Tang Ning and Su Anyun entered the kitchen together. This kitchen was indeed very hot and stuffy. Once the smoke started to rise, it became even more stuffy.
"What do you want to learn?" Su Anyun asked.
Many dishes came to Tang Ning's mind. They were all Su Anyun's specialties. He loved eating them, but for some reason, Tang Ning thought of the past.
When Tang Ning was in school, something happened to him one day. His mother flew to his place overnight. He didn’t know how to cook, so he planned to order takeout for his mother, but late-night takeouts were usually barbecued and high in oil and salt.
The dusty mother arrived at Tang Ning's place. She cut the apples she brought with her into pieces and put them into the pot to make a bowl of apple soup. Tang Ning watched curiously, so his mother fed him a piece of apple. The strange taste made Tang Ning feel sick on the spot.
Later, when he watched his mother finish the whole bowl of soup, Tang Ning couldn't help but think, if he could cook, how great it would be if he could make a bowl of rice that was both suitable for his mother and delicious, just like the meals he could eat every time he came home from a trip.
"Brother, can you make fish soup?" Tangning asked softly.
After her mother was diagnosed with gastric erosion, the doctor told her to eat easily digestible fish, so her mother cooked fish for her every meal. Tang Ning didn't know what her mother's health was like in the copy world, but drinking fish soup shouldn't be a problem.
"Yes." Su Anyun picked up an apron and gently helped Tangning tie it on. "I will teach you."
My family just bought a live fish.
Su Anyun hugged Tang Ning from behind. The size difference between him and Tang Ning was perfect for hugging, so he was able to hold Tang Ning completely in his arms.
He held Tangning's hand and asked, "Have you ever killed a fish?"
Gentle tone.
Tangning shook her head nervously.
"Start here—" Warm and powerful hands held Tangning. No matter how the fish struggled on the chopping board, Su Anyun's tone remained calm. He quickly knocked the fish unconscious with the back of his knife, removed the scales, gutted it, and removed the internal organs.
While doing these things, Su Anyun's expression was as calm as the times he had instructed Tangning before, "Xiao Ning, remember this."
"When you drop your knife, you must land it firmly on the ground. Your hands must not tremble, and they must not be soft."
“If you have the chance to meet a master who is good at killing fish, remember to ask him how to deal with the fish at home.”
If there is a point.
"Do you remember?"
Tang Ning turned her head to look at Su Anyun. From this angle, Su Anyun had a very straight nose and slightly upturned eyes. He had a handsome face and usually looked at Tang Ning with gentle eyes. But when he really restrained his emotions and taught in a cold manner, it would make people feel that even being distracted was a blasphemy.
"Remember!" Tang Ning said quickly.
The slender hand turned on the faucet, and the snow-white water washed away the blood on the hand and the blade. Su Anyun rolled up his sleeves and the exposed forearm had a nice line. He held the knife cleanly and praised: "Xiao Ning is really good."
The tempting aroma wafted out of the kitchen, and Tang Ning, who was sweating profusely, walked out of the kitchen carefully carrying the freshly cooked fish soup.
Mom sat down at the dining table early. When she saw Tang Ning carrying the hot meal, she immediately stood up and wanted to help Tang Ning carry the bowl.
"No, no!" Tangning put the dishes on the table and said to his mother, "Mom, just sit down today."
"Look how hot it is, you're sweating." The mother stared at the obvious red spot on Tangning's neck and said, "It must have been splashed with oil."
Su Anyun came out with two more plates of steaming food. He smiled at his mother, "Xiao Ning was a little unskilled at first, but he didn't get splashed later. He learned much faster than I thought."
"My brother taught me well." Tangning placed his chopsticks and spoon next to his mother. He sat down a little nervously and said to his mother cautiously, "Mom, try it."
Mom picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of milky white fish soup. She put it to her mouth, blew gently, and then drank it slowly.
Tang Ning was extremely nervous as he watched his mother's expression change. Although he had tasted it himself before, he was not sure what his mother liked.
Mom drank the spoonful of fish soup. She raised her eyes and stared at Tangning with a complicated expression that Tangning couldn't understand. After a while, she whispered, "It tastes good."
Tangning put it down immediately. He couldn't help but smile. Just like when his mother picked up food for him before, Tangning took the initiative to scoop soup and pick up food for his mother this time. He also said the words his mother always said to him: "If it tastes good, eat more!"
The corners of my mother's lips twitched and she lowered her head to continue drinking her soup.
Tang Ning felt a deep sense of satisfaction, a feeling that was even warmer and happier than when he ate delicious food himself.
How he wanted to cook for his mother so that when she was old and had lost all her teeth, he could still eat at the same table with her.
A glance fell on Tang Ning, which made Tang Ning come back to his senses from his focus on his mother. He raised his head and saw that Su Anyun didn't move his chopsticks.
Although he didn't say a word, Tangning could tell from Su Anyun's reserved expression what he was thinking. He quickly picked up some food for Su Anyun, "Brother, come eat too."
Su Anyun looked a little unhappy, so Tangning simply put the dish next to his mouth. His tightly pursed lips softened. Su Anyun lowered his head and ate the dish Tangning had personally picked for him. His eyes met Tangning's sparkling eyes. "Is it delicious?" Tangning asked him softly.
Su Anyun nodded.
Tang Ning's eyes curved and he smiled like a little fox that had eaten honey, making people want to give him all the candy. Looking at Tang Ning like this, the food in his mouth seemed to taste even better.
