuo was quite confident. He took out the pork belly and washed it carefully. The owner had already removed the skin for him. Then he picked up the knife and started chopping.

Because it was an open kitchen, Bai Xiaoqi could see him busy at work as soon as she turned around. She reminded him, "I forgot to tell you earlier, you should slice it into pieces first when you're chopping, so it's easier to chop that way."

"No need, just you wait and see."

Chen Shuo, with his legs crossed and knife in hand, began chopping meat with practiced ease.

After chopping for a while, he felt that he should slice it first. With his efforts, the pork belly was no longer recognizable, but it was not minced into filling either, and there were meat scraps everywhere on the cutting board.

Chen Shuo sheathed his knife and stood up. His hands were definitely sore, but his legs were even more so. The cabinets and cutting boards were all custom-made for Xiao A Miao's height and were not suitable for his size at all.

He sighed and then noticed the blender on the other cabinet. "Can I use the blender?"

"No, that blender is for making juice."

"How long will it take to chop all that?"

"Who told you not to listen to me? I told you to slice it first, but you wouldn't."

"..." Chen Shuo looked at the pork belly; how could he slice it in such a mushy state?

“I can chop it into filling even without slicing it.”

"Then go ahead and chop it up."

Bai Xiaoqi stopped paying attention to him, turned her head and hugged the big bear to continue watching the movie. This guy was as stubborn as a donkey, refusing to listen to Ah Miao's advice, and now he was suffering the consequences.

Chapter 267

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of chopping and scraps of meat flying everywhere. After an hour of work, Chef Chen finally finished chopping the filling.

Looking at the minced meat he had chopped, Chen Shuo rubbed his slightly sore arms, then picked up the entire cutting board and ran out excitedly to show Bai Xiaoqi, boasting, "Look, didn't I chop it pretty well?"

"Excellent."

Although it doesn't look very appealing, at least it's chopped very finely, making it a decent minced meat.

"Really?"

"Really, don't lie to you."

Bai Xiaoqi reached out and pinched off the bits of meat from his face and collar. "Look at you, your face is covered in meat filling, and your clothes are too."

"That's not important. What's the next step?"

"For the filling, there's a big glass bowl in the cupboard. Put all the minced meat into that bowl, then add a spoonful of salt and some chopped scallions. There are some leftover chopped scallions in the fridge from yesterday, so adding them all should be enough. Put it in a small pink bowl, wrapped in plastic wrap, and you can see it as soon as you open the fridge."

After saying that, Bai Xiaoqi continued, counting on her fingers, "Add salt and chopped scallions, then soy sauce, light soy sauce, not dark soy sauce, a little chicken bouillon, a pinch of pepper, then cornstarch, and then crack an egg on top. Finally, stir in one direction with chopsticks."

"The process is so complicated?" Chen Shuo was a little confused. A spoonful of salt was at least a unit of measurement, but what were the rest? What was "a little bit"? What was the difference between that and "a little bit"?

"Yes, that's how my aunt taught me back then."

"Your mom taught you how to make meatball soup?" Chen Shuo was taken aback. "You should have said so earlier. I could have just called her and asked her to make you a pot, and then I could have gone over to pick it up."

"You're so lazy," Bai Xiaoqi said with disdain. He had only learned to cook one meal and already found it troublesome. He wasn't like this when he first learned to cook.

“It’s not laziness. Since my mom taught you how to make meatball soup, it means that the two of you must make it taste the same. She can definitely make it faster and tastier than me.”

"Come here."

Although his reasoning was sound, Bai Xiaoqi still felt that he was just making excuses. However, she didn't call him out on it. Instead, she beckoned to Chen Shuo, signaling him to come closer.

"what?"

Chen Shuo leaned closer, somewhat puzzled. Bai Xiaoqi first gave him a hard kiss on the cheek, then whispered in his ear, "I want to eat what you made now."

"..."

The warm, soft breath on his ear made Chen Shuo feel as if he had been electrocuted. Suddenly, he was full of energy. He stood up straight and waved his hand, "You're getting your husband's meatball soup today. No one can change that, not even Jesus. I'm telling you."

Seeing his excited expression, Bai Xiaoqi blushed for no reason. "Husband-brand meatball soup," he said. They weren't even married yet, and he called him "husband" so naturally. This guy had no shame at all.

He really is a vile and wicked person.

"Okay, honey, go make the filling. Just wait and eat."

Chen Shuo pinched her slightly flushed cheeks, then leaned over and kissed her before excitedly carrying the cutting board back to the kitchen.

As mentioned before, first find the large glass bowl in the cupboard, pour all the minced meat into it, then add a spoonful of salt and the leftover chopped scallions from yesterday, and then...

To be honest, he didn't quite remember the ingredients Bai Xiaoqi mentioned earlier: salt, chopped green onions, and oh right, eggs.

How do you crack an egg again?

Is this how you do it?

Chen Shuo looked at the egg he had just taken out of the refrigerator, his expression hesitant. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, he gently tapped it against the edge of the bowl; it didn't break.

I tried hitting it again with more force, but it still didn't break.

Give it a little more effort...

"Holy crap, it spilled! It spilled!"

He used too much force, and the eggs all cracked open. The egg liquid spilled all over the table along the edge of the bowl. Chen Shuo instinctively tried to catch it with his hand, but ended up wiping his hand as well.

"What's spilled?" Hearing Chen Shuo's exclamation from the kitchen, Bai Xiaoqi quickly turned her head to look, but due to the angle and distance, she couldn't see clearly.

"No, no, I was just making things up."

Chen Shuo felt a little embarrassed that he couldn't even crack an egg properly. He didn't dare to say anything, so he wiped the egg liquid off with kitchen paper, washed his hands in the sink, and then took a new egg out of the refrigerator.

He felt that the reason he hadn't succeeded was simply because he was preoccupied with Little Meow.

The saying goes, "If you have no woman in your heart, then beating eggs will naturally be divine."

On the first page of the recipe, forget your beloved.

The cute and silly little cat only slows me down the speed at which I beat eggs.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Shuo cracked the egg on the edge of the bowl. This time it was a success; the egg only cracked slightly. He used both hands to gently break it open, and the egg liquid fell perfectly onto the minced meat. Although some eggshell got mixed in, he could easily pick it out with chopsticks.

It's perfect.

Chen Shuo called out to the living room, "Qiqi, I've put in the salt and chopped scallions, and cracked the eggs in too. Is one spoonful of salt enough?"

"enough."

"And then what? And then what?"

"Light soy sauce, chicken bouillon, starch..."

"Stop, stop, stop. Say them one by one. Soy sauce, right?" Chen Shuo looked around. Oh, here it is.

He took the light soy sauce in his hand, confirmed that it was indeed light soy sauce, and then asked the living room, "How much light soy sauce should I pour?"

"a little."

"...Can you give me a definite answer? How am I supposed to know how much this is? You know you're putting me in a difficult position."

"It's just, it's just..." Bai Xiaoqi opened her mouth but hesitated for a moment. How was she supposed to answer this question? She had put these things in by feel.