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The fragrance also wafted into her nose. Song Xinxi looked at the shortbread, not knowing what expression to show at this moment.

She stared blankly at her daughter who had never cooked before. She wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out in the end.

Lin Sisi didn't notice Song Xinxi's complicated expression. She turned off the kitchen gas, washed her hands, and then held her shoulders and pushed her out, saying happily, "Mom, don't stand there. Come over and try the breakfast I made."

She had already pushed Song Xinxi to the front of the table, and considerately pulled out a chair for Song Xinxi to sit down. She then turned around and ran into the kitchen to put the freshly fried pastries on the table, and then served a bowl of freshly cooked eight-treasure porridge to her. Her movements were smooth and flowing, without any sign of panic.

Song Xinxi looked down at the bowl of porridge in front of her. It was mixed with red beans, yellow beans, mung beans and lotus seeds. The rich fragrance she smelled before came from this source. It tasted particularly good just by looking at it.

Lin Sisi had prepared everything thoughtfully. As soon as she pulled out a chair and sat down, she suddenly thought of something and asked, "Mom, do you want to wake Xiaoyu up to eat?"

Perhaps noticing Song Xinxi's uncomfortable expression, Lin Sisi subconsciously asked, "What's wrong, Mom? Isn't it delicious?"

Having said that, she scooped a spoonful of the carefully cooked eight-treasure porridge and took a bite. The taste met her expectations in every aspect and she didn't taste anything wrong.

Then why does she look a little unhappy?

Lin Sisi was a little confused, so she looked at Song Xinxi with a puzzled look, hoping that she could explain it.

Seeing her daughter say that, Song Xinxi picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of the eight-treasure porridge. The taste was sweet and thick, and no matter how many mouthfuls she took, she never felt it was too sweet. Then she smiled and said, "No, no, it tastes great. I just didn't expect that you, Xiaoqian, are so sensible. I was a little overwhelmed for a while."

Song Xinxi looked up at her daughter and praised her with a smile, "Xiaoqian cooked so well for the first time. It was such a surprise. To be honest, I was a little worried at first."

Hearing Song Xinxi say this, Lin Sisi finally understood something. It turned out that the reason why she didn't look very happy at the beginning was because she was worried about this matter.

She puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction and said, "Mom, look at what you are saying. Although this is my first time cooking, I have seen other people do it this way on the Internet. After all, I am so smart. If I read the tutorials a few more times, my hands will also be able to do it. Today I wanted to take advantage of this and make you happy, but you are still worried that I will make some dark dishes to poison you..."

Dissatisfied, she held the spoon and put some more eight-treasure porridge into her mouth. She felt that the taste this time was better than the ones she made before, so she ate a few more bites.

Then he thought of something and pushed the shortbread on the table in front of Song Xinxi, saying with a smile, "Mom, try this first and see how it tastes. I saw people making it this way online, and I heard that it tastes especially delicious when paired with porridge, so I tried making it. I kneaded the dough so hard that my fingers were sore."

In order to let Song Xinxi eat with peace of mind, Lin Sisi even said that she would go and call Xiaoyu to get up for dinner, and then she disappeared in a flash.

Song Xinxi looked at her daughter's back and shook her head helplessly.

Although she wanted to explain that she was not worried about the food her daughter cooked being bad cuisine, after all, no matter what she cooked, she would definitely eat it even if it tasted terrible, but if she had to explain it, she couldn't.

Although she had said before that she would cook herself, Song Xinxi thought that was just something she said on a whim, and maybe she would forget it in a few days and not take it seriously. But when she didn't expect her daughter to cook so well today, she was surprised at first, then happy, and in the end she always felt a strong sense of incongruity, but if she wanted to explain it, Song Xinxi couldn't find the source.

This scene continued until her daughter came out holding Xiaoyu's hand. When Song Yu smelled the fragrance and rushed to the table, clamoring to eat the porridge made by his sister, Song Xinxi finally digested the matter.

I should be happy that my daughter has this talent.

He had a sour face just now, and my daughter must be unhappy.

Lin Sisi put her hands on her waist and said, "Xiaoyu, go wash up first. You can eat after you wash up."

Seeing his sister's serious expression, Song Yu pouted. Although he didn't say anything, his expression still showed that he was extremely reluctant. In the end, he could only tiptoe to the bathroom and wash up obediently.

There were only two of them left at the table. Song Xinxi took out her phone and took a few photos. The clicking sound attracted Lin Sisi, who blinked curiously and asked her why she was taking photos. Song Xinxi said happily, "Take them for your father to see. Let him be envious."

Lin Sisi finally understood something, scratched her head a little embarrassedly, and said with a grin, "It's just breakfast. When dad has time to come back, I will formally cook a table of delicious dishes for you to taste my cooking skills. After all, I promised you this before, and I can't go back on my word easily. Also, I have been studying very hard recently."

These are all lies. Lin Sisi can cook. Although she doesn’t know a lot, she can still cook well.

I said this just because I didn't want Song Xinxi to become suspicious.

And seeing her complicated expression just now, Lin Sisi was sure that it was because she cooked such a perfect meal that it slightly ruined Song Xiaoqian's personality that she had never cooked. Now she had to try her best to make up for this matter.

Song Xinxi had already sent those photos to Song Yingan, who had gotten up early and was looking at documents at the company. She was wondering why those photos were sent out for no reason, but she felt terrible after seeing the words at the bottom.

If it weren't for the fact that things have been happening one after another recently and the tight schedule, he, as the company's boss, really couldn't spare the time, and he might have driven back by now.

After hearing what her daughter said and seeing the crying emoticon sent by Song Yingan, Song Xinxi couldn't stop smiling and was so happy.

She also sent a smug emoticon to Song Ying'an, then she put down her phone and smiled softly at her daughter, "Even if it's just breakfast, it's made me happy for a long time. But Xiaoqian, your hands are for painting and creating art. If you bump into something while cooking, mom will still be very worried. But Xiaoqian, as a mother, I will definitely support whatever she decides to do, but the premise is to ensure your own safety, understand."

Lin Sisi scratched his head embarrassedly and hummed.

"I know, mom. I won't hurt myself. Don't worry."

Speaking of painting, the day before yesterday I made such a big noise within half a day of going to school that I ended up spending the whole afternoon lying in the infirmary.

She wasn't an art student before, so she didn't understand this aspect.

But the first time I went to school, I just sat in class, which didn’t seem like something that suited me as an art student.

But if she really started painting as soon as she arrived, it would be the end of her life.

After all, she knew nothing about painting, and if she was exposed, she would be finished.

Once she thought about this, Lin Sisi was somewhat thankful that she had to lie in the infirmary for the entire afternoon, although the price was not small.

During this time, Lin Sisi and Song Xinxi talked a little more. Little Song Yu washed up as quickly as he could and ran over with his short legs. He didn't even wipe the water droplets off his face. He looked very anxious.

"I'm hungry. I want to eat the porridge my sister made."

Having said that, he climbed up onto the chair and sat down, holding the bowl of porridge and started eating without stopping at all.

Lin Sisi couldn't help laughing as she watched him wolf down the food. She was just about to tell him not to eat too fast or he would choke, but an accident really happened the next second.

Song Yu covered his neck and couldn't stop coughing. His face turned red from coughing. Fortunately, Lin Sisi quickly poured him a glass of water, and Song Yu recovered.

Song Xinxi patted his back in worry, and couldn't help blaming him. Song Yu poked his finger aggrievedly and said, "The porridge made by my sister is really delicious. I just want to eat more..."