Chapter 300

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the clock on the wall again, "In at most half an hour, I'll be able to eat hot noodles."

Upon hearing that Shu Ying wanted to eat noodles, Song Zhaodi immediately stood up, gently patted Shu Ying's shoulder, and also went to the kitchen.

"Let me do it. I don't usually see you in the kitchen. You only come in to help out at most. Fresh meat noodles are very particular. What if Yingying can't eat them if you make them and they don't taste good?"

Xie Zhiyan pushed her towards the kitchen exit, saying, "Sister, you should rest well. I can't guarantee anything else, but I'll definitely make the noodles."

His parents were busy with work and couldn't take care of him and Xie Wanying most of the time, so he learned to make all kinds of noodles at a young age.

Xie Wanying was also very picky about food. His parents had always taught him that since his sister was a girl, he needed to take good care of her. However, he never expected that he would take care of her for so many years, only to find out in the end that they were not related by blood at all.

Xie Zhiyan knew he couldn't say these things at this time, so he simply talked about his cooking experience in a roundabout way.

Song Zhaodi was amused by him. "Alright, alright, no need to argue. It's just a matter of cooking a meal, it won't take long. You can show off your cooking skills another day. You both look exhausted. You've been resting at home all day without doing anything. Cooking a meal won't be tiring. You can go out and rest with them for a while. Have a bowl of noodles later, and I guarantee you'll feel warm all over."

Watching the two of them keep making excuses in the kitchen, Shu Ying's eyes curved into crescents. This was what home felt like.

She waved to Xie Zhiyan in the kitchen, "Zhiyan, come and sit for a while. Your sister is just worried about you. Besides, the fresh meat noodles I make are so delicious. You've probably never had them before."

Xie Zhiyan couldn't argue any further, so he finally listened to Shu Ying. The two of them sat on the sofa in the living room, each taking a piece of Song Zhaodi's drink. Finally, they had something to eat, and Shu Ying felt a bit more revitalized.

She lay back on the sofa, then sat up, propping her face up with one hand, her eyes fixed on Song Zhaodi, who was kneading dough in the kitchen.

"Sister, why are the noodles you make so chewy and delicious? I've tried making them myself many times since you taught me last time, but they're never the same as yours. Either the taste is a little off, or the noodles are too soft. In short, it's not right. But why is the dough so obedient in your hands?"

Song Zhaodi was very familiar with everything in the kitchen, so her requirements for cooking were quite high. When kneading dough, she required three cleans: her hands, the dough, and the bowl.

Once the dough is kneaded, the surrounding area is clean, unlike her situation where she had to add more flour than water or more water than flour.

Song Zhaodi didn't stop what she was doing, but after hearing Shu Ying's words, the smile on her face deepened.

"The softness of the dough is sometimes related to the water. If you use hot water, the dough will be relatively softer. If you use cold water, the dough will be harder. You need to decide what kind of water to use based on your own taste and the different foods you are making."

Shu Ying suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. I always like to use warm water to knead the dough. No wonder my noodles always turn out so soft and mushy and don't taste good."

Song Zhaodi worked quickly, and before she knew it, she had kneaded the dough. She put on an apron, took out a rolling pin, and in a few quick movements, rolled the dough into a thin sheet. After folding it in half, she took out a knife and quickly cut the sheet into noodles.

“Your hands aren’t really suited for housework. Leave all the odds and ends to me. You can go do more important things.”

After she finished speaking, she looked up again and cautiously asked Shuying about her day.

"I noticed you were gone for quite a while today. Xiao Wang said you were there to do something very important. You're a medical student, so did you encounter some patients with difficult or unusual illnesses at the hospital?"

Shu Ying paused, knowing that these matters were to be kept secret, so she only briefly mentioned what she was going to do.

"It has nothing to do with the hospital. There are just a few international friends here who have some language barriers with our colleagues. I'm going there today to act as their translator."

"translate?"

Song Zhaodi had never heard of this word before and found it novel.

Xie Zhiyan couldn't sit still, so he started tidying up the bottles and jars in the room. "It's about communicating with international friends in foreign languages ​​and then translating their meaning into our language to tell us. It's like acting as an intermediary."

Song Zhaodi immediately understood and gave Shu Ying a thumbs up.

"I never expected Yingying to know foreign languages. It's true that having knowledge is a good thing."

Shu Ying took off her shoes and lay down on the sofa. "Fortunately, it's something I'm good at, so overall it was still helpful."

The water in the pot had already boiled. Song Zhaodi put the noodles into the pot, and also put in the meatballs made from fresh meat. In another casserole dish were vegetables. All that was left was to wait. After the noodles boiled twice, they were taken out and put into the casserole dish to cook together for two minutes. Then they could be served and eaten.

Song Zhaodi wiped her hands on her apron, then came over and patted Shuying's head. "You've already done a great job. Look at me, I can't even read many words, let alone foreign languages. Actually, you've always been very capable, you just don't realize it."

Song Zhaodi's words reminded Shu Ying, whose eyes sparkled. "Sister, you have such a strong learning ability. You can even understand such a difficult craft very quickly. If you want to go to university, it's not too late for you to study again now."

The school has relaxed the requirements for students now, so she can go to school now if she wants.

"If you want to learn, I can be your teacher anytime. Although I have never done this kind of work before, I am very good at teaching. I taught Yueyue and Yangyang. Also, you don't need to worry about tuition fees. We will support and respect any decision you make. It is a good thing for people to strive for self-improvement."

Song Zhaodi's heart suddenly raced. Shu Ying's words had indeed greatly encouraged her in some ways. She had always envied children who could study since she was a child.

Those days from the past came flooding back into her mind, and the smile on her face froze as she held Shuying's hand tightly.

“Back then, my mother in the village kept lying to me, saying that I could go to school. She said that as long as I did all the farm work and housework, I would have the opportunity to go to school. So I worked hard every day from dawn till dusk to do those things. If He Caixia happened to not pay much attention to me that day, I would also take the time to go to the window of the village school and listen to the teacher’s lessons.”