Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

At breakfast time, Zhao Xiaojing specially made three tea eggs and a bowl of porridge and sat in the cafeteria hall.

Just after taking two mouthfuls of porridge, Wen Jie Ling appeared in front of Zhao Xiaojing on time.

"Good morning, Idol Zhao."

"Morning, Mosquito."

"Try this and see if you don't eat the buns, it's a waste."

Zhao Xiaojing exchanged the two buns on Wen Jieling's plate with her own tea eggs.

After having dinner at the Wen family during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Xiaojing felt closer to the Wen family, and also became more familiar with Wen Jieling.

I saw him for breakfast these few times and we felt much more natural with each other.

"No way! I didn't waste it. I gave it all to my sons Cheng... Brother Cheng and Brother Fan."

Wen Jie Ling quickly retorted.

"You really haven't eaten it! Have you tried this bun? It's delicious, why don't you eat it?"

"Idol, remember the dietary standards I told you about?"

"Don't eat soy products? Don't eat smelly ones? Don't eat ugly ones? Don't eat those with shells, thorns, or hair?"

Zhao Xiaojing tried hard to recall, and even mentioned what Wen Yulan had said about Wen Jie Ling's picky eating habits.

"As expected of you! You even answered the extra question correctly!"

"Thank you so much for praising me. So, ugly buns are not eaten?"

"I don't eat eggs either, in the shell."

Wen Jie Ling pushed the plate over with a fake smile on her face.

"I cooked it, don't regret it if you don't eat it."

Zhao Xiaojing looked speechlessly at the man who regarded being picky about food as an advantage and looked very proud, and reached out to take the tea egg back.

That was what she taught Geng Mingyan to cook last night.

After getting the tea egg recipe from the system last time, she practiced it twice. Then she told Geng Mingyan the tea egg recipe, saying that she had eaten it at a relative's house and the relative told her.

It was not until yesterday that the canteen purchased the three seasonings, and Zhao Xiaojing carefully taught Geng Mingyan how to cook the egg yolks to add flavor.

When they were fished out in the morning, she smelled the fragrance, and she and the two older sisters Geng Hou tasted one each on the spot.

Needless to say, it's really perfect.

Sister Geng excitedly pulled her for a long time, not knowing what to say.

So she took three eggs and used Wen Jie Ling to experiment, to test the popularity of tea eggs and how picky Wen Jie Ling was about food.

"Don't move! I laid this egg today! Whoever takes it away is taking away my hen's child!"

When Wen Jie Ling heard this, she hurriedly opened her hands to protect the egg, blocking Zhao Xiaojing's hand from taking the egg.

"Heh, I'll give you what you can!"

Zhao Xiaojing calmly withdrew her hand, picked up the bun and started eating.

Wen Jie Ling started to peel the eggs with shining eyes.

"Hey! Don't tell me, the lines on the tea eggs my idol cooked look like crooked diamonds!"

"The pattern on this egg has been like this since the first morning I arrived! You've probably never eaten one before!"

Wen Jie Ling did not refute. He smiled and glanced at Zhao Xiaojing who had exposed him, then happily stuffed the peeled egg into his mouth.

"How is it? Why aren't you talking?"

Zhao Xiaojing finished eating a bun without hearing any noise. When she looked up, she saw Wen Jie Ling was surprisingly silent.

"It's delicious. It reminds me of the braised eggs my mother bought for me when I was a child."

Wen Jie Ling said with his eyes lowered.

"When I was a kid, there was a breakfast shop near the park. I loved eating their braised eggs, and my mom would run there early every morning to buy them for me. Later, we moved to a place closer to the park, but my mom didn't have time to take care of me, so she never bought them for me again."

"It seems like you ate things with shells when you were a kid."

Seeing that Wen Jie Ling was just thinking about the past, Zhao Xiaojing lowered her head and drank her porridge while continuing the conversation.

"Eating... No, is this where you're focusing?"

“Ah. This is my investigation of the tastes of diners as a chef.

What happened next? Go on."

“I never ate the braised eggs from that restaurant again. If I told her I wanted to eat them, she would give me money, and I would not want to eat them anymore.

The same thing happened with other things I liked. Once she gave me money, I lost my appetite. As time went on, I couldn’t eat these things anymore. When I ate the same food from other restaurants, it always tasted wrong and I ate less. She started to say I was picky about food again.”

Wen Jie Ling swallowed half a boiled egg and tasted the egg yolk carefully.

"When she said I was picky about food, I asked her to take me to the restaurants I wanted to go to. She got impatient and gave me more money, so I became even more picky.

Then she said that I kept talking more and more, and the more she talked, the less I wanted to eat. Before I knew it, I didn’t even want to eat the foods I liked before. I started to resist all these foods.”

Zhao Xiaojing chewed the bun and nodded sympathetically.

When she first met Wen Jie Ling, she knew he was picky about food. At that time, she just thought he was weird, but it turned out that there was an unhappy childhood story behind it.

"Oh, that's why people are haunted by things they couldn't get when they were young."

Zhao Xiaojing summarized.

"Who knows, maybe that's what my mom said about me being rebellious and disobedient."

Wen Jie Ling looked at the half-eaten egg in his hand, with its intertwined lines. Even the yolk tasted delicious, much better than the one he had eaten when he was a child.

The lack of satisfaction in childhood always requires a higher price to regain. Thanks to Zhao Xiaojing's craftsmanship, this bite even made him feel like he was being compensated.

"At first, I was acting because I was always afraid that I wouldn't get attention, so I was putting on a show. It also caused a lot of trouble for my mother. She said that I had to seek a sense of existence every day and was not satisfied. Later, my acting became real. I really didn't want to eat anymore, and I was beaten a lot."

"In fact, you originally just wanted her to take you to eat a boiled egg."

"Yes, it's just a boiled egg."

Wen Jie Ling smiled bitterly and started to peel the second one.

"You, idol, what is something you couldn't have when you were young? Tell us about it and have fun."

“When I was little, I wanted to take a picture with my parents.”

“Is this difficult?”

"My father passed away too early, and I have almost no memory of him."

Zhao Xiaojing stirred the porridge in the bowl and said with some regret.

"It's okay! Although my dad is still alive, it doesn't make any difference whether he is there or not. It's just like having one more decoration in the house. Only our children with a mother can be considered a complete family!"

Wen Jie Ling comforted her in a serious and unfocused manner.

"My mother passed away a few years ago."

"...Idol Zhao, I, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me. I have to act like a team even if I am alone!"

The conversation was boring again. Wen Jie Ling wished he could go back to a few seconds ago so that he could sew his mouth shut with a needle.

"It doesn't matter. Many years have passed. I can now speak out openly about it. This is a kind of growth for me."

Zhao Xiaojing looked at Wen Jie Ling calmly, the sunlight shining on her hair, and the softly spoken words about family separations and deaths were as sparse and ordinary as this morning.