The food market wasnât dirty, but it had a smell, so Ruan Xia quickly finished her grocery shopping and went home. It was still early. Little Wang had lunch in kindergarten with his friends. Song Tingshen seldom came home to eat dinner during this period, but she still sent him a message on WeChat to ask if he would come home for dinner. After getting an affirmative answer, Ruan Xia concentrated on studying recipes.
She had lived alone after graduating college. When she wasnât in the mood to eat takeout, she would cook simple dishes for herself, so she had experience cooking. She had settled on tonightâs menu. It included Little Wangâs favorite coca, cola chicken wings, Song Tingshenâs favorite, braised pork ribs, sour and spicy shredded potatoes, and mushrooms and bak choy. There was meat and vegetables. It was a very nutritionally balanced menu.
These four dishes werenât difficult to cook, and Ruan Xia began carefully preparing them at 4PM.
By the time Ruan Xia finished shredding two potatoes, she almost couldnât keep her back straight. Cooking wasnât as simple as she thoughtâ¦
Fortunately, although she was a novice in the kitchen, she wasnât completely clueless. She strictly followed the recipes and tasted the food she made. They werenât bad. Although it wasnât up to the cooking level of the housekeeper aunty, it was good enough.
Ruan Xia was immediately full of confidence. As long as she practiced hard, her cooking skill would naturally get better with time. If she wasnât too busy with her future job, it wouldnât be a problem for her to cook dinner each night.
She wasnât scared of living such a life. She was an ordinary person to begin with. Even if there were trials in the future, she would be able to calmly face them as long as she was with Song Tingshen and Little Wang.
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When Little Wang and Song Tingshen returned home, dinner was ready. Ruan Xia also specially took out fruit from the refrigerator to show off her skills by making a fruit plate after dinner. With tonightâs dinner, she would prove that she could take of Song Tingshen and Little Wang very well. They didnât need to employ a housekeeper aunty.
Song Tingshen and Little Wang looked at the four dishes on the table. They were incredulous.
Little Wang asked, âWow, Mom, did you make all of this?â
Ruan Xia was still wearing an apron. She proudly raised her small chin. âYes, your mom made all of this! Go wash your hands and get ready to eat.â
Song Tingshen glanced at Ruan Xia in surprise. He didnât say anything and led Little Wang to the bathroom to wash their hands.
He didnât forget to tell Little Wang, âEven if dinner tastes bad, we still have to eat it. You canât say Momâs food tastes bad. Understand?â
It wasnât that Song Tingshen didnât believe in Ruan Xia. The noodles she cooked tasted very good, but when he thought about it carefully, cooking noodles didnât require much skill. Cooking dishes was different. Moreover, the dishes she made today require more skills.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Children didnât know they had to be tactful. Song Tingshen didnât want Little Wangâs reaction to the food to hurt Ruan Xiaâs feelings. Thus, he exhorted earnestly that Little Wang had to pretend the food tasted delicious even if it didnât.
Little Wang was only a child and only looked forward to eating the food his mom made. He urged Song Tingshen, âDad, hurry up! I want to eat Momâs cooking.â
Song Tingshen sighed. âDid you listen to what Dad said? If you upset Mom, youâll have to bear the consequences of that on your own.â