In fact, when Feifei cooks several times and cooks dishes that occasionally appear very salty or very light, Shen Xing has already guessed.
It's just his guess that Feifei may have a taste disorder, so that when cooking, he will be uncertain about the severity of the condiments.
What he didn't expect was that Feifei didn't have a taste disorder, but had no sense of taste and couldn't taste any taste.
Then every time she cooks, how can she keep the taste of most of the dishes moderate, instead of being different for each plate
"Some dishes eat salt, some dishes don't eat salt." Feifei whispered: "I actually write it down every time I cook, but if the collocation is different, the standard will be different. After blanching, some have already been salted, but some There is no..."
Shen Xing pressed the back of her hand, motioned not to mention, showed a soft smile, and looked at her quietly: "I don't blame you, you have been very careful! In fact, I am very grateful for you to do this!"
Feifei pouted her small mouth and said nothing, her eyes were shining brightly, staring blankly at the dishes on the table.
Shen Xing continued: "I will cook in the future. Although I can't, I can learn it slowly."
"No." Feifei shook her head, "I actually like cooking, but I'm afraid you are not satisfied."
"Satisfied, of course satisfied, why not satisfied?" Shen Xing immediately said: "In this way, when you cook in the future, no matter which dish you have before, you will add less salt, even if it is lighter, it doesn't matter. In fact, salt Eating too much is not good for the body."
"Can you?" Feifei's eyes lit up slightly.
"No problem at all." Shen Xing laughed, and put a chopstick of lettuce fried pork into his mouth. "In fact, the salt of this dish is only a little salty, and it's completely edible."
When the words fell, another big ball of white rice was stuffed into his mouth, his cheeks bulged, and he could barely chew.
Upon seeing this, Feifei couldn't help but laughed.
After finally swallowing it, Shen Xing poured a glass of water, took a sip, and asked Feifei softly, "Do you have this natural taste, or..."
Feifei took up the chopsticks again, and while eating, she replied: "My mother told me that when I was four years old, I would say it was delicious when I ate popsicles, and I would get a piece of cake when I was four years old, and I especially liked sugar."
"Did you get sick later, or something?" Shen Xing was puzzled.
"Later I suddenly didn't dare to be interested in food." Feifei shook her head, "but my mother doesn't know why, because I only say that it tastes bad and nothing tastes good. Then my mother took me to the hospital for an examination and learned that I have no sense of taste."
After a pause, he said: "In the beginning, I was prescribed a lot of medicine, and I did some stimulating therapy, but it didn't work. Later, I was afraid that I was still young, and the body was damaged after taking the medicine. Gave up."
Shen Xing nodded and said nothing.
For such a small child, I don't know who his father is, he has lost his mother, has no family since he was a child, and still has no sense of taste.
I wonder why God imposes so much misfortune on a young child
What she can do now can only let Lin Feifei live better on the existing basis.
He stood up and poured a glass of water for Feifei, and pointed to the lettuce to stir-fry the meat and said, "You will eat less of this dish, otherwise you will find water to drink all night. I don't know what's going on?"
Feifei nodded and took the water glass. She knew Shen Xing's implication, this dish might indeed be quite salty.
At this moment, there was a knock on the living room door.
Shen Xing turned his head and looked at it. It was a little early for dinner today, and it was not dark now, and I didn't know who was here, but there was more than one shadow standing outside at the door.
"Who?"
As soon as he walked to the door, he heard Li Naijing's voice sound: "Shen Xing, it's me, as well as Zheng Ge and Xiao Zhao."
"Oh, it's all here." Shen Xing was taken aback. Unexpectedly, Zheng Ruijun also rushed back from a business trip. He opened the door and said, "I and Feifei are eating, have you eaten?"
"It's not there yet." Li Naijing has always been a self-acquaintance, and it is also the fastest one to enter other people's homes.
She walked in and looked at the dishes on the table, "The dishes are scarce, not enough, are there any ingredients?"
While talking, he took out a blue hairpin to clamp his hair, and seemed to be ready to go into the kitchen to make a few more dishes.
Feifei stood up and walked to the front: "Yes, auntie, I will do it with you."
"You don't need your help, you can tell Auntie where to put the things." Li Naijing smiled and scraped Feifei's little nose.
After Zhao Wenbo entered the room, his nose shook, and he walked into the workbench with the light on while smelling the smell of wood. He was very interested in these wood carvings last time, but he wanted to handle the case without distraction.
After coming this time, he focused all his attention on the wooden sculptures that Shen Xing had done and not done.
Shen Xing walked in, chuckled, took a spiderman woodcarving and character information card from the drawer of the workbench, and stuffed it into Zhao Wenbo's hand: "I made this extra and gave it to you."
He has long noticed that Zhao Wenbo likes these things, and now that he wants to get closer with the investigating team, the necessary investment is still indispensable.
As expected, Zhao Wenbo's eyes shone slightly. After thanking him, he kept holding Spider-Man in love and read it over and over again several times with the information card in his hand.
The sound of Li Naijing's cooking soon sounded in the kitchen, because the ventilating fan was replaced with a new one, and the suction power was sufficient, and the smell of oily smoke could hardly be heard in the living room.
When Shen Xing greeted Zhao Wenbo, Zheng Ruijun wandered around in the living room with his hands behind his back, and was then pulled over by Shen Xing and sat at the dining table.
Lin Feifei's mother often went out to socialize during her lifetime, especially in bars and high-end restaurants, so there were more than ten bottles of red wine and two bottles of white wine left in the house.
Shen Xing brought a bottle of white wine over, and after opening it, took out the cleaned small wine glass and poured four glasses.
"You can eat first, don't wait for me, it will be done right away." Li Naijing brought a large plate of fried assorted vegetables on the table, turned around and went into the kitchen again.
The assorted dishes looked delicious, delicious, and scented, and Feifei's eyes suddenly lighted up, and there was a feeling of finding a mentor.
Shen Xing greeted Zhao Wenbo, who was still studying Spider-Man, to sit over and said to Zheng Ruijun: "Old Zheng, Li Naijing said you were on a business trip two days ago. Did you just come back?"
Zheng Ruijun smiled and nodded: "I just came back. Well, I heard Nai Jing say that you were very accurate at the beginning, and the abnormality really happened on the 7th floor of Jincheng Building. I didn't intend to disturb you, but later I was interrogated. Ren He Jun, and we also talked with his son He Xiaohui, so I wanted to come over and ask you something."
"Oh?" Shen Xing was puzzled.
"At that time, when Li Naijing asked you to investigate the Jincheng Building, did you see this person?" Zheng Ruijun asked, taking out a piece of portrait paper.
The appearance of the person in this portrait is 90% similar to the appearance of the person after Shen Xing changed his face. (End of this chapter)