Although Song Nuan was afraid of the kitchen, she was unwilling to let the newcomer Daphne snatch the opportunity to impress. Without hesitation, she reached out to grab the shopping bags:
"How can Western pastries be as nutritious as our authentic Chinese breakfast? Aunt Qing has just recovered from a serious injury, and nutritional replenishment is very important."
"I can cook Chinese food too, let me do it!"
Daphne said, instinctively dodging.
Chen Xiao watched the two women start to fight over the task. Relying on his quick eyes and hands, he grabbed the shopping bags first and said with a wry smile:
"Let me do it. You two keep my mother company."
Saying that, regardless of the two women's reactions, he went into the kitchen to prepare.
Although he was on leave today and didn't have to rush to work, he planned to visit Jinfang Pharmaceutical to see if Jin Yongping and Xia Qianqian had completed the relevant transfer procedures. So, he set aside the various ingredients bought by Song Nuan and Chen Qing, then casually circulated the mysterious, wordless golden formula in his mind and made four bowls of clear soup noodles, commonly known as 'Yangchun Mian', and served them.
Song Nuan and Daphne were doing their best to curry favor with Chen Qing. Seeing that Chen Xiao had only been in the kitchen for less than ten minutes before bringing out a steaming breakfast, they were somewhat taken aback.
And when they saw that what Chen Xiao made was Yangchun Mian, which even a three-year-old child could make, Chen Qing, who had been smiling from ear to ear a moment before, immediately pulled a long face:
"Chen Xiao, aren't you on leave today? How can you fob me off with Yangchun Mian?"
She had raised Chen Xiao alone from childhood, and had to support her insatiable maternal relatives. She had been so busy all year round that she was sick of Yangchun Mian. Now, Chen Xiao was actually serving Yangchun Mian to Song Nuan and Daphne, so of course she was unhappy. As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but sternly tell Chen Xiao:
"Hurry back to the kitchen and make something else that Nuan Nuan and Daphne like."
Song Nuan lived a life of luxury and had long tasted all sorts of high-end delicacies from around the world, so she naturally disdained the bland Yangchun Mian. However, in order to please Chen Xiao, she immediately said without thinking:
"Aunt Qing, there's no need for such trouble. I really like eating Yangchun Mian."
Saying that, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
To make Chen Qing believe her words, she deliberately put on a look of intense enjoyment and delight, as if the bland Yangchun Mian in her bowl was actually the "Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow Soup" newly launched by Partridge Sky.
But as soon as the first bite of Yangchun Mian touched her tongue, she was stunned by the indescribable lingering fragrance on her lips and teeth, a sensation she only experienced when enjoying Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow Soup.
"Chen Xiao, your cooking skills are too superb! Why is such an ordinary-looking bowl of Yangchun Mian so delicious? Slurp—"
In her shock, she ate ravenously as if she had been starved for days, without any regard for her image. A whole bowl of Yangchun Mian, as large as two palms, was quickly half-eaten. Her delicate and beautiful cheeks were puffed out, her sexy lips moved rapidly as if equipped with an engine, and her slender, white neck repeated the swallowing motion frantically.
"This..."
Daphne was dumbfounded, her face full of surprise, and she thought to herself with disdain:
"This guy is too much of a sycophant! I've never eaten domestic instant noodles, but how delicious can plain noodles with just oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and chopped scallions be?"
Despite her disdain, Daphne also wanted to take the opportunity to please Chen Xiao.
Fearing that Song Nuan would get ahead of her, she ignored the heat and picked up the unfamiliar chopsticks, quickly夹了一口面条 into her mouth, and said with feigned flattery:
"Yes, yes, yes! Aunt Qing, let's just eat the Yangchun Mian made by Dr. Chen. I've never eaten authentic Chinese Yangchun Mian before!"
"Ah..."
Seeing her aggressive eating posture, Chen Qing was so startled that she let out a scream:
"Silly girl, be careful of burning your mouth..."
But before Chen Qing could finish speaking, Daphne, who was not good at using chopsticks with one hand, was already using both hands, holding a chopstick in each hand and shoveling noodles into her mouth, exclaiming vaguely:
"Oh! My God! Eastern cuisine is even more delicious than recorded on television! I've lived my whole life in vain! Huhu—"
As she spoke, she threw away the clumsy chopsticks, regardless of the heat, and switched to using her bare hands to shovel the noodles into her mouth, eating with great relish and complete absorption.
"Uh..."
Chen Qing was dumbfounded and completely stunned. Gradually, her face showed distress, and she murmured with emotion:
"These two children are too pitiful. They must have been hungry often, otherwise, how could they eat a bowl of Yangchun Mian so deliciously?"
Seeing that their bowls were almost empty, she hurriedly said with a look of pity:
"You two silly girls, eat slowly. There's plenty!"
Saying that, she raised her eyebrows and urged Chen Xiao:
"You brat, what are you standing there for? Can't you see Nuan Nuan and Daphne are starving? Hurry up and wash and chop the ingredients I bought!"