I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Xie Yuhua knows how to cook a few home-style dishes, but he is at a loss when he thinks about cooking for the children. The children seem to be a bit picky about their tastes. What should he cook?

Ling Xiao had intended to sneak a peek at Xie Yuhua cooking, but upon entering the kitchen, he was met with a clanging and banging sound, and what greeted his eyes was a fiery dragon-like flame shooting straight towards the ceiling…

Ling Xiao quickly went over and turned off the stove. He peeked into the wok and saw clumps of black stuff inside. He grabbed a spoon and poked at them a couple of times.

Oh! So it's supposed to be scrambled eggs... But why are the outside burnt while the inside is still uncooked?

"Why are you here? It's so smoky in here, you should go outside." Although Xie Yuhua was happy to see the child come in, she still didn't want the child to stay in the smoky kitchen, afraid that the child would choke on the smoke, so she quickly told the child to go out.

"If I hadn't come soon, Chef Xie would have set this house on fire!" Ling Xiao said, taking a tissue and wiping Xie Yuhua's face, which was covered in black and white soot.

"Don't be fooled by the dark exterior of this vegetable; it'll be delicious once it's cooked through!" Xie Yuhua explained earnestly to the child, afraid that the child wouldn't eat it if the dish didn't look appealing.

"I know, I can smell it! Little Flower Brother's cooking smells so good, Ling Xiao's stomach is rumbling." As Ling Xiao spoke, he pulled Xie Yuhua's hand and pressed it against his stomach.

"Then wait a little longer, it'll be ready soon!" Xie Yuhua looked very serious, wanting to start cooking his scrambled eggs again.

Ling Xiao quickly stopped him and asked, "Does Brother Xiao Hua really cook all the time?"

"I do cook, but most of the time I order takeout, since I'm home alone and don't cook often," Xie Yuhua replied.

"I think you can add some water, and then..." Ling Xiao explained the method to Xie Yuhua while cooking, and finally presented a bowl of hot pearl soup.

Ling Xiao looked at the bowl of pearl soup and felt that it looked familiar. He seemed to have changed the dish many times, but he really couldn't remember when he changed it. He had never met Jieyuhua before... so why did this dish feel familiar?

"It smells so good, this tastes so delicious..." Xie Yuhua commented while sipping the pearl soup. It was indeed very delicious, but wasn't he originally going to make scrambled eggs? The cunning little brat changed his dish in just a few words!

Although the dish was changed, Xie Yuhua didn't feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, she felt that the child's change of his dish to pearl soup was a nice touch.

"Are you two eating alone again?" Hei Xiazi's untimely voice reached Ling Xiao's ears again, and Ling Xiao's eyes darkened upon hearing his voice.

"Why are you everywhere?" Xie Yuhua took a sip of soup and shook her head with amusement.

"Not only me, but also Brother..." Before Hei Xiazi could finish speaking, he sensed a murderous intent. The purpose was clear: it was coming for him. Although it only lasted for a moment, he still managed to catch it.

Not only did he notice it, but Xie Yuhua and Xiao Ge also sensed it. All three of them were on guard, but Ling Xiao acted as if nothing was wrong and went to the kitchen to get two sets of tableware, saying with a smile, "You guys are really lucky. This is the first time that Hua Ye and I have cooked a dish together. Come and try it."

Upon hearing that Xie Yuhua was also involved, Hei Xiazi looked somewhat troubled and asked, "Is the stuff that Little Ninth Master made... edible?"

"You haven't even tried it, how would you know if it's edible?" Ling Xiao said gently as he served Hei Xiazi a bowl.

"The blind man may not have eaten it, but that doesn't mean he hasn't seen it." Then, as if he'd opened a floodgate, he began to speak: "Back when I was Little Ninth Master's tenant, I was fortunate enough to witness him cook once, and what a spectacular sight it was! Our Little Ninth Master's cooking was only edible to himself; every dish was dark and unrecognizable, and you couldn't tell what the ingredients were at all, yet he ate it with great relish..."