Aunt Liang didn't say anything, but took advantage of Xia Nuan changing her clothes to go to the kitchen and bring back the porridge she had cooked.
Xia Nuan used to frequently perform at commercial events, sometimes eating a lot and sometimes not, which caused some stomach problems.
Therefore, the food you eat should not be too hard or too greasy.
When Liangqiong was around, she would often make some stomach-soothing soups and cook some pork rib porridge for her.
Thanks to her meticulous care, Xia Nuan hasn't complained of stomach pain for a long time.
"Aunt Liang, please put some chopped green onions in my porridge."
"good."
However, Liang Qiong remembered that Xia Nuan didn't like scallions before. How come her taste has changed after starting a relationship?
At that moment, a huge question popped into her head.
"How is it? Does it suit your taste?" Liang Qiong was quite confident in her cooking skills.
Xia Nuan scooped out a small bite with a spoon and chewed it carefully. Although it tasted delicious, she didn't know why it always felt like something was missing.
It's not that Liang Qiong did a bad job, but there's still a tiny bit of a difference between her work and Li Dongyang's.
"You keep eating, I'll go upstairs and collect the clothes."
"I've disinfected all the blankets and sheets in the room. If I'm tired after dinner, I'll learn again tomorrow. Cooking skills are something you learn gradually, unless you have a lot of talent."
"It's difficult to do something really good all at once."
"Okay, you eat first, I'll be right back."
Liang Qiong turned around and went upstairs to collect the clothes.
Xia Nuan sat at the dining table and started drinking porridge.
Although the porridge was delicious, it certainly didn't smell as good as the one Li Dongyang cooked. I wonder what kind of "black technology" he added to it.
Xia Nuan was thinking as she ate.
Why do porridges taste different from one another even though they're all made by the same person?
A dozen minutes later, Liang Qiong finished packing up the clothes upstairs and came downstairs. Xia Nuan was already sitting on the sofa digesting her food.
Seeing Liang Qiong come downstairs, he immediately stood up.
Their initiative is absolutely top-notch.
"Nuan Nuan, are you in a relationship?" Liang Qiong asked tentatively.
Of course, it's perfectly normal for Xia Nuan to be in a relationship at her age, and I'm actually quite happy for her that she's dating Liang Qiong.
Even the most strong-willed girl needs someone to cherish her, right?
Xia Nuan paused for a second before denying it, "No."
"Then why do you want to learn cooking?"
"Self-reliance leads to abundance."
Liang Qiong wondered why Xia Nuan had never mentioned that self-reliance leads to abundance. If she really did cook for herself, she could save several thousand yuan in nanny fees per month.
Xia Nuan's eyes flickered noticeably after she finished speaking.
Liang Qiong, being an experienced person, could tell from Xia Nuan's current expression that she was either in a relationship or had someone she liked, but she didn't expose her.
Although Xia Nuan seems arrogant on ordinary days, she is actually quite thin-skinned.
Since she didn't say anything, Liangqiong stopped asking.
After changing the rag, I took out a light pink, country-style apron and tied it on Xia Nuan.
Summer clothes are very expensive, ranging from several thousand to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan. If they get oil on them, the clothes are ruined.
"What do you want to learn first?" Liang Qiong asked.
"Generally, cooking porridge is relatively easy to learn, as is making soup. Let's start with the simpler methods."
"Then let's make soup, the kind that's nourishing."
"Replenished?" Inappropriate images flashed through Liang Qiong's mind. She wondered if she was too young to do it.
Or did they go too far?
Xia Nuan saw Liang Qiong looking at her with a puzzled expression and knew what she was thinking without her having to say anything.
"Aunt Liang, it's not what you think. I'm learning to cook for myself, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
"Did I say anything? It seems like I didn't say anything at all!" Liang Qiong looked at Xia Nuan with a half-smile.
What is this called?
He confessed without being asked.
Liang Qiong smiled and said, "You can make soup for whomever you like without any explanation. I'll teach you whatever you want to learn."
"Your explanation makes me suspect something's fishy."
Xia Nuan: "......"
Actually, it seems like she didn't explain anything at all.
Aunt Liang is a sensible person; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to spend so much time with Xia Nuan. She smiled indulgently.
"Personally, I think choosing the right pot is very important when making soup."
"Secondly, there's the ingredient."
"The cooking time and temperature are important, but nowadays there are ready-made pots where you can just put the ingredients in and steam them."
"Actually, there's nothing mysterious about cooking rice."
Xia Nuan listened very attentively.
She followed behind Liang Qiong, wearing a floral apron.
She copied Liang Qiong's actions exactly.
The ingredients were quickly set up.
Put it in a pot, bring to a boil over high heat for 3 minutes, then simmer over low heat for 2.5 hours.
Despite not cooking regularly, Xia Nuan is surprisingly quick at learning new things.
Liang Qiong gave Xia Nuan two words: talent.
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.
This was Xia Nuan's first time making soup by herself, and she couldn't wait to pick up the soup with tongs.
I took a spoon from the sterilizer, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in my mouth.
Xia Nuan just couldn't quite describe the taste.
"Aunt Liang, come over and take a look. Is there something wrong with how I made this soup?"
Xia Nuan took another sip, and for some reason, it tasted awful.
"Okay!" Liang Qiong replied.
He hung the dried blankets, clothes, and coats in the closet and turned to go to the kitchen.
Seeing Xia Nuan frowning, Liang Qiong picked up the serving spoon next to her, scooped up a small spoonful, and put it in her mouth.
A few seconds later, a look of joy appeared on his face. "It's done."
"This soup tastes very good."
"Is it good?" Xia Nuan asked, puzzled.
"It tastes good! Don't you think it tastes good?"
Xia Nuan nodded.
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