"Whatever you want to eat, uncle will make it for you." Ye Qi squatted down and scratched the baby's little nose.

"You are a guest, how can you let you cook, you don't have to take the child's unscrupulous words to heart." Fan Su didn't expect him to really take the baby's words seriously.

Ye Qi stood up and said: "It's okay, as long as the baby is happy, whoever does it is the same, but the little guy doesn't like to eat?" ”

"As long as it's not too greasy, she's not a picky eater." Fan Su gently stroked the baby's little head, and secretly swore in her heart that for the sake of the baby, she would hold on even if the road ahead was difficult.

"Okay, then let's go grocery shopping."

Ye Qi picked up the baby, pulled Fan Su and rushed to the vegetable market next to the community

It is said that since Ye Qi had a life exchange system and his cooking skills reached the level of the God of Food, he had never really cooked except for trying to compete with Wu Zihan once.

Because he is usually single and lazy, unless Ye Mo comes to him to eat, he usually goes to the restaurant outside to solve the problem.

Ye Qi was tinkering in the kitchen at this time, and Baobao and Fan Su's mother and daughter were invited out of the kitchen by him. The reason is that the smell of fumes in the kitchen is too strong, and he is afraid that the two beauties will be smoked, and his remarks are so amused that the mother and daughter are alive.

At Ye Qi's insistence, they could only obediently watch TV and wait for tonight's dinner.

"Mom, tell you secretly, Uncle Ye can cook, the baby ate a lot last night."

The baby sat in Fan Su's arms with half-squinted eyes, and his expression was completely intoxicated by the pot of green vegetables and lean porridge last night.

"Does the baby like uncle very much?"

Fan Su looked at the TV and was distracted, she saw that the baby praised Ye Qi so much, and somehow the scene of the day appeared in front of her eyes, so she asked this question very smoothly.

"Well, the baby knows that mom loves uncle too." Children are the most innocent, they don't understand the kind of affection and love between adults, and in their innocent world, there are only two feelings: likes and dislikes.

Although Fan Su knew that the baby's love had nothing to do with love, she still had the feeling that someone had pierced the window paper.

"Hey, Mom, why is your face so red?" The baby inadvertently looked up and found that his mother was as red as a watermelon pulp.

"Ah, because the weather is so hot, my mother's face is red from the heat."

Fan Su didn't know how to explain to the child, and even she didn't know what kind of feelings she had for Ye Qi. She felt conflicted and always felt sorry for her dead husband.

"The baby doesn't feel hot, and the baby's face is not hot, is the mother sick?" The little one was always so caring for her mother that she stood up and put her forehead on her mother's forehead.

It's like when my mother took her temperature when she was sick as a child.

"I'm not sick." The baby left its mother's forehead, and its small eyebrows were furrowed, like a little adult.

The baby wanted to continue to discuss the cause of the blush, but at this time, the fragrance wafting from the kitchen attracted her, and she immediately put aside the good question.

"What does it smell like, it's so fragrant!"

Fan Su also shrugged his nose, and then muttered with an intoxicated expression: "This smell is so good, it's like standing in a field of rape flowers." ”

The tempting aroma alone is not enough, the sound of chopping and stir-frying in the kitchen is very clear. The collision is like a clever instrumentalist playing percussion, and you don't need a gorgeous background sound to hit a cheerful and free rhythm.

It's still cooking there, and it's clearly a kind of enjoyment, a collision of deliciousness and passion.

"Food~~"

Ye Qi Scholar Shopkeeper shouted like that, and walked out of the kitchen with a smile and a groan.

"Hmm~ It seems, let the baby taste it first." The baby stared at the few dishes Ye Qi was carrying, and he couldn't wait to go up and grab it directly.

"Come, it's all home-cooked dishes, but the taste is different." Ye Qi put the dishes on the tray on the table and made a table etiquette to the mother and daughter.

The baby climbed on the table to take a look, only to see four dishes and one soup spread on the table.

The four dishes are celery mixed with dried shreds, stir-fried lettuce, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and the last dish is boiled cabbage.

