"Mom, can you even bake a cake?" Qianlin looked at Ninghe with admiration.
His mother is the most amazing mother in the world, she can do everything!
Ning He thought for a moment and said, "There is no oven here, so we can only make steamed cakes. Steamed cakes don't cause sore throats and are suitable for children."
Qianlin said excitedly, "I haven't eaten steamed cake yet. The one my mother makes must be delicious!"
Ning He smiled and hooked her finger at him: "Let's go, let's do it now!"
She took Qianlin to the kitchen, and Qianlin helped to light the fire.
Ning He beat four eggs, added an appropriate amount of sugar, and stirred quickly with chopsticks until the color of the egg liquid became lighter. Then she mixed the flour with sugar and salt in the right proportion and poured it into the egg liquid.
Stir until there are no particles, pour in a little peanut oil and stir evenly.
She took the largest ceramic bowl in the house, brushed a layer of oil on the surface of the bowl, and finally poured in the egg liquid. She shook it to remove the bubbles in the egg liquid, and finally added a few red dates to garnish it. She took a plate and covered the bowl to block the steam from entering, and finally put it into the steamer and started steaming it with cold water.
After completing all the steps, the two sat at the kitchen door, waiting for the birth of the steamed cake.
Qianlin was so excited that he kept chattering while sitting at the kitchen door.
Until the aroma of egg cake wafted out from the kitchen, Ning He got up and walked in.
She opened the lid of the pot and white steam continued to rise. She waved her hand and used chopsticks to open the iron plate on top.
The steamed cake studded with golden red dates has a fragrant aroma and attractive color.
Ning He leaned closer, took a deep breath, and the aroma of the cake penetrated into his nostrils.
Qianlin asked her excitedly, "Mom, is the cake ready?"
Ning He nodded, picked up a small piece with chopsticks, squatted in front of Qianlin, and put the soft cake close to Qianlin's mouth.
She blew on it gently and said, "Try it and see if it tastes good."
Qianlin couldn't wait any longer. He opened his mouth and put the chopsticks in it. When he opened his mouth, there was no trace of cake on the chopsticks.
"Is it delicious?" Ning He asked.
Qianlin nodded vigorously, his eyes curved like little crescent moons.
"It's delicious! It's even better than the cream cakes sold in department stores!"
Ning He smiled. She really admired no one but her son's high emotional intelligence.
Praise your own mother and praise her as much as you can without blinking an eye.
"Linbao, have you ever eaten cakes from a department store?"
Qianlin shook his head: "No, but after eating the steamed cake made by my mother, I don't want to eat the cream cakes in the department store anymore!"
See, she said her son is her loyal fan.
Ning He cut a piece for Qianlin and herself, and there was still a large piece left. Ning He put it in the steamer and covered it with a lid to keep it warm.
This is specially reserved for He Shaochuan.
Ning He couldn't help but laugh when she thought about the man who told her last night that he wanted to start by being a date.
Okay, she's the one who should pamper the person she's with!
When He Shaochuan came back, Ning He had just finished cooking the last dish. She came out of the kitchen carrying the plate, and He Shaochuan just walked into the yard.
Ning He looked at him with a smile: "You came back early today."
"I don't have anything to do today. I'll be back on time." He Shaochuan responded, walked to Ning He, and consciously reached out to take the plate from her hand.
"Oh." Ning He was happy to see him take the plate. She followed him and they entered the main room together.
Qianlin concentrated on painting and didn't get up from his chair until Ninghe called him to eat.
"Mom, look at the big airplane I drew." Qianlin ran to Ninghe with paper in his hand.
He showed the painting to Ning He as if he were presenting a treasure.
Ning He looked at the airplane drawn by Qian Lin and her eyes lit up. She said to He Shaochuan who was standing beside her.
"Come and see what your son has drawn."
He Shaochuan moved closer to Ning He and looked at the drawing paper.
On the drawing paper, the outline of the plane is clear, and the nose, fuselage, wings and even the tail are all drawn out. This is a very complete and clear aircraft.
He Shaochuan's eyes were filled with surprise, and he couldn't help but ask Qianlin curiously, "Did you draw this?"
How could a three-year-old child have ever seen a real airplane? He Shaochuan determined that this painting could not have been painted by Qianlin.
Qianlin nodded: "I drew it!"
Seeing that He Shaochuan still didn't believe it, Ning He said, "I introduced the structure of the airplane to Lin Bao, but I didn't expect that he could draw an airplane that matched my description just by my verbal description. Comrade He Shaochuan, do you still think Qian Lin is not suitable for painting?"
Looking at this lifelike painting, he really had no reason not to let Qianlin learn to paint.
He smiled helplessly, understanding what Ning He meant.
Since Qianlin also likes painting, he does as Ninghe said and no longer deprives his child of his hobbies.
He Shaochuan compromised: "Qianlin likes painting, so let him paint."
Qianlin was so happy that he jumped for joy, and the smile on Ninghe's face deepened.
"Then let's eat first!"
The family of three had a very happy dinner. During the meal, He Shaochuan kept picking up food for Ning He, which surprised Ning He.
He had never been so proactive before. It seems that being in a relationship has its advantages. At least it makes He Shaochuan more proactive.
After dinner, He Shaochuan cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen.
Ning He followed him into the kitchen, pointing at the pot and said.
"Let's wash the pot too. I forgot to wash it when I was cooking just now."
"Okay," He Shaochuan responded, reached out to open the lid of the pot, and wanted to put the dishes and chopsticks into the pot and take them out to wash.
But the moment he opened the lid of the pot, the aroma of the cake hit him in the face. He was slightly stunned and looked back in surprise at the woman standing at the kitchen door.
"This is?"
Ning He looked at him with a smile: "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Didn't you see the cake?"
He Shaochuan asked: "Did you do this?"
Ning He nodded: "When I came to the compound, your birthday had already passed, so this cake is just to make up for your birthday."
"Happy birthday, my boyfriend!" Ning He smiled.
He Shaochuan just stared at Ning He at the door, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and tiny stars seemed to twinkle in his deep black eyes.
At this moment, He Shaochuan's heart was hot, boiling hot, and his heart was beating fast. No matter how he tried to calm down, he couldn't suppress his excitement.
He was about to say something.
A call came from outside the yard.
"Old He, something bad has happened!" Yang Guoqiang called him from outside.
He Shaochuan's face tensed and he asked loudly, "What's wrong?"
Ning He turned and walked outside.
Zhao Lan saw Ning He, ran quickly to her door, and said to Ning He breathlessly.
"Xiaoning, Ma, Ma Xiaohui, she was beaten by her man!"
He Shaochuan also came out from the kitchen.
Yang Guoqiang said to He Shaochuan anxiously, "Go and have a look! He Dazhuang from your group is beating his wife in front of a group of people! Someone is about to die!"
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