Free Web NovelChapter 583: Chapter 501: The Greater the Expectation, the Deeper the Disappointment..._2
He secretly gave a thumbs up for his wife’s bravery and gradually felt relieved: It’s just eating a pan-fried bun, what’s the big deal! The taste might not be perfect, but the sentiment from their son is priceless. Moreover, it’s just a little challenge to the taste buds, what’s the harm?
After all, it’s not like it will kill us...
"Then I’ll try my Pengpeng’s handiwork."
He resolved himself, hesitated a bit yet carried a trace of anticipation, as he placed the pan-fried bun into his mouth.
The first bite...
The golden crispy outer crust instantly blossomed into a faint crunching sound in his mouth, the pure wheat aroma of the flour interwove with the rich deliciousness of the pork, followed closely by a nuanced hint of green onion fragrance and the refreshing taste of vermicelli threading through, plus the enticing aroma of the bottom browning layer by layer, awaken all his taste buds.
His eyes couldn’t help but brighten, surprise flooded his heart like a tide, and he blurted out: "Hey, the taste of this pan-fried bun is surprisingly good! Not bad, not bad, it’s really very good..."
With eyes also sparkling at the astonishing flavor, Qu Qing, hearing the praise from her husband, nodded repeatedly and said, "Indeed, though the looks of the bun might not be much, the filling and the crispy crust are truly fragrant and delicious!"
The two exchanged a smile, then coincidentally voiced their puzzlement: "Is this really a pan-fried bun made by our precious son himself?"
Seeing his parents’ astonishment and disbelief, Lin Yipeng lifted his small face proudly and exclaimed, "Of course, all these pan-fried buns are handmade by me alone. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Miss Yang! Moreover, to prevent my pan-fried buns from being swapped, I’ve specially marked all of them; look at the side, isn’t there a number ’1’ on each of them..."
At his words, Lin Weilin and Qu Qing quickly looked down at the pan-fried buns in their hands, searching for evidence.
As they searched, they really found it.
Each pan-fried bun’s side was carved with a small, crooked ’1’ mark!
This was not only Lin Yipeng’s mark but also proof of his little culinary skill.
Thus.
Faced with this undeniable evidence, the doubts and surprise in Qu Qing and Lin Weilin’s hearts were instantly replaced by full pride.
"Wow, Pengpeng, you’re amazing! To make such deliciousness at such a young age is really impressive!" Lin Weilin praised sincerely.
Qu Qing smiled so broadly her mouth couldn’t close: "It seems our Pengpeng is already a little chef, this skill can definitely stand out in the future."
Lin Yipeng, hearing his parents’ praise, beamed with an even brighter smile, proudly promising: "Dad, Mom, once I learn more dishes from Qingqing’s Dad, I’ll make yummy food for you every day!"
"Good, such a good child! Mommy will reward you with a pan-fried bun first!"
Qu Qing said while taking a pan-fried bun from the thermal box and handing it to Lin Yipeng.
Lin Weilin followed suit: "Come, Dad also rewards you with a pan-fried bun..."
Lin Yipeng smiled happily: "Thank you, Daddy, Mommy, you eat too..."
"Alright, we’ll eat together!"
The family of three immersed in this rare warmth, where every pan-fried bun carried the weight of love and happiness, warming each other’s hearts.
Unfortunately, happy times are always fleeting, those few uniquely small and strangely ugly pan-fried buns in the thermal box, albeit appearing to be numerous, vanished quickly just tasting a bit, not enough to satisfy Lin Weilin and his wife’s taste desires.
Not fulfilling enough!
The couple looked at each other, reading each other’s thoughts and calculations from their eyes.
Lin Weilin raised his eyebrows at Qu Qing, signaling her to speak.
Qu Qing got the hint, responded with a playful eye roll to Lin Weilin’s suggestion, then gently turned to their son Lin Yipeng, with a soft smile on her lips, gently speaking: "Pengpeng, your pan-fried buns taste really good, but these don’t quite satisfy your mom and dad! Would you show more of your skill and make more for us to try, will you?"
