This foreign aid is ridiculously strong

After Enxi covered up Lin Cheng's criminal evidence, the two got together to watch the little girl's favorite "Little Penguin Pororo".

While watching TV, Lin Cheng was explaining to the little girl the details of taking the blame, and Enxi listened very attentively.

After a while, the cartoon was over. Zheng Shiyan's dinner was not yet ready. Lin Cheng and the little girl strolled closer to the kitchen.

“Sister Shiyan, are you making miso soup?”

"Um."

Zheng Shiyan responded and carefully chopped the radish in her hand.

If other dishes are semi-finished products bought in the supermarket, the miso soup is completely made by Zheng Siyan.

However, it can also be seen that her movements are not skillful, and she definitely does not have many opportunities to cook.

The little girl pulled the stove and watched her mother's movements curiously.

Zheng Shiyan picked up a piece of radish and gave it to the little girl.

Enxi held the raw radish slices in her little hands and took two bites like a little hamster, with a satisfied look on her face.

"Are the radishes cut by mom delicious?"

"tasty."

The little girl was very supportive, and Zheng Shiyan was a little happy.

Then the little girl added: "But it seems a bit thick. The radish that Sister Yan cuts should be thinner."

Zheng Shiyan lowered her eyes, "If you have nothing to do, go out and watch TV. Don't disturb mom from doing things."

"oh."

The little girl agreed, but she just moved to Lin Cheng's feet and continued to stand on tiptoe to watch her mother cook.

Being stared at by two people, one big and one small, Zheng Shiyan felt inexplicably a little stressed.

After cutting the radish, Zheng Shiyan opened the lid of the soup pot that was being boiled and prepared to throw the radish in.

Lin Cheng raised his head and took a look: "Why don't you fish out the dried anchovies? Isn't it better to fish them out?"

Although he has never done it himself, Lin Cheng understands the general steps after watching Han Shuyan's operation many times.

Hearing Lin Cheng's words, Zheng Shiyan put down the radish she was holding in her hand and picked up the colander next to her, "Of course you have to pick up the anchovies, but you can actually put the radish in first."

Lin Cheng snickered, Zheng Shiyan was obviously being tough.

After taking out the dried anchovies, Zheng Shiyan was about to add the radishes, but Lin Cheng spoke again: "Should we put the potatoes first? The potatoes need to be cooked longer, and the radishes should be put in later."

Zheng Shiyan paused, put down the radish, turned around and poured the cut potatoes on the side into the pot, and then prepared to put the radish in again.

Lin Cheng quickly stopped him: "No, no! You have to close the lid and cook for a while before adding the radishes, otherwise the radishes will be cooked to pieces and the potatoes will still be hard."

Enxi echoed loudly: "Potatoes are hard and not tasty. Enxi likes to eat softer ones."

Zheng Shiyan raised her eyebrows, put down the radish, and closed the lid.

Lin Cheng chuckled: "Sister Shiyan, how did you make miso soup in the past? If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. I've read that Sister Shiyan has made it many times."

Zheng Shiyan glanced at him, lowered her head and slowly chopped green onions.

But the little girl Enxi raised her head in approval and said, "Uncle is so awesome!"

Lin Cheng showed off proudly, "Actually, miso soup is very simple. Make the soup first, put potatoes first, tofu last, and other ingredients in the middle. So easy."

Zheng Shiyan said nothing and focused on the movements in her hands.

Boom, boom, boom.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Lin Cheng felt that the sound of the blade hitting the cutting board suddenly became louder.

Later, other vegetables were added in sequence. After the water boiled, Zheng Shiyan added miso and tofu.

Lin Cheng objected: "Why don't you add chili noodles? Chili sauce soup is super delicious with rice."

"I make miso soup without adding chili pepper."

The little girl reminded loudly: "But last time Enxi saw that her mother had put chili pepper in it?"

Zheng Shiyan’s face was expressionless: “From today on, our family’s miso soup will no longer contain chili pepper.”

Lin Cheng felt a little pity, "Oh! Sister Shiyan, there must be something wrong with your cooking. It actually tastes better if you add chili pepper. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try."

"ah!"

Zheng Shiyan couldn't bear it anymore, "Lin Cheng, please stop talking. Everyone makes miso soup in a different way."

"Just leave it to my sister to do this. You two can watch quietly there, or go out and watch TV."

Seeing her mother's dissatisfaction, the little girl was so frightened that she quickly shrank back and hugged Lin Cheng's legs, revealing one eye and looking at her carefully.

Weak, pitiful and helpless.

Lin Cheng knelt down and hugged the little girl, patted her body comfortingly, turned around and coughed dryly: "Sister Shiyan, I won't bash you anymore, that..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Cheng got stuck.

When he squatted down and turned his head, his angle was right in front of Zheng Shiyan's slender black stocking legs under the black butt-covering skirt. The distance was too close, and Lin Cheng's head suddenly went numb.

Zheng Shiyan's legs were slender and well-proportioned. Her delicate feet, wearing only black stockings, stepped on the wooden floor. The contrast between the black and the wood-colored floor made Lin Cheng unable to help but take a second look.

Why! It's April, and this complicated world wants to disrupt Brother Cheng's concentration again.

Lin Cheng was inexplicably distracted and quickly looked away.

"Uncle." The little girl stretched out her little hand and poked Lin Cheng's arm.

"Um?"

"Mom is actually not fierce. Uncle, don't be afraid."

Seeing Lin Cheng's appearance, Enxi wanted to comfort him in turn, but thinking of her mother's behavior just now, she felt that this sentence was not convincing.

Lin Cheng poked Enxi's little head with his forehead in a funny way, "Uncle is not afraid, Enxi will protect uncle, right?"

The little girl nodded vigorously, opened her short hands to protect Lin Cheng, and mustered up the courage to look at her mother:

"Mom, don't be cruel to uncle, otherwise... or else..."

After thinking about it and not knowing how to say harsh words, the little girl stammered out: "Otherwise Enxi will be sad."

Lin Cheng almost laughed out loud, the little girl was so interesting.

Zheng Shiyan ignored the two drama queens, one big and one small. She turned around and scooped up a small spoonful of soup with a spoon and tasted it, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong? Does it taste good?"

Zheng Shiyan pursed her lips and handed the spoon to Lin Cheng, "Try it."

Lin Cheng tasted it and wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion: "The taste doesn't seem so...perfect?"

Unable to figure out what went wrong, Zheng Shiyan wondered whether it was because of Lin Cheng's gesticulation that there was a small accident in today's miso soup.

"Mom, can you give Enxi a taste too?"

Seeing the little girl looking at her eagerly, Zheng Shiyan put the spoon to the little girl's mouth again.

The little girl took a sip gently and narrowed her eyes with satisfaction, "It tastes good."

Lin Cheng: "???"

Zheng Shiyan: “???”

Does this little girl have a different sense of taste than us?