Waiting until Enxi covered up Lin Cheng’s criminal evidence, the two got together and watched the little girl’s favorite "Little Penguin Pororo".
While watching TV, Lin Cheng was explaining to the little girl the details of taking the blame. Enxi listened very attentively.
After a while, the cartoon was over and Zheng Shiyan’s dinner was not yet ready. Lin Cheng and the little girl strolled closer to the kitchen.
“Sister Shiyan, are you making miso soup?”
"Um."
Zheng Shiyan responded and carefully chopped the radish in her hand.
If other dishes are semi-finished products bought in the supermarket, the miso soup is completely made by Zheng Siyan.
However, it can also be seen that her movements are not skillful, and she definitely does not have many opportunities to cook.
The little girl pulled the stove and looked at her mother's movements curiously.
Zheng Shiyan picked up a piece of radish and gave it to the little girl.
Enxi held the raw radish slices in her little hands and took two bites like a little hamster, with a satisfied look on her face.
“Is the radish cut by mom delicious?”
"tasty."
The little girl was very supportive, and Zheng Shiyan was a little happy.
Then the little girl added: "But it seems a bit thick. The radish that Sister Yan cuts should be thinner."
Zheng Shiyan lowered her eyes and said, "If you have nothing to do, go out and watch TV. Don't disturb mom from doing things."
"oh."
The little girl promised, but she just moved to Lin Cheng's feet and continued to stand on tiptoe to watch her mother cook.
Being stared at by two people, one big and one small, Zheng Shiyan felt inexplicably a little stressed.
After cutting the radish, Zheng Shiyan opened the lid of the soup pot that was being boiled and prepared to throw the radish in.
Lin Cheng raised his head and took a look: "Why don't you fish out the dried anchovies? Isn't it better to fish them out?"
Although I have never done it myself, Lin Cheng knows roughly the steps after watching Han Shuyan's operation many times.
Hearing what Lin Cheng said, Zheng Shiyan put down the radish she was holding in her hand and picked up the colander next to her, "Of course you have to pick up the anchovies, but you can actually put the radish in first."
Lin Cheng snickered, Zheng Shiyan was obviously being tough.
Taking out the dried anchovies, Zheng Shiyan was about to add radishes, but Lin Cheng spoke again: "Should we put the potatoes first? The potatoes need to be cooked longer, and the radishes should be put in later."
Zheng Shiyan paused, put down the radish, turned around and poured the cut potatoes on the side into the pot, and then prepared to put the radish in again.
Lin Cheng quickly stopped him: "No, no! You have to close the lid and cook for a while before adding the radishes, otherwise the radishes will be cooked to pieces and the potatoes will still be hard."
Enxi echoed loudly: "Potatoes are hard and not tasty. Enxi likes to eat softer ones."
Zheng Shiyan raised her eyebrows, put down the radish, and closed the lid.
Lin Cheng chuckled: "Sister Shiyan, how did you make miso soup in the past? If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. I've read that Sister Shiyan has made it many times."
Zheng Shiyan glanced at him, lowered her head and slowly chopped green onions.
On the other hand, the little girl Enxi raised her head in admiration and said: "Uncle is so awesome!"
Lin Cheng showed off proudly, "Actually, making miso soup is very simple. Make the soup first, put potatoes first, tofu last, and other ingredients in the middle. So easy."
Zheng Shiyan didn’t say anything and focused on the movements in her hands.
咚,咚,咚.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Lin Cheng felt that the sound of the blade hitting the cutting board suddenly became louder.
Add other vegetables one after another, and after the water boils, Zheng Shiyan adds doenjang and tofu.
Lin Cheng raised objection: "Why don't you add chili noodles? Chili sauce soup is super delicious with rice."
“I make miso soup without adding chili pepper.”
The little girl reminded loudly: "But last time Enxi saw that her mother had put chili pepper in it?"
Zheng Siyan’s face was expressionless: “From today on, our family’s miso soup will no longer contain chili pepper.”
Lin Cheng felt a little pity, "Oh! Sister Shiyan, there must be something wrong with your cooking. Adding chili peppers actually tastes better. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try."
"ah!"
Zheng Shiyan couldn't bear it anymore, "Lin Cheng, please stop talking. Everyone makes miso soup in a different way."
“Just leave it to my sister to do this. The two of you can just watch there quietly, or go out and watch TV.”
Seeing her mother's dissatisfaction, the little girl was so frightened that she quickly shrank back and hugged Lin Cheng's legs, revealing one eye and looking at her carefully.
Weak, pitiful and helpless.
Lin Cheng knelt down and hugged the little girl, patted her body comfortingly, turned his head and coughed dryly: "Sister Shiyan, I won't talk anymore, that..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Cheng got stuck.
Squatting down and turning his head, his angle was right in front of Zheng Shiyan's slender black stocking legs under the black hip-hugging skirt. The distance was too close, and Lin Cheng's head suddenly stopped.
Zheng Shiyan’s legs were slender and well-proportioned. Her delicate feet, wearing only black stockings, stepped on the wooden floor. The contrast between the black and the wood-colored floor was so strong that Lin Cheng couldn’t help but take a second look.
Hey! It’s April, and this complicated world is trying to disrupt Brother Cheng’s concentration again.
Lin Cheng paused for no apparent reason and quickly looked away.
“Uncle.” The little girl stretched out her little hand and poked Lin Cheng’s arm.
"Um?"
“Mom is actually not fierce, uncle, don’t be afraid.”
Seeing Lin Cheng's appearance, Enxi wanted to comfort him in turn, but thinking of her mother's behavior just now, she felt that this sentence was unconvincing.
Lin Cheng poked Enxi's little head with his forehead in a funny way, "Uncle is not afraid, Enxi will protect uncle, right?"
The little girl nodded vigorously, opened her short hands to protect Lin Cheng, and mustered up the courage to look at her mother:
“Mom, don’t be cruel to your uncle, otherwise... or else...”
After thinking about it, but not knowing how to say harsh words, the little girl hesitated and said: "Otherwise Enxi will be sad."
Lin Cheng almost laughed out loud, the little girl was so interesting.
Zheng Shiyan ignored the two drama queens, one big and one small. She turned around and scooped up a small spoonful of soup with a spoon and tasted it, frowning slightly.
“What’s wrong? Does it taste good?”
Zheng Shiyan pursed her lips and handed the spoon to Lin Cheng, "Try it."
Lin Cheng tasted it and frowned a little confused: "The taste doesn't seem so...perfect?"
Zheng Shiyan couldn't figure out what went wrong, and Zheng Shiyan was wondering if it was because of Lin Cheng's gesticulation that there was a little accident in today's miso soup.
“Mom, would you like to give Enxi a taste?”
Seeing the little girl looking at her eagerly, Zheng Shiyan put the spoon to the little girl's mouth again.
The little girl took a sip gently and narrowed her eyes with satisfaction, "It tastes good."
Lin Cheng: “???”
Zheng Siyeon: “???”
Does this little girl’s sense of taste differ from ours?
