Uncle Cao's analysis was very logical and reasonable.

Upon hearing this, Yu Hualing thought to herself, "That makes sense."

"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten about that."

She laughed and said, "I was confused, but it's all about fate. If the little girl and Zhaoying don't end up together, it's okay. As long as the little girl can find a good man, that's all that matters."

Uncle Cao also said, "What the old lady says is true."

...

In the kitchen.

Ning Qiluo suggested, "How about I make another dish?"

The mother shook her head at Ning Qiluo: "No, Miss Ning, you should go and rest. You've already cooked several dishes tonight, and you've fried the sole three times alone."

“But Grandma only had porridge tonight and didn’t eat anything else. She’ll be hungry.”

She's still thinking about it.

Grandma said the porridge was delicious.

But if you drink porridge, you'll get hungry quickly, as it's digested very fast.

Seeing Ning Qiluo's insistence, her mother finally had no choice but to let her continue cooking.

What a stubborn girl.

It's heartbreaking.

"French cuisine is relatively simple. Otherwise, I would make a pan-fried scallops with foie gras; the old lady would probably like that flavor." This was my mother's suggestion.

Ning Qiluo shook her head again: "Anything that's fried probably won't work. I'm afraid Grandma won't eat foie gras either."

"Vegetarian stew in white sauce? That's a good French dish."

"Anything else?"

"How about puff pastry onion soup? It's known as the 'Queen of Soups.' I know how to make it, and I'll teach you."

"Boiled food seems okay, but onions... um..."

"How about this? Black truffles can be paired with many dishes, Miss Ning, you could give it a try. Then there's the French-style pigeon and pork floss tart, which will take a bit more time, so it might be a little late..."

My mother said a whole bunch of things from the side.

Flowers and confetti rained down in front of Ning Qiluo.

This left Ning Qiluo even more at a loss as to what to do.

How about we just cook a bowl of noodles?

But that would seem too insincere, and Grandma probably wouldn't accept eating noodles at night.

Making soup... will take a long time...

Oh, right!

Make soup!

She can cook delicious borscht.

A delicious Russian dish.

He immediately turned to his mother and asked, "Mom, can you cook delicious borscht?"

Mom nodded, her smile unwavering: "This is my specialty, of course I can do it."

Miss Ning is so quick-witted; how could she have forgotten to mention borscht?

Mom immediately went to prepare the ingredients for borscht.

Next, Ning Qiluo struggled in the kitchen for another half hour before finally managing to cook a bowl of borscht. Fortunately, her mother was omnipotent and knew how to do everything, guiding her throughout the process until she was able to cook it.

Her fingers were a little red from the oil splatter, so her mother brought her a band-aid and bandaged them up. "Miss Ning, thank you for your hard work tonight."

"No, although I'm not a good cook, I enjoy learning. But it also depends on my mood. I'm in a good mood tonight. If I were in a bad mood, I think I would have given up and gone to sleep."

"Pfft."

The mother was amused, her eyes filled with more pride: "Miss Ning, you are such a little angel."

Ning Qiluo first had her mother taste the cooked borscht.

My mother said it was ready, and only after she put it in a stew pot did she take it out.

...

"Madam, Miss Ning is bringing out the dishes."

Uncle Cao spoke up.

At this moment, Yu Hualing, who was watching TV absentmindedly, looked up and saw the little girl carrying dishes out of the kitchen. She sat up straight and said, "This little girl really did make another dish to coax me."