Chapter 291 The taste of mother's love is a bit turbulent
Mrs. Lin went to the kitchen again.
The kitchen is fully stocked with pots, pans, and condiments, and it looks like someone who cooks frequently.
She opened the refrigerator and took another look.
There are very few ingredients in the refrigerator. There are only a few eggs, a handful of spring onions, a pack of noodles and a bottle of Lao Ganma in the refrigerator. There is only a palm-sized tenderloin and a piece of hind leg meat with even fat in the freezer.
"..."
Mrs. Lin began to feel uncomfortable again.
It's obvious.
In the past five years, out of her sight, her Lucky learned to cook, but due to financial constraints, the ingredients in the refrigerator were pitifully simple.
"Mom, it's getting late. You should go back to my brother and rest early."
An Qi quickly cleared away the leftovers on the dining table and put the dishes and chopsticks into the sink. She rushed her hands and saw Mrs. Lin still standing there motionless. An Qi walked over to her and put her arms around her shoulders.
, "I can take care of myself."
"..."
Mrs. Lin immediately made a decision, "Mom won't leave today."
"ah?"
"Why, you're not welcome."
"No, no..."
"No, that's fine." Mrs. Lin interrupted her, walked out of the kitchen and said to Lin Zheng, "You go home, Mom will stay at Lucky's place today."
"Mom, my place is too shabby..."
"If you can live there, so can mom." Mrs. Lin held her hand and said with a smile, "Moreover, mom was not Mrs. Lin from birth. When she was young, she and your dad started a business and lived in a rented house.
After eating instant noodles for a long time, my mother is not as squeamish as you think."
"But……"
"No, mom hasn't seen you for a long time. I have a lot to say to you. I just saw that the bed in your room is 1.8 meters wide, which is enough for us, mother and daughter, to sleep on."
"..."
An Qi had no reason to refuse.
Or, subconsciously, she didn't want to refuse at all. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she and her mother had been lying on the same bed chatting.
Mrs. Lin stayed.
She drove Lin Zheng back.
Seeing this scene, Feng Jiuci also said goodbye politely and with great discernment.
…
After the two left.
Mrs. Lin put on her apron and went to the sink to wash dishes.
Under the light.
She had exquisite makeup and a luxury suit, which was incompatible with her small and simple kitchen. An Qi immediately walked over and said, "Mom, just put it there and I will wash it."
"Don't argue with me."
Mrs. Lin had foam on her hands and pushed An Qi away with her shoulders. She lowered her eyes and said, "Forget it when mom wasn't around you in the past. As long as mom is here in the future, you don't need to do these things."
"Mom, it's okay, really, I'm used to it."
Mrs. Lin paused her hands and said without raising her head, "Then you have to get used to these things in the future."
"..."
Angel's nose is a little sore.
She hugged Mrs. Lin from behind and rested her chin on her shoulder. Her mother was very thin, but she leaned on her like this, but she had the illusion that she would not fall no matter how much she relied on her.
"Mom, why are you so nice..."
"Silly, Mom, it's just you kids. If I don't do good to you, who will be good to you?"
But.
She is not her child.
An Qi once again envied Lin Jiayi. Such a good mother, why isn't it hers?
"Are you hungry?"
An Qi sniffed, "Hungry."
"It's been a long time since I've eaten mom's food. Mom will cook noodles for you."
"Well?"
An Qi was a little surprised, "Mom, can you cook?"
"Of course. It's because the conditions improved later and I didn't want to do it anymore, so I stopped doing it. When you were a child, your mother made you Coca-Cola chicken wings, did you forget?"
Forgot!
In my memory, my mother has never been in the kitchen.
"Waiting for mom to show you her skills."
"good."
Twenty minutes later.
Mrs. Lin looked at the cooked noodles in the pot, and the corners of her mouth twitched fiercely.
Who will tell her.
She was just afraid that the noodles would not be cooked enough, so she cooked them for a while longer. Why did it happen like this!
An Qi, who was standing next to her, saw her frozen there and comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay. This kind of overcooked noodles just doesn't look good, but it should taste good."
I can't hold it with chopsticks at all.
Mrs. Lin put down her chopsticks and scooped some out with a spoon to taste, "It's bland."
"It's okay, just add some salt to taste."
right!
Mrs. Lin poured some more salt, stirred it for a while and took a taste. The next second, her facial features wrinkled and she spit the noodles in her mouth into the trash can without any hesitation.
"Ah, it's so salty."
"..."
An Qi tasted it silently, and then swallowed the noodles "full of maternal love".
Hmm...
The taste of maternal love is a bit strong.
"Don't eat it, don't eat it, what if you get poisoned?"
"No, at least drink a few more glasses of water at night."
"No, no, this is definitely not edible." Mrs. Lin dumped the pot of noodles into the trash can. She washed the pot and then looked dejected, "It's been too long since I've cooked. Mom can't even cook now."
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An Qi smiled and pushed her out of the kitchen, pushing her to sit down on the chair, "You can just sit here peacefully and leave the rest to me. I know how to cook and can cook it for mom."
"..."
Mrs. Lin was even more frustrated.
She watched An Qi enter the kitchen, cutting the meat quickly with her hands and feet. After frying the shredded pork, she boiled water, cooked the noodles, then put the shredded pork in, beat two poached eggs, and blanched a few green vegetables.
, after the noodles were out of the pot, she chopped some green onions and put them in.
The whole process takes less than twenty minutes.
Mrs. Lin's nose felt sore and her eyes felt hot.
"alright."
After she was done, An Qi put two bowls of noodles on the dining table. She put the chopsticks into Mrs. Lin's hand, her eyes bright, "Mom hasn't eaten the rice I cooked yet, give it a try."
Mrs. Lin endured her sadness and took a bite to save her face.
Noodles chewy.
The shredded pork is chewy.
The saltiness is just right.
"How's it going? Is it okay?"
"tasty!"
An Qi immediately beamed, "If it tastes good, eat more."
"Um."
Mrs. Lin lowered her head.
The hot air rushed into her eyes, and her eyes were also covered with a layer of mist. She was afraid that An Qi would be sad, so she blinked hard to blink away the water stains from her eyes.
…
The other side.
When Lin Zheng returned home, his father Lin Yuhai had already got off work and was sitting on the sofa in the living room with Lin Jiayi watching TV. Lin Yuhai was a businessman in his fifties. His hair was a little thin because he was busy all year round, and also because he was socializing all the time.
, his body has gained weight, and his shirt can barely cover his beer belly.
He has a good temper and is always cheerful, so he looks like a happy Maitreya Buddha.
Hearing the movement, Lin Yuhai immediately turned his head.
Seeing that Lin Zheng was alone, he smiled and said, "Where is your mother?"
"My mother won't be back today."
"Not coming back?"
Lin Yuhai suddenly became anxious and immediately stood up from the sofa, "I didn't quarrel with her. Why didn't she go home? Brat, did you make your mother angry? No wonder she didn't know how to call her today.
No answer."
"..."
Lin Zheng was speechless.
He glanced at Lin Jiayi and said seriously, "Dad, I have something very important to tell you."
On the sofa.
Lin Jiayi, who caught Lin Zheng's eyes, suddenly had a bad premonition.