Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 819 Because This Soup Has Mom's Taste
Knocking on the door of Ling Feng's room, he came out of the room, but ignored her mother, winked at An Ying and said with a smile: "It's been published, remember to draw well."

"I see." An Ying nodded.

Ling's mother quickly arranged the chairs, pulled Ling Feng to sit down, "Come, try today's dishes."

Ling Feng sat down.

Father Ling was also sitting beside him.

Ling Feng pulled Anying to sit down, "Yingying, come here, sit next to me, let's discuss how to design that fashion."

An Ying didn't say much, and sat directly beside Ling Feng.

An Ying sat on Ling Feng's left, and Ling's mother also wanted to get closer to her son, so she sat on Ling Feng's right.

"Let's eat." Mother Ling took Ling Feng's bowl first, and poured a bowl of pork rib soup for him.

Ling Feng scooped up a spoonful of soup and took a sip, frowned slightly, just about to spit out the soup.

An Ying kicked him, but Ling Feng swallowed the soup anyway.

Mother Ling looked at Ling Feng expectantly and asked, "How is it?"

Ling Feng pursed his lips, "It's okay."

Mother Ling was overjoyed, and gave Ling Feng another dish with chopsticks, "Come, try this dish again."

Ling Feng ate with his head down, and said in a low voice, "Eat yourself."

Mother Ling nodded hurriedly, and filled herself with a bowl of soup. When she picked up the spoon, she said to An Ying, "Eat Yingying too, and try Auntie's cooking."

An Ying pursed her lips, "Okay!"

So the whole family picked up the chopsticks.

Father Ling first picked up a piece of braised pork, ate it in his mouth, frowned, and spat it out again, "I just said that it's fine to find a chef to cook at home. If you insist on cooking it yourself, what is it? .”

When Mother Ling heard this, she felt a little unhappy. Her husband has always respected her in the company and never said a harsh word to her.

But today, for a piece of braised pork, that's all she said.

Is what she cooks so unpalatable?

Picking up the chopsticks, he gently picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and found that it was actually sweet.

Then she remembered that she seemed to have put the sugar as salt twice.

After spitting out the meat in her mouth, she dumped the bowl of braised pork into the trash can.

"You can't eat that, eat something else."

After speaking, she picked up the spoon and scooped up the soup.

Then with a wow, he spit out the whole mouthful of soup into the trash can.

She actually forgot to put salt in the soup, and also put a lot of sesame oil, it tasted greasy, like washing pot water.

When Mother Ling looked up, she saw that Ling Feng had almost finished the bowl of soup she had just served.

She snatched the soup bowl from his hand, "How can you drink such an unpalatable soup?"

Ling Feng looked up, with a listless look, "Because this soup has the taste of my mother."

Ling's mother and Ling's father were startled.

Mother Ling's nose was sour, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Father Ling also didn't say a word for a long time.

Ling Feng filled another bowl of soup, and just about to drink it, Ling's mother snatched his bowl, tears finally fell down.

"Xiaofeng, it's my mother who's sorry for you."

Ling Feng didn't speak, took a piece of spicy chicken with his chopsticks, took a bite, his eyes lit up.

"It's delicious." After admiring him, he took another piece.

Father Ling also picked up a piece of chopsticks, with a look of relief on his face.

The father and son actually finished a bowl of rice with that plate of spicy chicken.

The two each served another bowl of rice, but the spicy chicken had already been eaten, and when they ate other dishes, the expressions of the two of them were really ugly. In the end, they barely ate half of the bowl and put down their chopsticks.

(End of this chapter)