Chapter 121: Chapter 117: A Wise Man Knows When to Yield

The Lin family.

Lin Weilin rarely gets a day off at home, and he’s currently playing puzzles with his son Lin Pengyi in the living room, enjoying this rare father-son bonding time.

In the kitchen, Qu Qing has been busy for an hour, finally preparing a table full of delicious dishes.

She carries the dishes to the dining room, seeing the father and son engrossed in their play, a wave of happiness fills her heart.

She smiles and calls out, “Husband, Pengpeng, come wash your hands and eat!”

“Hey, okay, be right there!”

Lin Weilin looks up at her call, responds, and puts down the puzzle, then turns to his son with warmth: “Pengpeng, let’s go, let dad take you to wash your hands, and we’ll continue the puzzle after dinner.”

But to his surprise…

His son flatly refused: “Dad, I don’t want to eat, I want to eat at kindergarten.”

Lin Weilin was taken aback, a wave of inexplicable astonishment came over him.

He thought his son would happily follow him to wash hands and eat, but he didn’t expect his son to make such a request.

Looking into his son’s determined eyes, Lin Weilin tried to persuade him with sweet words.

But the end result…

Was a complete failure!

Qu Qing saw Lin Yipeng use his old tricks again, and she immediately became furious and impatiently said, “Let him eat if he wants, don’t bother, when he’s hungry enough, he’ll naturally look for food!”

Lin Weilin, known for pampering his son, felt his wife’s approach was a bit extreme, he frowned with concern and softly retorted, “This isn’t good, the child is still young, what if he becomes weak from hunger?”

Fine, my approach isn’t good, then you handle it…” Qu Qing felt that her good intentions were ignored, so she decided to hand off the responsibility entirely.

Lin Weilin: “…”

Realizing the kindergarten is just a short distance away, he decided to take his son there to see, hoping he’d give up and eat properly.

A moment later.

The father and son, hand in hand, arrived at the entrance of Dorami Kindergarten.

Of course.

What greeted them was a firmly closed “Iron General” door.

Lin Weilin pointed at the heavy sliding door and patiently explained to Pengpeng, “Look, the kindergarten’s door is shut, and no one is inside, how can you eat there?”

The little guy said nothing, he quietly walked closer, peering through the door. When he saw the kindergarten was deserted and silent, his eyes slightly widened with some surprise and confusion.

Seeing his son’s persistence, Lin Weilin grabbed his hand and gently said, “Come on, Pengpeng, let’s go home for dinner, or the food will get cold.”

But Pengpeng still refused to go straight home: “Dad, can we not go back home?”

“Why not go home?”

“Let’s go to Qingqing’s house…”

“Why go to Qingqing’s house?”

“Qingqing’s dad said that on off days, mom and dad can take me to his house for meals…”

Lin Weilin: “…”

Son oh son, that was just being polite, and here you are, taking it seriously…

He really couldn’t bring himself to go bother someone for a meal.

Besides, they don’t even know each other well!

“Dad doesn’t know where Qingqing’s home is!”

“Then you… then you call and ask!”

“I don’t have their number!”

“Then ask on WeChat!”

Knowing this kid was stubborn, not giving up easily, he reluctantly added Huang Jun’s WeChat in front of his son.

But got no response.

After waiting for a while, Lin Yipeng resignedly headed back home first.

Originally, Qu Qing and Lin Weilin thought that after seeing kindergarten for himself, their son would obediently eat, but they were wrong…

He still refused to eat and kept shouting to go to Qingqing’s house for dinner.

Qu Qing cast her husband a “this is your so-called good idea, and this is the result” exasperated look, and simultaneously shouted at Pengpeng: “Get to the table and eat, don’t push me to spank you…”

Pengpeng was not afraid at all, loudly insisting: “I want to go to Qingqing’s house to eat, mom’s cooking is not tasty!”

“Fine, my cooking isn’t tasty, you’re not allowed to eat it anymore, let you starve!”

Qu Qing was infuriated, she simply ignored him, calling Lin Weilin: “Honey, dinner!”

“Wow… today’s meal looks delicious, I’m starving!” Lin Weilin praised, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, and began eating.

Seeing no one paying attention to him, Pengpeng sat grumpily on the floor and started throwing a tantrum: “I want to go to Qingqing’s house to eat, I want to go to Qingqing’s house to eat!”

He shouted loudly, causing great annoyance with his racket!

Heads were throbbing painfully!

Qu Qing glanced at Lin Weilin.

Lin Weilin understood immediately, “I want to go to Qingqing’s house to eat, I want to go to Qingqing’s house to eat…”

“Slap!”

Qu Qing slapped Lin Weilin hard: “I told you, enough!”

At that moment!

Pengpeng was startled and stopped crying.

Seeing his mom getting serious, even hitting dad, he immediately knew it was time to give in, stopped fussing, and got up from the floor right away.

“If you don’t go eat your meal properly, I’ll hit you too!”

Pengpeng pouted, sluggishly walked towards the dining table, climbed up, and started shoveling the food in the bowl with his spoon.

The will to survive is strong!

There are many mischievous kids like Pengpeng, but not many parents like Lin Weilin who indulge their children, or like Qu Qing who can’t bear to discipline them. Some parents, annoyed by the chaos, would directly take action, leaving two palm prints on the child’s butt, to let him know the consequences of unreasonable troublemaking.

And just like that.

The whole world became much quieter!

…

Lake Scenic Area.

