Chapter 186 Being a Qualified Wife
The scallion oil and poached eggs are ready.
The next step is the simplest cooking of the noodles.
Big fire, burning water.
Put the noodles in after the water boils.
Song Qingqian followed Jiang Rou's instructions and prepared a bowl of cold water while cooking the noodles.
When the water in the pot boils, the noodles tumble, and white foam seems to be about to burst out, pour some cold water in.
This way you don't have to worry about the hot water overflowing.
Repeat adding cold water until the noodles are fully cooked.
It was Song Qingqian’s first time cooking noodles, but she didn’t expect it to be so smooth and without any mistakes.
She couldn't help but raise a charming and happy smile on her face.
The small red phoenix eyes also became crooked.
When she was taking the noodles out of the iron pot, the boiling hot water accidentally dripped onto the back of her hand.
"hiss--"
Song Qingqian took a deep breath.
"What's wrong? Did you get a burn?"
He Donglai immediately stuck his head out, frowned, and looked at Song Qingqian nervously and worriedly.
But what he saw was Song Qingqian's sweet smile and beautiful eyes.
Song Qingqian was busy mixing noodles and had no time to look at He Donglai.
She answered casually.
"It's okay, it's just a burn, nothing serious. I'll fix it, you put out the fire, and we can eat soon."
This time.
Song Qingqian's words were neither nervous nor unfamiliar.
This was the first time the couple, who had lived together for more than half a year, spoke in such a relaxed tone.
He Donglai noticed this and his Adam's apple moved slightly.
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Three minutes later.
The fragrant scallion oil noodles are ready.
【Noodles with scallion oil with pictures】
There are two bowls in total, one large and one small.
The fine white noodles are evenly mixed with scallion oil sauce and coated with a layer of shiny soy sauce.
The soft noodles were not sticky and were full of the aroma of scallion oil.
There are also golden, crispy and browned scallions in the middle, which can be eaten with the noodles.
When you take a bite, some are crispy and some are full of scallion fragrance.
Song Qingqian particularly likes the crispy scallions.
Not only did she put in a poached egg, she also sprinkled some emerald green onions on top, giving the glossy noodles an even more fresh color.
Really delicious.
Song Qingqian was so happy when she came out with the noodles.
This was the first time she cooked a real gourmet meal.
A large bowl was placed in front of He Donglai.
Hers was a smaller bowl with an ugly, runny poached egg.
The bowl is a bit hot.
Song Qingqian held the bowl in his hand and immediately touched his ear.
This was also taught to her by Jiang Rou. If her ears get burned, just touch them and the burn will go away.
At that time, Song Qingqian asked blankly, "Is there any scientific basis for doing this?"
Jiang Rou took her hand and put it on her ear. "Just follow it. You will know if it works after you try it."
Song Qingqian has done it now, but she still feels it is useless.
But……
The hot temperature on my fingers transferred to my earlobes, which was actually quite interesting.
She began to like this silly and somewhat superstitious little method.
Full of life.
"Eat quickly, this scallion oil noodles tastes best when it's hot, the scallion oil tastes the best!"
Song Qingqian urged.
They sat facing each other at a small table, with the same bowls and chopsticks, the same noodles with scallion oil, and the same aroma.
He Donglai was somewhat surprised when he saw the finished product.
After all, his understanding of Song Qingqian was still at the stage where she didn't know how to light a fire and would burn the steamed buns when she steamed them.
In the blink of an eye.
Song Qingqian was able to make the fragrant scallion oil noodles in an orderly manner.
You know, from the moment Song Qingqian said she wanted to start, He Donglai had already prepared himself for a dark meal.
He Donglai picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and took a big bite.
for a while.
Not only your mouth, but even your breath is filled with the rich aroma of green onions.
His expression was stunned for a moment.
Song Qingqian said with a slight smile on her lips.
"How is it? Isn't it delicious? Ah-Rou taught me the steps, and I did not make any mistakes. She even gave me the sauce, so it must taste good!"
"It's delicious. You made it delicious."
He Donglai swallowed it in big gulps and praised him seriously.
He never mentioned Jiang Rou, and just said that Song Qingqian's cooking was delicious.
Song Qingqian raised her red lips slightly.
As the hot and fragrant scallion oil noodles were eaten, the strangeness and alienation between the couple disappeared.
They sat face to face, so close to each other.
Song Qingqian ate his noodles slowly and spoke slowly.
"He Donglai."
"Um."
Song Qingqian said seriously, "He Donglai, I will cook for you in the future, and I will also learn to cook some other dishes."
He Donglai's eyebrows moved slightly.
He liked what Song Qingqian said, but he also heard something unusual in them.
Right after.
He heard Song Qingqian say again.
"He Donglai, thank you for marrying me."
When Song Qingqian talked about their marriage, it was no longer as heavy as before. She looked at the man in front of her with gentle eyes and grateful words.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have such a good life now. These days, I have figured out a lot of things. I misunderstood you before. I will definitely be a qualified wife in the future."
qualified?
The frown between He Donglai's brows became tighter and tighter.
Song Qingqian continued, "Although you don't mind me being a nuisance, I am your wife after all. I will not hold you back and will take on the responsibilities of a wife."
qualified……
identity……
Responsibility……
He Donglai finally understood the real meaning of Song Qingqian's words.
This scene.
It reminded him of the afternoon in the fields.
The moment Song Qingqian followed Jiang Rou and stood out.
She said it so seriously and firmly.
【I am He Donglai’s lover...】
In a tense moment.
He Donglai's heart still beat faster and a surge of excitement surged in his heart because of Song Qingqian's words.
But in the end, he misunderstood all of this.
Song Qingqian seemed to treat his wife as a job, a task, and a kind of... favor.
The scallion oil noodles in He Donglai's mouth suddenly didn't taste as good as before.
Song Qingqian saw that He Donglai remained silent.
She put down her chopsticks, rested her slender arms on the table, and leaned forward slightly.
Song Qingqian approached He Donglai, her eyes narrowed and her brown pupils stared at He Donglai brightly.
she asked.
"He Donglai, do you think this is a good idea?"
Looking into Song Qingqian's eyes, how could He Donglai say no?
He nodded. "Okay. Do what you want to do. I'm fine with that."
When Song Qingqian heard his answer, she smiled lightly and happily, without noticing the flash of disappointment in He Donglai's eyes.
"Eat the noodles quickly. There's still some noodles. You can add more if you want."
"Um."
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(Ms. Song first fell in love relatively late and was still a blockhead.)
(Jiang Rou: I’m so anxious! I told you to open your mouth and speak, but not to say something like this!)
(He Donglai: Should a qualified wife also fulfill marital obligations?)