The salty and bitter taste was like beating on Xiao Mian's tongue, causing her to spit out the ribs involuntarily.
"..." Zhou Mo's expression instantly became very disappointed.
Only Zong Qi, after eating the food cooked by Zhou Mo, remained calm and said: "It's your first time cooking, and it's already very good that you can do it like this."
"Really?" Zhou Mo looked at him.
"Well, really." After Zong Qi finished speaking, he picked up the water cup on the table and started to pour water.
Seeing this, Zhou Mo worried: "Did I make it too salty?"
While eating the delicious food Lu Wanwan made, Li Jingchen suggested, "Try it yourself and you'll know, right?"
Zhou Mo picked up the chopsticks, ate a piece of ribs, slowly put down the chopsticks, silently drank a whole glass of water, then picked up the plate and walked towards the trash can.
Zong Qi asked subconsciously: "Mo'er, what are you doing?"
Zhou Mo honestly said: "I'm going to throw it out, it's too unpalatable."
"It would be a pity if it fell." Zong Qi said, "Don't worry, I'll eat it."
Zhou Mo shook his head and said, "No, don't eat it. I don't want you to go to the hospital for gastric lavage."
After saying this, Zhou Mo seriously poured out the plate of spareribs he had made.
After she came back, An An comforted her: "Aunt Zhou Mo, don't be sad, you will definitely make better food next time."
Zhou Mo smiled openly at him and said, "There's nothing to be sad about. If it doesn't taste good, it just doesn't taste good. Even after I became a designer all these years, it's impossible for my work to be recognized by everyone."
Seeing that Zhou Mo really didn't care, everyone felt relieved and started to eat the dishes prepared by Lu Wanwan.
During this period, they also tried what Zhou Mo did and gave her serious suggestions for improvement, which she carefully wrote down.
Zhou Mo was both amused and distressed when he saw that Zong Qi only served her food the whole time. Did he want to silently support her with this behavior?
However, she couldn't bear to let him have a bad stomach.
So Zhou Mo leaned close to Zong Qi's ear and whispered: "Zong Qi, please eat something good."
Zong Qi turned his eyes and said to her, "What you did is not bad either."
Zhou Mo felt sweet in his heart and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Fool."
...
After eating, Zong Qi took the initiative to do the dishes, saying that it was only fair.
Lu Wanwan glanced at Zhou Mo teasingly: "Is Zong Qi really enlightened?"
Zhou Mo gave her a proud smile: "I don't even know who trained her."
While they were talking, Li Jingchen also walked into the kitchen. He and Zong Qi had a clear division of labor. He was responsible for washing Lu Wanwan's dishes, and Zong Qi was responsible for washing Zhou Mo's dishes. No one took advantage of the other.
Zhou Mo had a "see you soon" expression: "It's hard to imagine that one day I will be able to see Li Jingchen washing dishes with my own eyes..."
After Lu Wanwan smiled, she said to Zhou Mo: "Sister Mo, we have been working in the kitchen for a long time. Let's go sit in the living room for a while."
After the two of them came to the sofa and sat down, Zhou Mo said: "I said Wanwan, you should teach me how to cook more in the future. Xiaomian only tasted one of my ribs and vomited it out. What will I do in the future?"
Coax her to eat?"
When Lu Wanwan saw Zhou Mo worried, he couldn't help but said: "Learning to cook is something you can't rush into. Why don't you hire a nanny? She can take care of the housework for you at ordinary times. When you are busy at work, she can help you."