Chapter 180 Cookies

But Shi Feiye's cooking speed is really fast, and I'm not exaggerating. Her cooking speed is definitely in the top 10% among ordinary families, especially among her peers.

After dinner, she threw all the dishes into the dishwasher and began to wash the vegetables and prepare the dumpling fillings. Qin Buju walked into the kitchen for the second time:

"I remember that meat dumplings need to be minced slowly, so that they taste better. Let me do it."

"Do you prefer manual mincing of the meat? I was planning to mince the meat." Shi Feiye didn't have time to chop it bit by bit; that would be too tiring.

"Let me do it. Minced meat is not as delicious as chopped meat. I'm planning to do some food business later, so this is a good opportunity to experience it." Qin Buzhu made up an excuse to avoid being rejected by Shi Feiye again.

What does a food business have to do with chopping meat?

Shi Feiye didn't quite understand Qin Buju's logic, but it was normal for her not to understand the boss's logic. Since he wanted to do it, then just do it. She took out the meat and processed it roughly, then gave Qin Buju a chopping board and a knife, told the boss what to do, and then went to fry her own eggs.

Then Shi Feiye discovered that the boss's knife skills were actually pretty good. Although his speed was a bit slow, the meat he cut was very good. When Qin Buju started to chop the meat, Shi Feiye saw that his movements were quite similar to those of the real master, and he couldn't help but be curious:

"Have you ever cooked before? I mean something complicated like dumplings."

“My mother taught me when I was a kid.”

At that time, my mother always liked to tease him. It was rare for her to cook a meal for my father, so she would pull him aside to watch, and proudly tell him about cutting vegetables. When she was excited, she would force him to learn it, saying "otherwise you won't be able to find a wife in the future because you don't know how to cook."

How could someone from the Qin family not be able to find a wife? But when my dad saw this, he kept agreeing with my mom, and what he said was as if it were the truth, without considering at all how troublesome it would be for a child to learn to cook.

"Your mother also taught you how to cook?" Shi Feiye was very surprised. "Don't you have a chef at home?"

"Yes, but it didn't stop her from teaching me how to cook, but that was when I was a kid."

Shi Feiye then remembered that Qin Buju seemed to have lived with his grandfather since he was very young. She didn't dare to ask him what happened to his parents. She thought they must have passed away, otherwise they would not have never shown up.

"Well, your knife skills are pretty good." Shi Feiye changed the subject:

"I learned my knife skills by myself. My parents never cared about me. The first time I cooked when I was a kid was because I wanted to eat potatoes but my parents wouldn't let me cook. I was so angry that I cooked by myself. The result was inedible. Later I added instant noodle seasoning to make it barely edible. Who knew that my parents would never try a bite, and they didn't consider the little girl's mental health at all."

As she spoke, she recalled many interesting things from her childhood, and before she knew it, she couldn't stop talking about this topic:

"Sometimes I think there's a reason why I grew up to be a tomboy. When I was a soft and cute little girl, my parents raised me as a boy all day long. Other girls played with dolls and other things, but they let me play with yo-yos and four-wheel drive cars. Occasionally, when boys beat me up, my dad didn't help me, but he cheered me on and encouraged me to fight back. As a result, I grew up crooked until I became what I am today."

Shi Feiye was very sad and angry when she talked about it. She thought about how cute she was when she was little, but her parents never thought so.

"I'm just confused. I was so cute when I was little, but my mom didn't show any mercy when she beat me because I played around and didn't finish my homework. She even tore up my homework. But I didn't grow up badly. I got beaten so much for nothing. It's so tragic."

Shi Feiye was chattering about her childhood. Qin Buzhu was chopping meat beside her and occasionally glanced at her. He felt that Shi Feiye was emitting a warm aura at this moment, just like the childhood she described, especially soft and cute.

Qin Buzhu thought of the girls he occasionally saw wearing bunny costumes. If Shi Feiye were to wear a soft bunny costume and put a furry hat on her head, she would probably be extremely adorable.

After Qin Buzhu finished chopping the meat and Shi Feiye's eggs were almost done, Qin Buzhu wanted to do something else, but seeing that Shi Feiye was too busy to take care of him, he had to go out and lean against the kitchen door to watch her busy.

Shi Feiye turned around and saw Qin Buju standing at the door looking at her: "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

"It's nothing, actually. Go ahead and do your thing. I'm just observing."

Then watch, Shi Feiye thought it was just cooking, nothing to be afraid of, Qin Buju watched him, she was busy with her own things. This busyness took more than an hour, the dumplings were ready, and her cake could be put in the oven, Shi Feiye had long forgotten that Qin Buju was still standing at the door.

