Free Web NovelChapter 557: Chapter 492: Isn’t This Just Creating More Competition for Myself? (2)
Oh!
Is it really all over...
Upon hearing this response, the last shred of hope in the hearts of the old men burst like bubbles. Unable to help themselves, they lamented their own bad luck, regretting that they could not enjoy this blessing, thus missing out...
But there’s nothing they can do...
A missed opportunity is a missed opportunity; no amount of regret can change the current situation.
We can only wait for another chance...
Everyone showed a look of disappointment and politely responded, "Oh, thank you. May I ask, when will such a culinary event be held again?"
"I’m not sure!" Uncle Li thought for a moment and said, "Usually, it’s once a semester, but the exact day is uncertain. It depends on the kindergarten’s schedule."
"I see, alright, we understand. Thank you..."
Everyone reluctantly accepted this fact.
They comforted each other with a few words, deciding that next time they must find out early to avoid missing such delicacies again.
Afterward, they dispersed and went back home.
On the way.
Uncle Ding’s steps seemed somewhat heavy, muttering to himself, feeling slightly bitter about Uncle Yang’s "neglect."
If only Uncle Yang had given a hint or simply invited him to join, he wouldn’t have missed out and ended up waiting another six months.
Speaking of which.
If he goes to Uncle Yang’s house now, could he taste that tempting spinach sponge cake?
Probably not...
At this time, those delicious spinach sponge cakes have likely become a feast for their family’s stomachs.
For him, it seems there’s none left!
"That old Yang, really not nice!" The more Uncle Ding thought about it, the more annoyed he felt, muttering to himself, "Tomorrow when we play chess, I need to change the rules, play flick the forehead. I must let him taste my ’flicking skill.’ If I don’t flick bumps all over his head, I won’t be surnamed Ding."
"Achoo—"
At home with his family sitting neatly at the table, ready to have dinner, Uncle Yang couldn’t help but sneeze loudly.
"Dad, are you okay? Did the wind outside give you a chill?" Yang Xinrou immediately cast a concerned look.
Granny Yang had a worried look on her face and began to nag, "I’ve told you before, the weather is getting chilly, don’t go out in the evenings. Even if you go out, wear more layers. Seeing you like this, could you have caught a cold? How about I make you some ginger tea to warm you up?"
"Haha, no problem at all, I’m perfectly fine!" Uncle Yang laughed heartily, waving his hand to assure everyone, "Maybe some old friend is thinking of me! Come on, don’t just sit there, let’s eat, eat..."
...
"Ding~"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of the elevator doors opening, Huang Jun gently held the little hands of Qingqing and Weiwei, gracefully stepping out of the elevator and reaching the warm entrance to their home.
He habitually stretched out his hand, his fingertips dancing on the keypad, causing the door to slide silently to the side after a series of numbers.
The family of three filed in.
"Ah... it’s so nice to be home..."
Weiwei’s little face was filled with the joy of returning home.
Huang Jun couldn’t help but curl his lips into a gentle smile. He bent down to retrieve two pairs of small slippers from the shoe cabinet, thoughtfully helping the little ones put them on while kindly asking, "Qingqing, Weiwei, how about Daddy makes Zhajiangmian for dinner tonight?"
As soon as Weiwei heard, her eyes lit up, clapping her hands and cheering, "Yeah, I love everything Daddy makes..."
Qingqing, beside her, didn’t immediately speak, but her sparkling eyes had already betrayed her thoughts. She nodded vigorously, as if saying: I agree, Daddy’s cooking is always the best!
"Alright, Zhajiangmian it is tonight."
Huang Jun swiftly changed his shoes and hurried into the kitchen, washed his hands, put on an apron and sleeves, and took out the necessary ingredients from the fridge.
At this moment.
Qingqing and Weiwei trotted over with their short legs, poking their little heads into the kitchen with big curious eyes, in a childish voice, they asked, "Daddy, can we help?"
"Of course you can! Come, help Daddy pick bean sprouts and remove the leaves from the celery, okay?"
Huang Jun said as he put cute little aprons on them.
"Sure!"
The little ones nodded their heads and swiftly started working.
Not to mention, after this period of training, the little ones have already become competent little helpers.
They worked with an impressive style.
Huang Jun put his mind at ease, took high-gluten flour from the cabinet, gently poured it into a large bowl, and sprinkled a pinch of salt, a step not only making the noodles chewier but also adding a hint of salty fragrance.
He reached in to mix the flour and salt evenly, emitting a slight rustling sound...
Then, he slowly poured clear cold water into the flour, skillfully stirring it with chopsticks, causing water and flour to gradually merge into fine flakes of dough,
He reached in to gather, knead, until they formed a slightly rough dough ball.
Under Huang Jun’s patient kneading, the dough seemed to be given life, gradually becoming smooth and elastic, its surface exuding silky fine light.
And thus, the dough was perfectly kneaded.
Huang Jun smiled with satisfaction, then found a clean cloth, covering the dough to let it rest quietly for twenty minutes.
"Daddy, the celery leaves are done!"
Qingqing handed the picked celery leaves to Huang Jun, her little face filled with a look of anticipation for praise.
