Xia Lian, who was standing to the side, stared at him for a few seconds before imitating him, putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head up a little.
"It's a pity there's no soup." Wen Mo bought some pork ribs, but he couldn't use them today.
He had originally planned to make soup, but it would take a lot of time, and he was worried that Xia Lian would get too hungry, so he could only wait until next time to make the soup.
When the two sat down at the table, he smiled and handed them a pair of chopsticks. "Please, try my cooking. I recommend trying this spicy chicken first. I guarantee you'll be so happy you'll feel like you're flying after just one bite!"
Xia Lian nodded slightly, but instead of trying the spicy chicken nuggets recommended by Wen Mo, she picked up a piece of the last hot and sour shredded potatoes that had been cooked.
It smells delicious and spicy, and it's still steaming hot.
She opened her small mouth and ate it in one bite. As soon as the shredded potatoes entered her mouth, an appetizing sour taste, accompanied by the unique spiciness of the green peppers, immediately swept over her tongue.
There are three essential elements to home-style cooking.
fragrant.
tasty.
It goes well with rice.
Clearly, this plate of shredded potatoes has achieved the desired result.
"We lost..."
After tasting the shredded potatoes, Xia Lian lowered her head, her emotionless eyes dimming slightly, and uttered a nonsensical remark.
"Huh? What? You lost?"
Wen Mo, who was about to enjoy his meal, was stunned.
She held her chopsticks, slightly raised her head, her eyes filled with disappointment, "Hot and sour shredded potatoes, I can make that too..."
Hearing this, Wen Mo put down the bowl he was eating, seemingly understanding what Xia Lian meant by "losing".
"So you've found that what I made tastes even better than what you made after you've tried it, right?" He smiled, looking at Xia Lian with great interest.
Xia Lian didn't answer, she just nodded her head slightly.
"Haha, I didn't expect I actually have some skills." Wen Mo laughed and put a few bites of food into her bowl.
Xia Lian tilted her head in confusion upon hearing this.
“Wenmo didn’t use a brush just now.”
"Uh... what I meant by that was that I'm very good, not that I actually have a knack for it."
"Wenmo is very impressive."
She nodded earnestly, though she couldn't understand the word "brush," but the food was truly delicious. She took small bites of each dish, as if she wanted to fully appreciate Wen Mo's culinary skills.
"Eat slowly, eat slowly. We're not even sure if we can finish this today."
The two, who had been starving for a long time, stopped being modest and ate a bite of food here and a bite of rice there, enjoying themselves immensely. In the end, even the cousin ate a little more rice before putting down her chopsticks and declaring the battle over.
"I'm full, I'm full."
"I'm full..."
After they finished eating, the two chatted about Wenmo's cooking skills, making small talk.
Just then, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated, and the screen lit up.
"Wenmo...phone call."
Wenmo was stunned. "A phone call? Who called?"
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