Mo Yan originally did not want to take on this task, but the daily maintenance of the school indeed required soone to be responsible, so she had no choice but to agree and handed the task over to Tang Xin.
Today was only the registration day for entering the school, and classes wouldn’t start until the day after tomorrow, so the villagers took their children and gradually went ho one by one. Mo Yan stayed behind to help the two Masters tidy up, and then Lixiu ca over. After paying respects to the two Masters, she said to Mo Yan, "Xin Er is cooking today and has asked to call you back to give it another try."
When Mo Yan heard this, she couldn’t help but laugh, "What dishes did she make? Don’t tell she’s making cold tomato salads again to pad out the al."
This girl, influenced by who knows what the other day, ca back from playing outside and insisted on learning how to cook. Mo Yan did not believe that girls absolutely had to learn how to cook, but since the young girl wanted to learn, there was no need for her to stop her, so she taught her earnestly for two days.
Little did she expect, the girl felt she had learned enough and insisted on cooking a al herself the night before. However, the rice she served was undercooked, the fried at still had traces of blood in it, leaving the whole family without an appetite.
In the end, the young girl had no choice but to make a pot of porridge with the undercooked rice and prepare a cold tomato salad, making do for the al.
Lixiu obviously rembered this and also started smiling with curved eyes, "This ti it’s not bad, the food is all cooked. Otherwise, I would have been afraid to invite you back for a tasting."
In the village, girls like Xin Er, who were halfway grown up, were already helping with both indoor and outdoor chores. On ordinary days, aside from doing embroidery, she very rarely got involved in household chores, let alone cooking, which she slowly beca adept at. No one had the heart to criticize her.
With the addition of Lixiu, the four of them quickly packed up everything neatly and moved it to the school. Mo Yan wanted to invite the two Masters to her house for a al, but considering that the food was prepared by her sister, who was not skilled in cooking. She was genuinely worried that her sister’s disastrous cooking might upset the Masters’ stomachs, so she dropped the idea. After bidding farewell to the Masters, she went ho with Lixiu.
Seeing her sister return, Xin Er bead with joy and served up four dishes and a soup on the dining table, urging continuously, "Sis, Aunt Li, please sit down and taste my cooking, I promise you won’t be disappointed this ti."
Mo Yan smiled and nodded, just about to complint her sister, when Cui Pingan couldn’t help but mouth off, "These dishes look as black as if they’ve been soaked in ink. They won’t give us a stomachache, will they?"
The smiling Xin Er’s face fell upon hearing this, "Hmph, eat it or not, if you’re so able, cook it yourself."
Cui Pingan touched his flattened stomach, then glanced at the blackened dishes on the table, and decided he’d better not say anything more.
Mo Yan watched the scene with an amused smile, picked up her chopsticks and grabbed a slice of sothing barely identifiable, tasting it in her mouth before realizing it was potato. Although the presentation was really not up to par, it still tasted like potatoes, right?
So, under her sister’s expectant gaze, Mo Yan managed to muster a praise that went against her true feelings, "Not bad at all, the taste is pretty good. With ti, Xin Er will surely be able to make delicious als that are perfect in color, aroma, and taste."
With her sister’s complint, Xin Er’s eyes crinkled with joy as she shot Cui Pingan a defiant look and happily ate her bowl of rice.
Well, okay, although the at slices were not tender enough, the potato chicken had a bit too much soy sauce, and the garlic stir-fried vegetables were a bit salty... but at least it was all cooked and wouldn’t cause a stomachache, right?
With that comforting thought, Xin Er ate two large bowls of white rice in one go, tears in her eyes, not because her cooking was delicious, but because she didn’t have the courage to pick up another bite of the dishes and put it in her mouth. Therefore, she could only soothe herself with an extra bowl of the white rice, which turned out to be reasonably successful.
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