Lin Weilin joined in the persuasion with a smile: "Yes, yes, Pengpeng, Dad also wants to taste more of your delicious pan-fried buns, how about making some more and letting Mom and Dad have enough this time?"
Lin Yipeng proudly swallowed the last mouthful of pan-fried bun, his little tummy already feeling full, with not much desire left to eat more pan-fried buns.
Moreover, his mind had already flown to the soon-to-be-playing cartoons.
To not miss watching his cartoons, he cleverily transformed into a little drama master, gently rubbed his own arm, showing a slight tired look with some grievance, and said, "Oh, Dad, Mom, I really feel a bit tired, my arm also feels sore... See, I need some rest, maybe next time I’ll make them for you..."
His words always glanced towards the TV.
Seeing through Pengpeng’s little trick, Lin Weilin: "(╬◣д◢)"
This brat seems itchy for trouble...
To dare act in front of me...
He suddenly felt pain in his own powerful arm, an urge to immediately draw out his seven-wolf stance to teach Pengpeng a lesson.
But upon reconsideration...
If due to impulsiveness his son got hurt, then wouldn’t he miss those delicious pan-fried buns tonight?
So, he forcefully suppressed the ’flames of anger’ within, calmed down.
Qu Qing: "..."
No!
You aren’t tired, your hand isn’t sore...
Logically, when the son calls out for being tired or sore, a mother should feel pity, but for the sake of one’s own appetite, both could be disregarded...
Advocating the principle of "Don’t suffer the child, but definitely not oneself..."
She gently coaxed: "Pengpeng, you just said you’d cook for Mom every day in the future, why now when asked to make some pan-fried buns you say you’re tired? How can Mom believe your words then?"
Adjusting his mood, Lin Weilin also helped support: "Yeah, son, a man must keep his word, cannot back down due to minor challenges, nor breach promises... Moreover, now is the best chance to prove your culinary skill."
Lin Yipeng: "(▼ヘ▼#)"
His little hands crossed his chest, unhappily turning his face to the side, questioning dissatisfied: "Dad, what do you mean? You still don’t believe me, huh?"
Lin Weilin quickly shook his hands, soothingly said: "Pengpeng, Dad doesn’t disbelieve you, Dad just purely wants to eat more of your pan-fried buns~"
Qu Qing also joined the persuasion, with eyebrows slightly furrowed, feigning pity, she said: "Indeed! Mom also wants to eat more of Pengpeng’s pan-fried buns, see, just two buns, Mom really hasn’t eaten enough~"
He raised his chin, like a little adult: "Dad, Mom, look, there are many dishes on the table too! There’s rice in the pot, if you haven’t eaten enough, you can have rice and dishes..."
Qu Qing and Lin Weilin exchanged a glance, both amused by their son’s intelligence and logic.
To speak of it, this little guy, when did he become so clever...
The words became quite coherent, notably reasonable, leaving one speechless~
Seeing this, Qu Qing had no choice but to reveal her "ace," she feigned grievance, "Oh, son, Mom just has such a small wish, to eat the pan-fried buns you made yourself, yet you won’t satisfy Mom, keep making excuses, that makes Mom very sad..... boo hoo... Mom once made big efforts, taking life risks to bring you into this world, wiping all your mess while raising you..."
She spoke while wiping away nonexistent tears from her eyes.
Lin Weilin also cooperated alongside, appearing full of grief, pounding his chest: "Yes, son, you make Dad heartbroken with such behavior. Your words just now, Dad kept them at heart; now it appears you won’t fulfill your promise?"
Lin Yipeng paused for a moment, reluctantly surrendering: "Alright alright, Dad, Mom, don’t be sad, I’ll make a few more pan-fried buns for you, okay? Don’t be upset, I’ll go to the kitchen now!"
He said, climbing off the dining table, and running towards the kitchen...
Oh...
If only he had a kindergarten diploma, he wouldn’t end up tricked by his parents.
It can only be said the longest road this little man has traveled is his parents’ trickery...
While Lin Weilin and Qu Qing watched Pengpeng’s small back, they showed a successful sly smile, and hurried to offer some aid too...
