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Chapter 125 Chrysanthemum Tofu

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 Chrysanthemum Tofu

The little guy was ecstatic after his success, wandering around the room.

Song Song took considerable effort to catch him, soaking wet as if she had just run three thousand meters.

"You cheeky little thing, if you keep being naughty, I’ll spank your bottom. Tell me, what does your dad like to eat? Let’s go to the kitchen and make it for him..."

Song Song was panting, and her throat still tasted a bit bloody.

To begin with, she was a premature baby; furthermore, her body wasn’t well cared for after childbirth, leaving behind some lingering issues—not serious illnesses, but enough to persist for life.

Xiao Beibei saw Song Song’s pale face, thin sweat covering her face, and frowned slightly, "Song Song, are you okay? You look really tired."

"No, not very tired. You go ahead!"

Once finished, she’d go back to her room to rest; her little frame was also terribly weak.

Actually, there was some reason why her mother didn’t want her to become a chef; a head chef needs a lot of physical strength to keep up.

And she had poor physique, how could she withstand it?

Standing for two or three hours straight was already her limit.

Xiao Beibei reached out a small hand to wipe the sweat off Song Song’s forehead, "Actually, my dad doesn’t have anything he particularly likes to eat; he’s not picky."

"There’s always one or two things he especially favors, right?" Song Song coughed once.

Oh no, why does she feel she’s not holding up? Her weak frame collapses without warning, giving no preparation, and comes unexpectedly.

Xiao Beibei tilted his head and thought for a while, smacking his small lips, "Oh, there seems to be one thing he especially likes."

"What is it?"

"Chrysanthemum tofu..."

Xiao Beibei finally recalled the name of this dish.

Song Song’s glance darkened slightly; she hadn’t expected Xiao Jinghuai to be so picky. The ingredients for this dish aren’t expensive, only requiring normal tender tofu.

But it’s a real challenge to a chef’s knife skills, as the tofu needs to be cut into slices measuring 3.3 cm by 0.3 cm thick.

She could do it, but... her knife skills might not reach that perfect level.

Back then, she secretly practiced her knife skills without Ms. Song knowing, and every day her ten fingers were cut...

Seeing Song Song remain silent, Xiao Beibei tugged at her hand, "Little Song, you better forget it, you can’t make this dish. Even the head chef here finds it a bit tough, and my dad always says the taste isn’t right after eating."

"Always finding fault with it..."

Song Song reassured him with a smile, "How do you know it won’t work if you haven’t tried?"

As she said this, a confident light sparkled in the girl’s eyes, a light that could conquer everything.

It left Xiao Beibei stunned, "Little Song, your expression just now was so cool!"

"Let’s go!"

Song Song held his little hand, "Let’s go check out the kitchen."

"Mm mm mm!"

—— Little Song’s hand is really warm, just like mom’s.

Later, Xiao Beibei realized that Little Song wasn’t truly anything special. When she took the knife to the tofu on the chopping board and began to cut swiftly, that was truly cool.

Not only was Xiao Beibei surprised, but even the chefs in the kitchen were all amazed.

Because Song Song was too young for them, and being a girl, having such knife skills made them feel a bit ashamed.

Xiao Jinghuai returned home, and the big one and the small one pulled him to the dining table, where a bowl was placed.

The girl smiled sweetly and said, "Uncle, try it. This is your favorite chrysanthemum tofu."

Xiao Jinghuai looked at the dish, his eyebrows suddenly furrowing, gazing at the girl, "Did you make this?"

"...Mm."

Oh no! Seeing his expression, is she about to be thoroughly disliked?

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