As the noodles were served, Mo Li felt more relaxed. Today she had prepared noodles topped with beef, every time she made them, people would enjoy them. She hoped that Mo Zheng would have some appetite when he saw the delicious noodles.
After the noodles were ready, Mo Li decided to make a soup. She stirred miso into boiling water and then added diced tofu, seaweed and bonito flakes. The soup was very simple but the ingredients were all filled with nutrition.
âMiss, you could be a chef! Your cooking skills are even better than me!â Auntie Qiu praised. When she was Mo Liâs age, all she did know was to throw everything into a pot and pray for a miracle.
Mo Li shook her head humbly and said, âIâm far from being a chef. I merely picked up these skills from grandma.â For Mo Li, cooking was a hobby, it was something she used to relieve stress. Plus due to her medical background, she had a great belief in the healing property of good food.
Mo Li served 6 bowls of noodles and soups. There were still some left inside the pots.
âAuntie Qiu, youâve cooked for us daily. If you donât mind, why donât you sit down and enjoy the breakfast? Iâve cooked more than enough.â
âMiss, you treat me too well. Iâm honored to taste young missâ cooking!â Auntie Qiu laughed as she served herself a bowl of noodles.
The fragrance filled up the house and it attracted Mo Yunâs attention who was downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and saw the noodles. He was impressed. The meat, carrots, cucumbers and mushrooms were finely diced. Paired with shredded egg, it was a perfect meal to start the day.
Auntie Qiu normally prepared things like soy milks, bread, porridge for breakfast so Mo Yun instantly realized this was Mo Liâs cooking. It was confirmed when he took a sniff of the familiar smell.
âAuntie Qiu, what did you make for breakfast? It smells so delectable!â Jiang Yao came down the stairs. She came down for a glass of water but she was distracted by the fragrant smell.
Mo Yun frowned looking at the noodles on the dining table but his eyes were dancing with smiles.?Yup, they do look like Mo Liâs cooking.
When Jiang Yao saw Mo Li, she was ecstatic. She hugged her daughter. âLi Li, youâve just come home and youâve made breakfast for us. You must be so exhausted, quick, have a seat. Auntie Qiu, go and call the rest, weâre going to have breakfast together.â
âWhat is this, are they even edible?â Mo Yun stared at the noodles and couldnât help but tease Mo Li.
Mo Li rolled her eyes. She already noticed Mo Yun eyeing the noodles earlier. âI prepared noodles because the energy provided by the protein and carbs should be sufficient to last through the morning.â
Soon everyone arrived. Mo Zheng glanced at Mo Li and he realized Mo Li hadnât even looked him. Mo Zheng looked at the bowl of noodles and he didnât feel nauseous. He picked up the chopsticks.
âThe taste is okay.â Mo Yun said flatly, giving Mo Li a mild compliment. Internally though, Mo Yun was very confident in Mo Liâs cooking and he was proven right. The beef was tender, the carrots and cucumbers were crisp and refreshing, and overall the taste was light. The toppings were not greasy at all, it was a perfect breakfast.
However, as usual Mo Yun wouldnât show his approval so readily.
Mo Li resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. This brother of hers was always stingy with his compliments.
âItâs very delicious, as expected of my daughter.â Mo Yi took a big bite and exclaimed.
âItâs okay.â Mo Yun added nonchalantly but his chopsticks never stopped moving.
Jiang Yao looked at her son with a smile, âThis is just okay? Youâre getting harder and harder to please.â
Qiao Qing sat opposite Mo Zheng obediently. Hearing the praises, she chimed in, âMo Liâs cooking is really superb!â
Mo Liâs eyes swept the girl coldly. Qiao Qing didnât share a table with them initially but after Mo Li left and Mo Zheng gained anorexia, Qiao Qing was told to join the table. This was not a big deal. Jiang Yao and Mo Yi were glad that Qiao Qing could mix well with the rest of the family.
âIndeedâ¦â Mo Zheng said softly and picked up his chopsticks. The noodles didnât make his stomach turn. It even raised his appetite.
Jiang Yao was visibly happy after Mo Zheng took a few bites and didnât vomit.
âZheng Er, you should have some soup to warm your stomach.â
Mo Zheng nodded, but when he picked up the bowl of soup, he dry heaved. âCough, mom, I think Iâll just drink some waterâ¦â