Chapter 1457 - 1476: Cooking Together
Nan Fei managed to sweet-talk Fu Xinwu into leaving without feeling the least bit guilty. She went to the local market with Jiang Yang to buy groceries and decided to cook herself. She made green vegetable dumpling noodles, a dish she used to love back home. She added egg mixture while kneading the dough, making the dumplings both fragrant and flavorful. She remembered how, during her childhood, eggs were a luxury they couldn’t afford. The eggs laid by the family’s hens were saved up and brought to the market in baskets to sell.
Although they now had money, Nan Fei often found herself reminiscing about those times.
"How’s my cooking?" Nan Fei sat at the head of the dining table, looking at Jiang Yang with a hint of nervousness.
The little guy picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and ate it in one bite, the heat making him fan his mouth for a long time before he could speak.
"Delicious! Really delicious."
"Really?" Hearing the praise, Nan Fei beamed and lowered her head to start eating as well. Hmm! It really was good! Though it couldn’t beat Grandma’s cooking, it was still pretty decent. The dumplings had just the right amount of chewiness.
It seems there’s room for improvement next time.
"Next time you come, I’ll make hand-pulled noodles for you." Don’t be fooled; Nan Fei’s cooking skills might not be stellar, but she knew how to make plenty of dishes. After all, her family was poor when she was younger. Every harvest season, her parents had to work in the fields, leaving her and Zhuanzhuan to handle laundry and cooking at home.
In the beginning, when Zhuanzhuan was still young, the responsibility naturally fell on her, as the eldest sibling, to take care of everything.
Nan Fei’s hand holding her chopsticks paused momentarily as she thought of Zhuanzhuan, but she quickly resumed eating as if nothing had happened. For the siblings, a simple bowl of dumplings was enough to bring them joy; they didn’t need lavish feasts.
Jiang Yang ended up drinking all the soup in his bowl and wiped his mouth, still savoring it. He said, "Sister, your cooking is even better than the chefs at Beidaihe Sanatorium."