Song Ni picked up the knife high and then cut it down very neatly. The sound of the knife hitting the chopping board was very crisp.

Hearing this movement, Mrs. Song on the other end of the phone was shocked.

"Oh, baby, you have to be careful and don't scare mom!"

Song Ni looked at her work with great satisfaction and took off her phone from the stand. The picture was panicked for a few moments, and Mrs. Song finally saw the situation on the chopping board.

I saw the piece of ginger that was cut in half from the middle and was silent for a long time. Cut it like this...it's fine, but it will be even more difficult to cut it into pieces and shred it later.

"Baby, you..."

Mrs. Song hesitated for a while, and finally said something against her will.

"not bad."

As a mother, you can't discourage your daughter when she wants to try to learn to cook.

Song Ni is very good at observing words and expressions, and is very familiar with her mother. Mrs. Song's reaction is not very like praise.

Tsk, isn't this possible? It's so simple and neat.

Half a minute later, Song Ni regretted it.

Sure enough, the steps that the seniors have figured out make sense. Cutting ginger shreds is not very complicated, so the steps and procedures are low in variability.

The cutting method she just now was indeed convenient for the first step, but it increased the difficulty for the subsequent steps.

Song Ni pursed her lips and finally put down the knife.

"Mom, can't I just put it in like this?"

Anyway, as long as it tastes like ginger, isn’t it okay? Then, will she throw the ginger cubes in and cook for a while and make it tastes like it?

Mrs. Song is a person who pays great attention to cooking. She not only needs to cook deliciously, but also needs to be beautiful. She will not leave any works that are both colorful, fragrant and delicious.

She felt very uncomfortable when she heard Song Ni have such thoughts, but what was even more uncomfortable was that she could not stop Song Ni, and even had to agree and give encouragement.

From another perspective, it would be great if her Nini had the idea of ​​cooking. She had to take everything slowly, and she could not learn any skills in a short time. If there was anything, it would be impossible to wait for Nini to come back from abroad and teach it carefully.

Besides...Since Song Ni's attitude of cutting things just now, Mrs. Song was really afraid that Song Ni would kill Ang to her hands.

So the very particular Mrs. Song finally compromised.

"Then you just put it in like this, but remember to take it out after cooking."

Otherwise it will be too ugly.

Song Ni made some preparations for the subsequent materials and then made some sloppy preparations.

After this, the most tiring thing was not Song Ni, but Mrs. Song who wanted to teach Song Ni and then constantly compromise.

Realizing that his mother's patience had reached its limit, Song Ni hung up the phone in order to maintain a close relationship between mother and daughter.

Next, you just need to wait until it is cooked and then it is under.

It was not yet dawn, but I had just finished the ingredients and put them in and started cooking. It was already light.

Tan Zheng, who had been staying in the study, finally walked out. After hearing the movement in the kitchen, he raised his legs and changed direction.

The aunt they invited did not come to make breakfast.

When he saw Song Ni busy in the kitchen, Tan Zheng's tired mood suddenly relieved a lot.

Song Ni does not know how to cook, and she can even be called a kitchen killer. Such a large countertop was messed up by her. She obviously only cooked a soup, but she was in a hurry.

But even so, Tan Zheng still watched with relish. His frown was completely relaxed because of Song Ni because of his exhaustion all night.

Perhaps in a new field, Song Ni was not so easy to read and kept muttering words.

"Why has my fish soup not been boiled white yet?"

"When will this ginger be taken out?"

"Is this fire so big? Will the Gudu Gudu water disappear?"

"How big is two spoons of salt?"

"Do you put the noodles in and cook them directly or do you need to have a new pot?"

Every time she said something, Song Ni's brows frowned even tighter.

Cooking is really not a simple thing, but why is it that simple to do when Tan Zheng?

Song Ni sighed long and stirred it with a spoon one after another.

Seeing this, Tan Zheng couldn't help but shake his head and laugh out loud.

"If you stir this up like this, the fish will rot."

Song Ni was startled, turned around and looked at Tan Zheng leaning against the door, and raised her hand to pat her chest.

"When did you come down? There was no sound."

Song Ni kept holding a spoon when she spoke, but her water was very full, and now it was already open, looking very dangerous.

Tan Zheng stepped forward and took the spoon from Song Ni's hand.

"You're too focused."

Song Ni looked at Tan Zheng carefully and found the red bloodshot in his eyes, feeling a little distressed.

"Do you still have to go to training today?"

Tan Zheng shook his head.

"Stop for another day."

"I won't go to class today."

She wanted to go to the hospital to see Sheng Jiang again, and be relieved to make sure that he was really not seriously injured.

Tan Zheng looked down at the fish soup in the pot and chuckled.

"Why did you suddenly remember to cook?"

Song Ni felt a little embarrassed.

"Aren't this fulfilling your wife's duties? You've cooked so many meals for me, and I want to cook for you."

Tan Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and just caught the ginger block that had been cut by Song Ni.

Song Ni:...

"Ahem, this is not the first time, and it's normal for some flaws."

Hearing this, Tan Zheng chuckled, put the ginger pieces in an empty bowl, and then changed to a colander to remove another piece of ginger.

Song Ni raised her hand and touched her nose.

"Is it enough to cook the ginger flavor?"

Tan Zheng did not hit Song Ni's self-confidence.

"Yeah, indeed."

Song Ni's eyes lit up.

"Then it's been boiling for a long time now, can you drink it?"

Tan Zheng asked with a smile.

"Have you put salt?"

As he said that, Tan Zheng paused and added.

"Two spoons of this spoon or two spoons of soup spoon?"

When Song Ni heard this, she realized that Tan Zheng had heard all the thoughts she had just said.

"I put the small one."

Tan Zheng nodded.

"very nice."

Song Ni's face turned slightly red. This... can she be praised even if she puts the right salt?

"So can you drink it now?"

Tan Zheng looked at the situation in the pot and shook his head.

"Wait a little while."

After saying that, the man picked up a spoon and pressed it into the pot.

Song Ni frowned.

"Didn't you say don't smash the fish? Then what are you doing now?"

Tan Zheng crushed the fish and used a colander to remove all the residue inside.

"I didn't let you stir it up just now, but there was another way to eat the fish, but the fish had already been broken a lot, so I just smashed the fish and put the essence into the fish soup. This is another way to eat it."

Song Ni nodded as if she was ignorant. Seeing that Tan Zheng had filtered the soup, she quickly began to urge her.

"Try it quickly! This is my first time cooking!"

The man could not resist her enthusiasm and scooped a spoonful and tasted it.
Chapter completed!