Chapter 243: Sitting at the Sa Table
As the noodles were served, Mo Li felt more relaxed. Today she had prepared noodles topped with beef, every ti she made them, people would enjoy them. She hoped that Mo Zheng would have so appetite when he saw the delicious noodles.
After the noodles were ready, Mo Li decided to make a soup. She stirred miso into boiling water and then added diced tofu, seaweed and bonito flakes. The soup was very simple but the ingredients were all filled with nutrition.
“Miss, you could be a chef! Your cooking skills are even better than !” Auntie Qiu praised. When she was Mo Li’s age, all she did know was to throw everything into a pot and pray for a miracle.
Mo Li shook her head humbly and said, “I’m far from being a chef. I rely picked up these skills from grandma.” For Mo Li, cooking was a hobby, it was sothing she used to relieve stress. Plus due to her dical background, she had a great belief in the healing property of good food.
Mo Li served 6 bowls of noodles and soups. There were still so left inside the pots.
“Auntie Qiu, you’ve cooked for us daily. If you don’t mind, why don’t you sit down and enjoy the breakfast? I’ve cooked more than enough.”
“Miss, you treat too well. I’m honored to taste young miss’ cooking!” Auntie Qiu laughed as she served herself a bowl of noodles.
The fragrance filled up the house and it attracted Mo Yun’s attention who was downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and saw the noodles. He was impressed. The at, carrots, cucumbers and mushrooms were finely diced. Paired with shredded egg, it was a perfect al to start the day.
Auntie Qiu normally prepared things like soy milks, bread, porridge for breakfast so Mo Yun instantly realized this was Mo Li’s cooking. It was confird when he took a sniff of the familiar sll.
“Auntie Qiu, what did you make for breakfast? It slls so delectable!” Jiang Yao ca down the stairs. She ca down for a glass of water but she was distracted by the fragrant sll.
Mo Yun frowned looking at the noodles on the dining table but his eyes were dancing with smiles.?Yup, they do look like Mo Li’s cooking.
When Jiang Yao saw Mo Li, she was ecstatic. She hugged her daughter. “Li Li, you’ve just co ho and you’ve made breakfast for us. You must be so exhausted, quick, have a seat. Auntie Qiu, go and call the rest, we’re going to have breakfast together.”
“What is this, are they even edible?” Mo Yun stared at the noodles and couldn’t help but tease Mo Li.
Mo Li rolled her eyes. She already noticed Mo Yun eyeing the noodles earlier. “I prepared noodles because the energy provided by the protein and carbs should be sufficient to last through the morning.”
Soon everyone arrived. Mo Zheng glanced at Mo Li and he realized Mo Li hadn’t even looked him. Mo Zheng looked at the bowl of noodles and he didn’t feel nauseous. He picked up the chopsticks.
“The taste is okay.” Mo Yun said flatly, giving Mo Li a mild complint. Internally though, Mo Yun was very confident in Mo Li’s cooking and he was proven right. The beef was tender, the carrots and cucumbers were crisp and refreshing, and overall the taste was light. The toppings were not greasy at all, it was a perfect breakfast.
However, as usual Mo Yun wouldn’t show his approval so readily.
Mo Li resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. This brother of hers was always stingy with his complints.
“It’s very delicious, as expected of my daughter.” Mo Yi took a big bite and exclaid.
“It’s okay.” Mo Yun added nonchalantly but his chopsticks never stopped moving.
Jiang Yao looked at her son with a smile, “This is just okay? You’re getting harder and harder to please.”
Qiao Qing sat opposite Mo Zheng obediently. Hearing the praises, she chid in, “Mo Li’s cooking is really superb!”
Mo Li’s eyes swept the girl coldly. Qiao Qing didn’t share a table with them initially but after Mo Li left and Mo Zheng gained anorexia, Qiao Qing was told to join the table. This was not a big deal. Jiang Yao and Mo Yi were glad that Qiao Qing could mix well with the rest of the family.
“Indeed…” Mo Zheng said softly and picked up his chopsticks. The noodles didn’t make his stomach turn. It even raised his appetite.
Jiang Yao was visibly happy after Mo Zheng took a few bites and didn’t vomit.
“Zheng Er, you should have so soup to warm your stomach.”
Mo Zheng nodded, but when he picked up the bowl of soup, he dry heaved. “Cough, mom, I think I’ll just drink so water…”
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