bestfiction Chapter 330 No rush
Chapter 330 No rush
Zhou Yi exclaimed in surprise, then looked at the little guy in his arms.
Hearing her words, the little one immediately grinned happily at her, waving her little hands and shouting, "Ya ya~ ya ya~"
This time the voice was louder, and he was clearly very happy.
Seeing the little guy's happy expression, Zhou Yi understood.
It was Yuyu who wanted to come in.
Looking at the man's sportswear, he hadn't changed out yet.
His voice was gentle: "Yuyu, Dad just came back from his morning run and hasn't washed up or changed yet."
“Dad is covered in sweat. He needs to wash up and change his clothes, otherwise he might catch a cold.”
She spoke earnestly, and the little one blinked, listening attentively, then exclaimed, "Ya ya~"
This sound was noticeably more obedient.
Seeing his obedient appearance, Zhou Yi smiled warmly and said, "Aunt Zhou Yi knows that Yu Yu wants to be held by his father, but can we wait a while until his father has finished washing up before holding Yu Yu?"
"Otherwise, Dad will feel very uncomfortable if he catches a cold."
The little one looked at her, his eyelashes fluttering, and said, "Ya ya~ ya ya~"
It seems to be saying: Okay~
Zhou Yi smiled broadly: "Then Daddy will take Yuyu out first, and Yuyu can play with Grandpa and Grandma. Daddy will take Yuyu after he's washed up, okay?"
The little one said, "Ya ya~"
After speaking with the little one, Zhou Yi looked at Wenren Chen with clear, bright eyes: "Sir, the kitchen smells strong, it's not good for Yu Yu to smell too much. You haven't washed up yet, you might catch a cold. Please take Yu Yu out first, it will be fine here soon, and you can come down for breakfast after you've washed up."
Wenren Chen looked at the broth in the bowl, and as the broth and seasonings combined, the color changed.
Each bowl is different.
A soft voice reached his ears, and his eyes fell on the face that was looking at him.
The kitchen was well-ventilated on two sides and had a range hood, but even so, it was still a bit hot inside. She broke out in a light sweat, which dampened the stray hairs on her forehead.
However, those eyes became increasingly clear.
His figure and the little one in his arms were clearly reflected in the water.
"Well, there's no rush."
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry. Every step in cooking noodles requires a specific time. If you rush it, it won't taste good."
"However, if you are in a hurry, I may have to prepare it in advance, and the taste will not be as good."
"Not in a hurry."
"it is good."
Zhou Yi's lips curled up, her eyebrows curved, and a soft smile spread across her face.
Wenren Chen gazed at that smiling face, the morning sunlight streaming in from outside, making his fair and translucent face glow.
"I'll take him out first."
"Okay, sir."
After saying that, Zhou Yi waved to the little one: "Yu Yu, Aunt Zhou Yi will be out soon after breakfast is ready. You play with Grandpa and Grandma first~"
The little one immediately exclaimed, "Ya ya~ ya ya~"
The little hand waved to her, as if to say: Okay, I'll play with Grandpa and Grandma~
Wenren Chen looked at Zhou Yi, then carried the little one out of the kitchen.
After watching them leave, Zhou Yi smiled and continued to slowly stir the pot clockwise with long chopsticks.
Stirring the noodles this way ensures they cook evenly and don't stick together.
But there are techniques involved, otherwise the final product will be a mess.
The noodles she made were all perfectly separated when they were finally scooped out and placed in a bowl.
As soon as the two people, one big and one small, left the kitchen, Zhou Yi's thoughts returned to the noodles. In no time, the kitchen returned to its usual orderly state.
As Wenren Chen and the little one left the kitchen, Qi Ma came in shortly afterward to continue assisting Zhou Yi.
She said nothing and asked nothing, seemingly unaware that Wenren Chen had brought the little one in.
7:20 a.m.
Breakfast was served and arranged one by one.
Bowls of fragrant noodles were placed in front of Sheng Mingying, Wenren Teng, and Wenren Chen.
Sheng Mingying looked at the distinct strands of noodles rolled into S-shapes in front of her, and then at the few green vegetables neatly arranged next to the noodles. The light green soup looked very appetizing.
Sheng Mingying knew about Zhou Yi's cooking skills, and over the past few days, she had gained a clear understanding of them.
It's really good.
But now, this bowl of noodle soup in front of her has once again improved Zhou Yi's impression of her.
This bowl of noodle soup looks so different.
Very high-end.
Whether it's the shape, the arrangement, the color, or the fragrance, it's all top-notch.
You might not even be able to find such good soup noodles outside.
She was surprised and asked, "Did Zhou Yi make this?"
Zhou Yi and the maid Qi Ma set out breakfast. After Sheng Mingying, Wenren Teng, and Wenren Chen sat down at the table, she sat down next to Wenren Chen and waited for Sheng Mingying and Wenren Teng to eat first.
See if the noodles suit both of their tastes.
Upon hearing Sheng Mingying's words, she paused slightly, then opened her lips as if to speak.
But before she could say anything, Aunt Qi smiled and said, "Madam, it was Miss Zhou who made it."
Qi Ma did not sit at the table; she served Sheng Mingying breakfast from behind.
So, as soon as Sheng Mingying said those words, she spoke up.
She watched Zhou Yi make these noodles almost the entire time.
It was Zhou Yi who made it.
correct.
Aunt Qi continued, "Miss Zhou handled everything from seasonings and soup making to selecting vegetables and cooking methods."
Hearing Qi Ma's words, Sheng Mingying's surprise intensified: "I felt this noodle dish must be good even before I've tasted it."
"Zhou Yi, you're amazing."
Sheng Mingying looked at Zhou Yi, her eyes filled with admiration after the initial surprise.
Zhou Yi quickly said, "No, no, Madam, I only did part of it. Aunt Qi was also doing it, and she's been working with me the whole time without taking a break."
Sheng Mingying shook her head with a smile: "You silly child, do you think I don't know what kind of cooking I have?"
"If she could make noodles like this, she would have made them for me long ago. She wouldn't have only shown up now."
"I'll try it now."
"Try the noodles."
After speaking, Sheng Mingying picked up a spoon and scooped up a mouthful of soup. The soup was really beautiful, a light greenish-blue color that made people feel relaxed just looking at it.
As the soup enters the mouth, a savory flavor spreads between the lips and teeth.
This is the freshness of fresh vegetables, the freshness of water from the Tianshan Mountains air-freighted in, and the freshness of wheat flour that has just been milled.
The various umami flavors instantly satisfy the taste buds like never before.
Sheng Mingying shook her head, then shook her head again, then looked at Zhou Yi, then at Wenren Chen.
As the noodles were placed in front of Wenren Chen and the tableware was set out, Sheng Mingying and Wenren Teng picked up their chopsticks and began to eat the noodles.
His expression showed no abnormality; he couldn't tell that the noodles were anything special, as if they were just an ordinary meal, nothing different from anything else.
However, he chewed a little slower than usual.
He was savoring, carefully tasting the noodles.
The noodles suited his taste.
No wonder Xiao Liu wanted noodles.
So this is Zhou Yi's specialty dish.
Zhou Yi shook her head at Sheng Mingying, her heart tightening: "Madam, is it not to your liking?"