The corners of Su Anyun's lips curled up.
During this meal, Tang Ning had to serve three people food. He could not be partial to one person over another. He had to serve the same amount of food to his brother as he served his mother. He could not even forget his own food. If he only cared about taking care of his mother and brother, his mother and brother would rush to serve him food. The scene at the dinner table was very tense.
After finally finishing the meal, Tang Ning was exhausted. However, she was relieved to find that her brother and mother seemed to be in good spirits after the meal.
As her mother put down her bowl and chopsticks, Tangning mustered up her courage and said, "Mom, I have something to tell you."
Mom lazily leaned back in her chair and looked at Tangning, "What's going on?"
Tangning had not mentioned the matter of Jiang Mianmian's stepfather during meals because he was worried about affecting his mother's appetite. Now that it was finally time to talk about it, Tangning spoke out the words he had been thinking about for a long time: "Aren't you going to show your mother's cheongsam to your friends today?"
Mom hummed. She was a restless person and would clean up the dirty dishes as soon as she saw them. When Tangning said this, Mom had already stood up to collect the dishes. "Did your friend like it?"
"I like it. Everyone at home says it looks great!" Tangning quickly helped her mother clean up.
"Of course not. When this cheongsam was made, everyone who saw it praised it." Mom walked to the kitchen with a pile of dishes and chopsticks. "Did you bring the cheongsam back? Just put it on the bed in the room."
Tangning suddenly didn't know how to start the conversation with his mother. He whispered, "But I accidentally got my cheongsam dirty."
Mom paused, frowned, and opened her mouth, a typical sign of preparation for nagging.
"There's blood that has stained the white plum blossom on the cheongsam and the blue next to it." Tangning said with a stiff face.
"What?!" The mother's voice suddenly changed. She looked at Tangning anxiously, "Where did the blood come from? Are you injured?!"
"No, no." Tangning quickly shook her head. Faced with her mother's concerned gaze, Tangning nervously said, "It's someone else's blood."
Hearing that Tangning was fine, her mother's tense body relaxed. She put the dirty dishes in the sink and said, "It doesn't matter if the clothes are dirty. As long as she's okay, that's good."
Tangning was about to say something, but he stopped talking. He thought his mother would be very angry. After all, it was her favorite skirt. But his mother...
"How did others get hurt?" Mom squeezed some detergent and gossiped.
"That person..." Tangning looked at his mother's face as she worked hard. He whispered, "A perverted erotic maniac."
As soon as the word "perverted erotic maniac" appeared, the whole kitchen seemed to fall silent.
The mother looked at Tangning in disbelief. Tangning was hesitant and struggling. Perhaps because she understood Tangning, or perhaps because of her mother's instinct, she stared at her and asked, "What happened?"
"Ningning, don't be afraid. You can tell mom whatever happened." She said so seriously.
That serious and focused expression dispelled all the carelessness in her, and even made Tang Ning, who was a little nervous at first, find the main point.
"My friend's ceiling is made of a two-way mirror. As soon as he entered the room, the pervert lay on the ceiling and peeked in."
Mom listened to Tang Ning without blinking, and did not put down the plate in her hand.
"When we were in the bathroom, it broke through the ceiling and jumped in front of us. Its blood splattered on my cheongsam." Tangning noticed that his mother's expression hadn't changed at all. He didn't know what his mother in the card world thought of this abnormal behavior. Maybe according to the standards of monsters, what he encountered was not a big deal
"Anything else?" Mom asked calmly.
"Their Wi-Fi has a virus. My phone was monitored after I connected to it." Tangning whispered, "A friend bought me a new phone."
"Anything else?" Mom continued to ask.
Tang Ning was a little unsure: "At first, when I wanted to leave it, it blocked my way. After I left, it kept following me. If my brother hadn't come to pick me up, it might have followed me all the way home. That's it."
Mom nodded and finally turned around. Under Tang Ning's blank gaze, she washed her hands that were soaked in foam, and then she slowly took the kitchen knife off the rack.
There was nothing in the kitchen that she needed to cook.
She had no intention of staying in the kitchen.
Mom walked around Tang Ning and walked out with the kitchen knife in hand. She didn't even take off her apron. She walked so fast and in a hurry, as if she was going to do something very important and was so anxious that she could put anything aside.
Halfway through her walk, she suddenly paused, turned around and asked Tangning, "Ningning, where is the address of that pervert you mentioned?"
Tang Ning blankly gave the address, and the woman said to him, "Don't be afraid, Ning Ning, your mother is at home."
After saying that, she walked out of the room with the knife in hand.
The TV in the living room was still playing my mother's favorite TV series. The injured character was bleeding and screaming in the sand: "Charge! Kill all these little devils!!!"
The sound of killing rang out in this small room. Tang Ning suddenly came to his senses. He quickly chased after the door, but Su Anyun said, "Xiao Ning, look here."
Tang Ning turned around and saw Su Anyun standing by the window, pointing outside.
Although he didn't understand what Su Anyun was thinking, Tang Ning turned back after walking to the door. He stood by the window and looked downstairs, and saw a familiar figure.
The mother who was at the door of the room a few seconds ago suddenly appeared downstairs in the community.
She was wearing pajamas, an apron, slippers, and holding a kitchen knife.
Under the bright and shining sunshine, Tang Ning did not see her shadow.
Looking at the figure walking away, Tangning slowly tightened his fingers and firmly grasped the window railing.
He thought, he knew the identity of this existence.
This monster is also my mother.
His monster mother.