“Phew, finally all done…”

Yang Yuxi and the others leaned back in their chairs with relief, stretching their tired bodies, their eyes falling onto the array of various kebabs on the table, unable to suppress their joy.

They were all imagining tonight’s barbecue.

Meanwhile, Huang Jun began preparing a belated lunch for everyone… fried rice noodles.

There are many ways to make fried noodles, with different ingredients for different seasons. In spring, some use shredded cabbage; in summer, they use mung bean sprouts; others use pickles, and in winter they might use wormwood.

The essence of fried rice noodles lies in the choice of ingredients, only with locally sourced millet noodles can you achieve that unique hometown flavor.

Before frying, the dry rice noodles should be soaked in cold water for about twenty minutes until they are fully hydrated, then drained—this ensures the noodles are both tender and chewy when fried.

Additionally, dried shrimp and eel slices are important accompaniments to enhance the umami of fried rice noodles.

Before cooking, soak them briefly in rice wine, not only to remove any fishy smell and enhance flavor but also to make them more flavorful during frying.

The sound of “chop chop chop” echoed in the sky, with the rapid collision of knife and cutting board, clean water bamboo, cabbage, carrots, and shiitake mushrooms were skillfully sliced into thin shreds and neatly arranged to the side.

Next, pork and dried tofu were also cut into strips, lying quietly on a plate, awaiting the upcoming cooking.

Huang Jun deftly took out a clean white bowl, cracked a few fresh eggs into it, skillfully added an appropriate amount of salt and rice wine, then quickly stirred it with chopsticks until the egg mixture turned an alluring golden yellow.

Subsequently, Huang Jun methodically poured an appropriate amount of lard into a pot. As the oil temperature gradually rose, he swiftly poured in the egg mixture.

In an instant…

The aroma of eggs and lard spread in the air…

“Hmm? Smells so good…”

Xie Jianing’s nose twitched gently, keenly capturing the enticing fragrance wafting through the air. She couldn’t help but walk briskly following the scent, her eyes locked on the golden eggs in the pot.

Her fingers slightly flexed and extended, an inner craving to eat made her almost reach out to grab the delicacy close at hand.

Nevertheless.

She suddenly realized her identity and the occasion, and had to restrain her inner desire.

Ahhhh…

Who understands the pain of having delectable food right in front of you but not being able to savor it?

She helplessly pressed her lips lightly, burying that longing deep in her heart, yet her eyes still reluctantly clung to the eggs in the pot.

Huang Jun gently rotated the pan handle, and the egg mixture quickly and evenly spread out in the pot, forming a pancake as thin as cicada wings.

As the egg pancake gradually took shape, Huang Jun used the spatula to cut it into small pieces, skillfully stir-frying to ensure each one was evenly heated, with optimal texture and color.

Moments later, he carefully scooped out the cooked egg pieces and placed them in a reserved bowl.

After the pot was scrubbed clean as new, Huang Jun began the next step of cooking.

He skillfully placed fat meat into the pot, patiently waiting as the fat slowly melted.

When the aroma of the pork filled the air, he quickly added lean meat, continuing to stir-fry until it turned enticingly golden, exuding an irresistible aroma.

Then, he added dried shrimp, dried tofu, and shredded mushrooms, lightly and quickly stir-frying with a spatula, allowing the fragrances of the diverse ingredients to blend seamlessly, weaving a tempting aroma.

Subsequently, Huang Jun methodically added shredded water bamboo and carrot, continuing to stir-fry evenly with the spatula.

With the addition of these vegetables, not only did the dish gain a colorful vibrancy, but also a layering complexity in texture.

When all the ingredients in the pot were perfectly stir-fried, he gently poured the drained rice noodles into the pot.

The rice noodles swiftly integrated with the pot’s ingredients, sizzling with a gratifying sound.

During the frying process, Huang Jun held the spatula steady in one hand, and deftly handled the chopsticks in the other, shaking the pan’s contents to ensure every noodle strand was heated evenly, achieving optimal texture.

Skillfully, he added rice wine, salt, and soy sauce, continuing to stir-fry, allowing the seasonings to permeate each ingredient, enhancing the dish’s rich flavor.

Xie Jianing couldn’t contain her anticipation and softly asked, “Chef Huang, can we eat yet?”

Without lifting his head, Chef Huang, expertly stir-frying the pot’s ingredients, replied, “Not yet, hold on! Not all the ingredients are in yet!”

“Oh, got it!”

She swiftly brought a small stool, sat in front of the stove, quietly waiting, her gaze fixated on the bubbling delicacy in the pot, like an apprentice eagerly awaiting the completion of a magic elixir.

Huang Jun, seeing Xie Jianing’s adorable demeanor, couldn’t help but smile.

He swiftly added cabbage and celery into the pot, skillfully stir-frying, allowing the freshness of the vegetables to meld perfectly with the pot’s ingredients.

Then, bean sprouts were sprinkled into the pot, continuing to stir-fry, giving the dish a rich, varied texture, making it deliciously appetizing.

“Chef Huang, is it ready yet?” Xie Jianing anxiously inquired again.

“Nope, just wait a little longer!”

“…”

Finally, he gently scattered the previously cooked eggs and chopped green onions into the pot, stirring a few more times.

The rich aroma of eggs and the vibrant green of the onions intertwined, adding a touch of brilliance and enticing fragrance to the fried noodles, elevating the intense, dry aroma of the fried rice noodles to its peak…

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