"Why isn't this boiled cabbage shredded? And there is not even a single ingredient to be seen, and there is no trace of fried oil, just like the one that has been floated in the water. ”

Fan Su picked up half of a cabbage leaf that was no different from lettuce, put it to his mouth and gently asked for the next bite.

There was a crunch sound, as if it was really going to be on a lettuce leaf, and when you tasted it, you found that it was cooked, and there were streams of soup bursting in your mouth. The refreshing taste of the cabbage and the smoothness of the soup are indescribable. What's even more rare is that there is a fresh pastoral flavor in the soup.

"How so, why is there soup in the cabbage?" Fan Su covered his mouth, almost letting the soup in the cabbage flow out of his mouth.

"Huh." Ye Qi chuckled before saying, "This cabbage is the best and most difficult dish to make." It is said to be easy to make because it can be made into a dish whether it is fried with fish or meat, or fried, stewed, and fried separately. It is said that it is difficult to make, that is because the cabbage itself has no taste, and if you want to make it a façade, then you must pay attention to the control of the taste of the person who cooks. ”

Fan Su picked up half a cabbage leaf again, put it in his mouth and took a bite, and said in a vague voice: "Wait, you haven't said why there is soup in it, and it's still radish flavored?" ”

"Of course, because it's a radish soup I specially made, but it's very nourishing. As for this practice, it will be kept secret for the time being. ”

"Hmph, just forget it." Fan Su gave Ye Qi a rare glance, perhaps because of today's incident, the relationship between the two has been pulled in a lot.

In fact, Ye Qi's boiled cabbage is easy to say, but it is difficult to say. The cabbage is easy to make, just cut the cabbage leaf into two pieces and pass it through boiling water.

The difficulty is how to inject the soup into the green leaves.

Ye Qi is using his ingenious technique to pick out the tendons in the cabbage, and it is still without destroying the overall effect of the leaves, so it requires meticulous carving.

The soup is then poured into the rib channel, so that the soup that still exudes heat can cook the half-raw leaves directly.

So when you bite into it, you will have a crispy feeling on the outside and crispy on the inside.

"Hmm~ Uncle Ye's cabbage is as delicious as porridge." The baby smashed this small mouth, and he was still unsatisfied with this boiled cabbage. It's just that there are so many cabbages, and most of them still go into her little belly.

After tasting the cabbage, the mother and daughter impatiently started to the celery, and one of them stuffed it into his mouth with a large chopstick.

"Woo~ Xiaoqi, you are really amazing, Huang Qin can be made by you and can't taste the smell of medicine."

You must know that yellow celery is a kind of celery with a strong Chinese herbal flavor, and many people who have not eaten celery generally have no appetite when they smell the taste, just like people who are not used to eating coriander find coriander unpalatable.

But Ye Qi's fried plate of celery can't taste the medicinal taste at all, and it won't have that sweet and bitter taste in the mouth, and with the mellow and long flavor of dried tofu, even people who have never eaten celery will have a great appetite for it.

There is also the plate of fried lettuce, which looks verdant and green, with patches of crystal clear green, like pieces of flawless jasper, which makes people can't bear to spoil its beauty.

However, its burst of fragrance tempted the mother and daughter to use chopsticks to taste, and the food was smooth, crispy, tender, fresh and pleasant, which made people unable to extricate themselves.

Finally, there is the soup, which is a very ordinary egg drop soup, where the eggs are evenly blended into the soup, and there are no clotted eggs together.

After taking a bite of egg soup, I can't feel whether it is an egg or a soup, the two seem to be fused into each other, there are eggs in the soup, and there is soup in the eggs.

Fan Su no longer asked him how he did it, anyway, for his sake, he wouldn't say that it would be better to grab a few more chopsticks if he had this time. The baby can't take care of the mother at this time, and the food is naturally ready to eat before it can stop.

Ye Qi looked at the mother and daughter competing for food with a smile, and a faint sense of accomplishment arose. Even if he was born in the competition with Wu Zihan that day, he can't compare with it.

Maybe this kind of plain warmth is what he wants most, and plain is true.