TISMML Chapter 63.1

It is said that children from poor families grow up early.

Although Nan Yu was not poor when she was young, she was not rich either, so it was normal for her to cook a meal, according to common sense.

But she didn’t know if she was cursed by the God of Food. Nan Yu could easily recite the multiplication table in the first grade and distinguish between ‘yi’ and ‘ji¹*已, yǐ: already / to stop / then / afterwards  已, jǐ: self / oneself / sixth of the ten Heavenly Stems 十天干 / sixth in order / letter “F” or Roman “VI” in list “A, B, C”, or “I, II, III” etc / hexa The two have the same character, but different sounds.’, but she had no idea about a pinch of salt, a pinch of sugar, or the temperature of the oil. (T/N: Haha, same here~)

Besides, the old man didn’t have that much patience at that time. After seeing Nan Yu ruin the food after cooking two or three times, he simply stopped her from cooking and just let her help out normally.

Later, when she went to high school, she usually ate in the school cafeteria. When she occasionally went back to her uncle’s house on weekends, she was treated like a guest and was not allowed to cook at all.

Nan Yu was quite good at cutting vegetables, though. Whether it was cucumber or potato slices, she could always make them uniformly thin and beautiful.

But now…

Cookies?!

Before the apocalypse, ordinary people would not do such things unless they had nothing to do.

After the apocalypse, food was a precious commodity, and people mainly used it to fill their stomachs. Biscuits and cakes were pure luxuries.

Nan Yu had never encountered them before.

“Xiao Jin.”

Nan Yu decided to tell the truth: “That Auntie…”

“Is it impossible?” Fei Yunjin raised his head and pursed his lips slightly.

“Is it because there is not enough money? Xiao Jin can save more.”

Nan Yu: “…”

Damn, her conscience ached!

“Then I, try it?”

Nan Yu couldn’t help but ‘fantasize’ in her heart: What if she just has no talent for cooking, but is actually a little genius in baking?

“But if it doesn’t taste good, Xiao Jin, you can’t dislike it.”

“Absolutely not! Xiao Jin likes everything Auntie makes!”

Fei Yunjin patted his chest and swore.

However, he hadn’t expected that, even as the future male lead, cooking skills were unpredictable.

On Sunday morning, Uncle Zhao, upon hearing that Nan Yu was planning to make cookies, thoughtfully prepared all the ingredients and even sent a chef to provide on-site guidance.

But Nan Yu felt that if she was going to make it, she should be sincere. After carefully asking the chef about each step, including the quantities and time required, she confidently dismissed the chef and began tinkering alone.

It was baked well. Everything was measured accurately, down to the gram, and the time was clearly stated. She was sure that it would be no problem.

“Auntie?”

Fei Yunjin tried to observe Nan Yu making the cookies, but the moment he poked his head out, Nan Yu pushed him back.

“Be patient. No watching until it is finished.”

Okay, Fei Yunjin put aside his curiosity. He brought a small stool from the other side and waited patiently by the door, so that he could be the first to enjoy the freshly baked cookies!

For this reason, Fei Yunjin only ate a little bit of breakfast today, hoping to have two more cookies later.

—Wait until I have my first one before I call Xiao Bai. How am I going to praise Auntie later?

—Delicious? Yummy? I need to think about it!

Even though he had spent the three hundred yuan he had painstakingly saved, Fei Yunjin acted as if he had made a profit. He swung his legs back and forth, humming an obscure tune, looking genuinely eager.

This also made Uncle Zhao, who was standing nearby, excited. He should be able to get a piece of the cookies that the young lady made for the first time, right?

After a burst of clattering and blender noises, the kitchen returned to silence.

After a while, a rich, buttery aroma wafted out, prompting Fei Yunjin to inhale twice.

“Auntie, is it ready? Is it ready?”

Nan Yu’s voice rang out, “Almost there. Don’t worry!”

After a while, Fei Yunjin’s keen sense of smell seemed to detect a strange odor.

He had never smelled anything burnt, so he couldn’t describe it, but Uncle Zhao, standing by, knew.

“Miss!”

 

 

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