Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 818 You Don't Have the Talent to Cook

An Ying was a little surprised.

As a mother, Ling's mother is indeed a little unqualified. It is really rare to be able to cook like this.

An Ying walked to the edge of the chopping board, picked up the ginger chopped by Ling's mother and cut it into thin slices, washed the chicken again and cut it into cubes, put them on the plates for later use.

Then start cutting red peppers, and some other side dishes.

After making preparations, An Ying took the small chopping board to the sink and cleaned it, then turned on the fire and started frying chicken.

While frying, she told Mother Ling, "Auntie, look, when frying the diced chicken, in order to avoid the fishy smell of the chicken, we should blanch the chicken first, remember to pour cooking wine, put ginger slices, There are scallions..."

A dish of diced chicken is really delicious.

Mother Ling looked at An Ying with admiration, "Yingying, you are too good, you are so good, in the future, can you teach me how to cook more dishes?"

An Ying looked up at Mother Ling, "Auntie, how long do you plan to stay at home?"

Mother Ling did some calculations, "I plan to stay at home for five days during the Chinese New Year, and learn one dish every day, so I can learn five."

"So, after five days, you still have to leave?" An Ying asked with her head tilted.

Mother Ling nodded, "Yes, there is no way, the business in the provincial capital is too busy, and your uncle can't handle it alone..."

An Ying nodded and said: "Then I think you should stop learning it. Even if you are really talented in cooking, you can't learn five dishes in five days. Besides, you can't learn cooking just by watching it once." Yes, you have to actually do it. Maybe you think very well, but the taste is not what you make. Also, after five days, you will no longer be able to cook. will forget."

Having said this, An Ying paused for a moment before continuing: "What's more, you don't have the talent to cook."

Embarrassment instantly appeared on Mother Ling's face, "I..."

"Sorry Auntie, I'm more straightforward." An Ying smiled, picked up the pot on the floor, and a pile of used plates and bowls on the stove, poured dish soap into the basin, and cleaned them one by one.

When the kitchen was almost cleaned up, Mother Ling looked up at An Ying, "Then I'll learn one dish, and I'll only learn this spicy chicken dish, Yingying, do you think it's okay? Can I learn it?"

An Ying washed her hands and said, "Auntie, actually, even if you make Ling Feng a bowl of instant noodles, he might be very happy. What he wants is family affection and maternal love, not some food."

After finishing speaking, An Ying walked out from the kitchen.

Mother Ling stood in the kitchen blankly, looking at the tidy kitchen, she was a little ashamed.

As a mother, she is really too unqualified.

At that time, Hou was still young, and she wanted to work part-time and blog together with her husband. She thought that only when she was with him would her relationship last.

Later, I gradually got used to going out with him.

She is used to giving orders in the office and being with computer files.

But now the relationship between her and her husband is more like a work partner. He respects her a lot, but lacks love and tenderness.

And she lost her son's dependence on her.

Children have always been closer to their mothers, but now she and Ling Feng are not like mother and child at all.

The more Mother Ling thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

He came out of the kitchen with chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the table. Except for the spicy chicken that An Ying taught her to cook later, the other dishes were really horrible.

(End of this chapter)