Dinner was prepared by Beichuan Si.

Since Beichuan Lin came back today, Beichuan Si also put some thought into preparing the meal.

"Looks like this is how Si usually cooks," Beichuan Lin murmured to herself, turning her head to look at Beichuan Hui Li.

Beichuan Hui Li was now watching TV, giggling foolishly to herself.

Salty Egg's silly appearance made Beichuan Lin feel a bit sore at heart.

What exactly happened?

When she left, Beichuan Hui Li was such a well-behaved and hardworking child.

Every time she cooked, Beichuan Hui Li would help.

But now times have completely changed.

Beichuan Hui Li was just staring at the TV, not even glancing at Beichuan Si.

Even if her brother was particularly capable, he shouldn't have to do everything, right?! What if he ended up spoiling her?

With that thought, Beichuan Lin felt she had to lead by example.

She stood up decisively, rolled up her sleeves, and took an apron:

"I'll help too."

Yes, Beichuan Si had grown up! He was a responsible man who dared to shoulder the burden of the Beichuan family.

But—

In terms of cooking, Beichuan Lin was still very confident.

Beichuan Si and Beichuan Hui Li grew up eating the meals she made!

Her son may have surpassed her in earning capacity, but when it comes to cooking, she, Beichuan Lin, would not admit defeat.

With this in mind, she actively approached.

Beichuan Si did not refuse Beichuan Lin's kindness. He glanced at her, and said simply:

"Then leave the noodle stretching to you, I'll go check on the fish grilling over charcoal."

This time, Beichuan Si planned to make charcoal-grilled tai (sea bream) noodles, which was quite a treat.

After all, tai is quite expensive in Japan.

As part of the tai noodle dish, Beichuan Si also prepared shrimp tails and Japanese clams.

These ingredients had to be made into tempura and stir-fried as accompaniments for the tai noodles. Moreover, there was also the charcoal grill to tend to, so Beichuan Lin's help was truly a lifesaver.

He gave her a few simple instructions and went off to work on the shrimp tail tempura and stir-frying the clams, leaving Beichuan Lin with a puzzled face, staring dumbfounded at the fully rested dough.

Stretch noodles?

Hiss...

Beichuan Lin scratched her head.

Beichuan Si gave the order.

But the key point was—

She didn't know how.

Beichuan Lin glanced over at Beichuan Si's progress.

She saw Beichuan Si stir-frying the clams while dipping the shrimp tails coated in batter into the pot.

The delicious aroma spread, and Beichuan Si's movements were so proficient and natural that they even stunned her, the mother who boasted of having raised him for more than a decade.

After a while, Beichuan Si seemed to notice something was off, turned his head, and saw Beichuan Lin hadn't touched the dough. He raised an eyebrow, probably understanding what had happened:

"Don't know how to stretch noodles?"

"...Ahem, I'm really sorry."

Beichuan Lin's face turned purple with embarrassment.

Just now, she had been thinking about teaching Beichuan Si a thing or two about cooking, and now she faces a stumbling block right at the start, how could she not feel embarrassed?

"No problem, I'll teach you, it's easy."

Beichuan Si put down his long chopsticks, set the fried tempura aside to drain the oil.

He washed his hands and dried them with paper towels.

Beichuan Si rubbed some oil on his palms, grabbed a handful of flour, sprinkled it on the dough and chopping board, then picked up the dough by both ends, wrists flicking deftly, stretching the dough out and then overlapping it, performing a fluid set of movements that left Beichuan Lin next to him dumbfounded.

"That's pretty much it," Beichuan Si pinched off the excess dough and sprinkled some flour on the noodles, asking her: "Got it?"

Hiss... Did you actually do something just now?

Beichuan Lin rubbed her eyes.

As she remembered, Beichuan Si picked up the dough, and then when he put it down, it was already stretched into noodles.

Beichuan Lin had no idea what the dough had gone through in the interim or how Beichuan Si managed the task.

Her mouth twitched, and after a long while, she finally said, "I still don't know how, Si."

"Ah? You still don't know?" Beichuan Si couldn't help but shake his hand.

His eyes clearly showed a feeling of "I've just taught you, so why don't you get it?"

But not knowing was just that, not knowing; Beichuan Lin couldn't pretend to understand, feigning expertise.

However...

Just a moment ago, she had thought about showing off in front of Beichuan Hui Li, so why does it now feel... like the situation isn't quite right?

"Mom, why don't you just sit and wait for dinner?" said Beichuan Si.

He was very busy now, watching over three stoves and did not want to be distracted by unnecessary matters.

"Once more! I'll definitely get it if we try again!"

Beichuan Lin grabbed hold of Beichuan Si, who was about to walk away, her face flushed.

"..." Beichuan Si.

She could clearly see a barely detectable sigh of resignation from Beichuan Si, as if he was exasperated with his hopeless mother.

But under Beichuan Lin's extra serious gaze, Beichuan Si picked up the dough again.

Then—

Under Beichuan Si's proficient and decisive maneuvers, the dough mysteriously turned into noodles while Beichuan Lin watched.

It was like magic.

"Get it now?" Beichuan Si asked, sprinkling some flour.

Beichuan Lin's eyes were calm, and after a while, she nodded and said:

"Yeah, I've pretty much got it, I should go back to my seat and wait for dinner."

While saying this, she took off the apron and sat down next to Beichuan Hui Li, under Beichuan Si's gaze.

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