Following Fan Xiaofan's instructions, Shi Lingheng made many experimental seasonings at home.
It has to be said that Fan Xiaofan was right; Shi Lingheng made all of these dishes according to her preferred taste.
These past few days, Shi's mother has been eating the experimental products her son made. She pinched her waist and felt that she had gained some weight.
Although she and her father still feel depressed because of the Fang family's affairs and saddened by the death of their eldest son, their current lively life makes them cherish it even more.
My beloved grandson is so soft, cute, and well-behaved...
And then there's this youngest son, who seems to have switched careers to become a gourmet, always "a toad trying to eat swan meat..."
The house has gradually changed from what it was when Ling Heng went to the countryside and the two elderly people had no hope. Now it's full of life and warmth.
"Son, isn't this a bit bland?"
Shi's mother sincerely offered her opinion: the soup was a bit bland.
Upon hearing this, Shi Lingheng took a bite, then carefully savored it before saying, "No, it's perfect..."
Shi's mother looked at her husband, while Shi's father took a bite and said decisively, "It's bland..."
Shi Lingheng leisurely noted down the ingredient ratios and then said, "Not bland at all, just right."
The pitiful elderly parents exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with reproach towards Shi Lingheng. The two of them, who had raised him with such hardship, now seemed to disregard his opinions...
"Honey, can we still count on the children in the future?"
Shi's mother cried incessantly.
Mr. Shi put his arm around his wife and said solemnly, "It's alright, we still have a grandson..."
Shi Lingheng merely raised an eyebrow at his dramatic parents, as if to say, "Go ahead and act, I'll just be the audience..."
However, looking closely into the depths of his eyes, he no longer saw the loneliness buried deep within his heart as before, but rather a hint of warmth. He remembered that when his older brother was still alive and well, his parents used to complain about him in the same way.
They say they raised a son for nothing, as they never see him all day.
But when they lose them, it is the parents who suffer the most.
Shi Lingheng glanced at the ingredients listed on the paper and found no errors. He stopped writing. His mother was bored acting alone. Although his father was with her, what good was it if her son wasn't cooperating?
Suddenly, her gaze fell on the pen in Shi Lingheng's hand, and she exclaimed, "Why don't you use that pen you used to love anymore? You've changed it..."
Shi Lingheng raised his eyebrows: "This one works well."
Shi's mother didn't believe her son's nonsense. She was sure the pen had some special origin. After thinking about it carefully, she realized there was only one person who could have it.
"Son, the watch on your wrist is quite nice. I saw Xiao Fan wearing the same watch when I visited the Fan family last time. I think it looks really good. Why don't you let me wear it?"
She knew her son would definitely not give it to her, but she just loved teasing him until he got angry.
Unfortunately, Shi Lingheng was quick and nimble. By the time she arrived, his hand was already raised high, and he said with a smile, "Mom, you want a watch? Ask Dad to buy it for you. Dad will be jealous if you wear mine... right?"
Standing to the side, Mr. Shi said, "These days, kids are all so unruly, one less and one less lovable than the next."
Mother Shi couldn't stand Shi Lingheng bullying her husband, and immediately said, "Since you're unwilling to give it to me, then forget it..."
She paused here, as if she was about to give up, but Shi Lingheng knew it wouldn't be that simple...
As expected.
"Oh dear, I might as well ask Xiao Fan to help me buy one..."
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