Chapter 77 - 77: Guidance

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A moment later, Min Nan placed the stool at the door. It was cooler because the door was more airy.

Seeing Ye Ling supervising Min Nan’s cooking, Wan Feng felt much more at ease and left contentedly.

Ye Ling sat on the stool and suggested, “Let’s have boiled noodles for dinner tonight.”

Although making noodles required kneading and mixing, it was still much simpler than preparing several dishes.

Min Nan nodded and opened the flour bag in the cupboard. Just as he was about to take out the flour, he hesitated for a moment. Then, he looked at Ye Ling with a puzzled expression in his eyes.

Ye Ling found this amusing and stifled her laughter with her hand, speaking gently, “Four bowls of flour.”

Min Nan poured four bowls of flour into the basin. Ye Ling continued, “About two bowls of water. Slowly add it to the flour while stirring.”

Ye Ling had initially thought about suggesting the use of warm water, but she decided against it. After all, Min Nan was cooking tonight, so she didn’t want to make things difficult for him. She thought it best to keep it simple.

After the water was added to the flour, it was time for kneading. For someone as strong as Min Nan, kneading the dough was a relatively simple task.

Once the dough was kneaded, Ye Ling instructed Min Nan to heat the pot, pour in some peanut oil, and fry an egg for each person.

When it was time to flip the eggs, Ye Ling reminded Min Nan to do so.

Inside the cramped kitchen, the sizzling sound of eggs meeting hot oil filled the air. A subtle aroma wafted through the kitchen, carrying the essence of everyday life.

Min Nan followed Ye Ling’s instructions word for word without hesitation. Whatever she said, he did. Their coordination was so seamless that he managed to fry five perfectly golden eggs, both sides included. He felt a sense of achievement welling up within him.

In the midst of this harmonious atmosphere, as he listened to Ye Ling’s sweet and gentle voice, he suddenly found himself lost in a fantasy. He imagined that they were a married couple, with her teaching him how to cook in the kitchen while smiling affectionately at him as he worked at the stove.

This illusory daydream left Min Nan feeling blissfully dizzy with happiness.

He discreetly stole a glance at Ye Ling. When their eyes met, it felt as if the air around them thickened.

Meanwhile, Ye Ling had also been sizing up Min Nan. She thought that Min Nan, with his tall and robust physique, looked a bit out of place yet amusingly charming while busy around the stove.

She hadn’t anticipated Min Nan suddenly looking up at her. Feeling somewhat awkward, she hastened to speak in order to cover up her inner turmoil, “The water is almost boiling. You can divide the dough into pieces and drop them in. ”

Min Nan retracted his gaze and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up. He reached out and plucked a small piece of dough. He raised it and asked Ye Ling, “Is this size okay?”

“Just a little smaller would be fine.”

Once the noodles were in the pot, Ye Ling directed Min Nan to add seasonings. She used precise measurements, such as “two spoonfuls of salt,” “one spoonful of dark soy sauce,” and “two spoonfuls of sesame oil.”

For the first time in his life, Min Nan felt that adding seasonings was no longer a mysterious and dreadful task.

With their perfect coordination, dinner was soon ready.

Min Nan gazed at the pot of cooked noodles with normal color and a delightful aroma. He found it hard to believe. Had he made this? It was truly remarkable.

Turning to Ye Ling with a smile, he said, “We could cook like this from now on. I’ll take care of it, so you won’t get tired.”

Ye Ling felt that it was more exhausting to direct someone else like this than to cook herself. She was always concerned that Min Nan might make a mistake or get splattered with hot oil. She wished she could just step in and do it herself.

Ye Ling smiled and encouraged Min Nan, “You’ve done a fantastic job with this meal. It’s really great.”

Hearing Ye Ling’s straightforward praise, Min Nan’s heart warmed, and he felt a sweet sensation. He hadn’t felt this elated even when he achieved first place in a training competition in the military and received a commendation from his superiors.

The two of them scooped the noodles into bowls and then placed a fried egg with golden sides in each bowl. A simple and delicious dinner was ready.

During the meal, Wan Feng still couldn’t believe that Min Nan was capable o cooking such a meal. He looked at Min Nan with a mischievous expression a said, “Min Nan, did you hide your skills in the past and deliberately perfunct us? Does your cooking suddenly become competent when Lingling is around?”

Wan Hai glanced at Wan Feng and retorted, “What do you know? Lingling taught me well. Lingling, you should teach me next time. I suddenly feel like my cooking skills are salvageable.”

Upon hearing Wan Hails words, before Ye Ling could say anything, Min Nan promptly objected, “No!”

How could he let the warmth and beauty of the atmosphere in the kitchen be duplicated with Ye Ling and others?!