Heart's Pet: President Rong Falls in Love

After half a year of marriage, Rong Jing and Su Yinwan never lived together, always living separately.

In the eyes of the Rong family, Su Yinwan was gentle and graceful, a competent Mrs. Rong...

Chapter 53 First Taste of Luosifen

At 6 p.m., Su Yinwan picked up her bag and drove straight back to Qianyue Bay.

She usually leaves early, leaving Sister Yun or Sister Li to stay until closing time.

After getting out of the car, Su Yinwan picked up the snail rice noodles that were on the passenger seat and hummed a song as she went inside.

Aunt Liu was preparing dinner; she only needed to cook two more dishes.

"Young Madam, please go sit in the living room for a while. I'll be here for a bit longer."

"It's alright, Aunt Liu, you go about your business."

After saying that, Su Yinwan went into the kitchen.

She placed the snail rice noodles on the counter, and seeing the extra gas stove, she prepared to find a pot to boil water.

Aunt Liu was stir-frying vegetables nearby, tossing the wok, and didn't notice Su Yinwan coming in.

"Aunt Liu, do we have any extra pots? I'd like to cook some noodles, do you know where to put them?"

Su Yinwan looked left and right but couldn't see a cooking pot that resembled a Yukihira pot.

Aunt Liu carefully placed the second-to-last dish onto a plate and looked up at Su Yinwan.

"Yes, it's under the cabinet on your right. Please wait a moment, Madam, I'll get it for you in a bit."

Aunt Liu hurriedly put down the spatula and was about to walk over when Su Yinwan stopped her with her words.

"No need, Aunt Liu, you go cook the dishes, I'll come find them."

After saying that, Su Yinwan bent down and opened the cabinet door, and saw that there were several pots inside.

There were stainless steel pots, enamel pots, glass pots, aluminum pots, small milk pots, and one that she didn't know was made of, black, like stainless steel, or like enamel.

Su Yinwan specially chose a pink mini milk pot, which is small and not heavy, and most importantly, it looks great.

"Aunt Liu, have you ever eaten snail rice noodles?"

Su Yinwan turned on the tap, scrubbed the small saucepan with a dishcloth, and asked softly.

"Snail rice noodles? I quite like the noodles; they're chewy. But I can't stand the pickled bamboo shoots. They're sour and have a strong flavor, so I don't really like them."

My daughter loves it, and I cook it every few days. I've gradually gotten used to the smell.

As Aunt Liu spoke, she brought the last dish to the table.

When she came back in, she saw Su Yinwan opening the packaging of snail rice noodles and pouring the noodles into the pot.

"Does the young mistress also like to eat snail rice noodles? I've never seen you eat them before."

"No, this is my first time eating it. It was given to me by a young lady at the shop. I thought I'd bring it back to try it."

"Let me do it, I know how to cook this."

Aunt Liu wanted to take the small milk pot from Su Yinwan's hand.

"No need, Aunt Liu, you go and rest for a while. I can do it. The little girl taught me how to cook."

"Okay then, be careful not to burn yourself."

Aunt Liu had no choice but to give up and walk outside.

Su Yinwan recalled every step Xu Zhaodi had described, putting in the rice noodles, changing the water, washing the noodles, and adding the ingredients one by one.

The kitchen began to smell slightly foul the moment she added the soup ingredients.

When all the ingredients are poured in, the flavor becomes even stronger.

Gradually, the aroma of snail rice noodles wafted from the kitchen into the living room.

At this moment, Rong Jing also returned from the company.

He went inside, changed his shoes, and walked in, but smelled a foul odor, like the stench of a ditch.

He frowned and raised his hand, trying to dispel the indescribable smell.

"Aunt Liu, what happened inside? Where is this smell coming from?"

Rong Jing wanted to get to the bottom of things, so he raised his voice a bit.

"Young Master, you're back. Nothing's wrong at home, it's just that Young Madam is cooking snail rice noodles in the kitchen."

Aunt Liu rushed over to explain.

"Luosifen?"

Rong Jing strode towards the kitchen, wanting to see what kind of culinary disaster his wife was making that could produce such a pungent smell.

At this moment, Su Yinwan grabbed a handful of water spinach and put it into the pot, simmering it for a while.

"OK, all done."

Su Yinwan turned off the gas, put on heat-resistant gloves, and prepared to take the small milk pot out.

What are you doing?

"ha?"

Su Yinwan was startled by Rong Jing's sudden appearance.

She turned her head and saw the man frown, stop in his tracks at the kitchen doorway, and not come in.

"Cooking snail rice noodles? It looks delicious. Let's try some together later."

Su Yinwan carried the pot and walked away from him.

By the time Rong Jing returned to the dining table and sat down, Su Yinwan had already picked up a spoon and scooped up a mouthful of soup to drink.

Although it smells pungent, the soup base is still very delicious.

She slurped up a mouthful of rice noodles. The rice noodles were thin, soft, and chewy, and the toppings inside were also delicious, sour and crunchy.

"Try a bite, it's delicious."

Su Yinwan picked up a mouthful of rice noodles, placed a spoon underneath it, and handed it to Rong Jing.

Seeing the man's disgusted and indifferent expression, Su Yinwan began to whine, "Just have a bite, I worked so hard to cook it."

Like coaxing a child to eat, Su Yinwan waited for Rong Jing to open his mouth.

Seeing the woman's expectant look, Rong Jing endured the strong, foul smell and ate it. It wasn't particularly bad, but it wasn't particularly delicious either.

Watching him slowly chew and swallow, Su Yinwan quickly asked, "Isn't it good? Would you like some more?"

"No need, you eat slowly, I'll eat, otherwise Aunt Liu's food will go to waste."

Su Yinwan ignored him and slurped down the pot of snail rice noodles in front of her, leaving not even a drop of broth.

With a "burp," Su Yinwan burst into burps from overeating.

After dinner, Rong Jing instructed Aunt Liu to place several more bottles of aromatherapy in the living room to dispel the stench, which was truly unbearable.

Su Yinwan sniffed her clothes and her long hair.

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