Shi Feiye let out a sigh of relief and stretched herself. Good, she could now take a short break.

"Is it done?" A sudden voice from the door startled Shi Feiye: "You're still looking at it?"

He insisted on watching her cook for more than an hour. The boss is worthy of being a boss and he works very hard for his business.

"It seems that you cook very well. You are really fast." Qin Buzhu praised her. Look at her quick movements and her excellent knife skills. She has reason to be proud.

"That's right." Shi Feiye raised her head proudly. "You will be able to taste the dessert I made in a moment. I think it's delicious. But time is tight today. I will make you pudding when I am free. My friends all say that I make good pudding."

"Okay, I'll wait and taste it."

When Shi Feiye's cake came out, she added cream to each cupcake. Qin Buju tasted one, and even without the psychological effect, he thought Shi Feiye's was delicious.

The next day, after breakfast, the two of them went to Qin Buju's company together again, but this time Shi Feiye brought along the cookies she had made the night before, and she also gave a few to Shi Leng:

"Shi Ling, these are the cranberry cookies I made last night for you."

"Ah? Thank you, Miss Shi." Shi Leng was really flattered. Although he knew that Shi Feiye had become a different person now, he never thought that she could actually make cookies. Making cookies would be fine, but she could also share them with him.

Qin Buzhu just watched Shi Feiye give a few cookies to Shi Leng. He had tasted the cookies made by Shi Feiye this morning, but Shi Feiye didn't say she would give them to him. But now she gave them to Shi Leng. Although he didn't have any preference for cookies, he just felt a little uncomfortable.

The discomfort disappeared after more than ten minutes, because before Shi Feiye went to her room, she took out five small packets of biscuits from her bag and stuffed them all into Qin Buzhu's hands:

"Hey, save these for yourself. It's been a whole morning. Don't go hungry. There are still a lot of them at home. It would be a waste if you don't eat them."

Qin Buzhu called her: "Where is you?"

Shi Feiye patted her bag with a smile: "I still have a lot here, don't worry."

Qin Buzhu didn't say anything. The girl specially squeezed some juice this morning and paired it with the biscuits she made. It should be for eating during the morning break. He didn't need to worry about it today because she had made clear arrangements for herself.

When Shi Feiye entered, Zou Lianxun was already sitting in his computer chair. Seeing Shi Feiye, he curled his lips:

"You came so late. I've been waiting for you for quite some time. You two are really good at wasting time."

Shi Feiye took out a lot of cranberry cookies and slapped them on his desk: "Dengdengdeng, how about it, I brought you some delicious food today, don't say sour words anymore."

"What is this?" Zou Lianxun picked one up and turned it over and over. "Biscuit?"

Shi Feiye was speechless and rolled her eyes: "No, this is a cake!"

Zou Lianxun's mouth twitched: "Second sister-in-law, you want to get rid of me with these cookies? Do you think the great Zou Shao is so easy to get rid of?"

"What if I made these cookies myself? I finally managed to get a few out of your second brother's mouth for you. If you don't want to eat them, I'll give them to him right now."

"No, the ones you make with your own hands are definitely different. Once you give them to me, they are mine. How can you be so shameless as to want to give them back to your husband? If there are any extra, give me a few more. I will let my fourth and fifth brothers have some to try later."

In the past, I always watched others eat food made by my brothers' wives. This was the first time that Zou Lianxun tasted the biscuits made by his sister-in-law. He felt it was very novel for a moment. The novelty reached its peak when he looked up and saw Qin Buju on the other side of the glass wall just stuffing a biscuit into his mouth. He immediately decided to share it with other brothers.

"No, it's just a few cookies. Is it necessary?" Shi Feiye was shocked by his attitude of wanting to share with so many people. "It's not like your brothers haven't eaten cookies before."

"I've definitely eaten biscuits before, but I've never eaten biscuits made by my second sister-in-law."

Zou Lianxun opened a small packet, took out a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it and nodding: "Not bad, the taste is not much different from the ones sold, it's good, your cooking skills are fine."

"If you want to eat it, I'll give you some of what I make next time. There's no need to do this. It makes me feel embarrassed. My cooking skills are just barely good enough."

Who would have thought that Zou Lianxun would look very melancholy for a moment:

"The future sister-in-law that eldest brother likes can't cook at all. Miss Zhang from fourth brother's family doesn't seem to know how to cook. It's not certain whether third brother's family can have a third sister-in-law. Even if there is one, as long as I see the way he cuts things, I guarantee that he will never want to go into the kitchen again in his life. Fifth brother has a temper that can't be relied on at all. I plan to be single, so you can calculate, is it true that among these brothers, only second brother's wife, that is, you, the second sister-in-law, can give us a warm meal?"