Gourmet: Twins' Father and Chef of the Kindergarten

Chapter 589: Chapter 503: Something’s Off with the Flavor_3

The aroma was like an invisible little hand, directly drilling into the noses of the three of them, teasing their taste buds, making it impossible to resist the urge to taste.

Can’t wait any longer!

And it’s unbearable to wait!

Lin Weilin, careless of the heat not dissipating and ignoring the burning sensation, directly reached out and tried to grab one.

Unexpectedly.

This grab actually pulled up a string, making him have to frantically flail in the air a few times, finally separating one with difficulty.

The heat of the pan-fried bun instantly penetrated his fingertips, making the corners of his mouth twitch involuntarily, his hands rapidly swapping like hot potatoes in the air, while his mouth made "huff huff" sounds, trying to alleviate the burning sensation on his hands in this way.

Qu Qing watched his comical, grimacing face from being scalded, and said, half amused and half exasperated, "Honey, look at you, why not just use chopsticks? You’re such an adult yet act like a child."

Lin Weilin: "..."

Uh~

Momentarily forgot in the rush~

He smiled and handed it over to Qu Qing like a treasure, "Wife, come, you try it first."

The privilege of the first taste undoubtedly belonged to his wife.

In showcasing the virtues of a good husband, Lin Weilin exemplified it to the fullest.

But Qu Qing, looking at the steaming bun in his hand, frowned slightly, "Honey, you have it first, I can manage myself!"

With that, she turned gracefully, pulled a pair of chopsticks from the holder, and elegantly reached toward the pot.

Lin Weilin: "..."

Uh~

Is this...being rejected?

Speaking of which.

Back when they were dating, she’d take bites of whatever he ate or drank, saying it was an "indirect kiss." Now that they’re married, she actually dislikes his hand-grabbed buns...

Huh, women!

Qu Qing, engrossed in the anticipation of delicious food, didn’t notice the subtle displeasure on her husband’s face. She lightly blew on the bun in her hand, eager to take a bite.

"Oh, it’s so hot!"

She exclaimed, then a look of surprise flitted across her face, "Eh?"

After a brief moment of disbelief, a gentle smile reemerged on her lips. She turned her gaze to her eagerly anticipating son and praised, "Hmm, really not bad, Pengpeng, your pan-fried buns are fantastic! Given your excellent performance today, Mommy has decided to reward you with an episode of cartoons!"

"Ah?"

Lin Yipeng paused for a moment at her words, then reacted, his face breaking into a bright smile as he cheered, "Yay, finally I can watch cartoons, thank you mommy, Ultraman, here I come..."

Before finishing his words, he eagerly jumped off the small stool and dashed excitedly toward the living room.

Hearing his wife’s words, Lin Weilin watched his son running away, a bit puzzled. He curiously asked Qu Qing, "Wife, why did you suddenly reward him?"

Having lived together for so many years, he knew Qu Qing’s every little move inside out.

Just now, when Qu Qing took her first bite of the pan-fried bun, he sensed something wasn’t right.

But before Qu Qing could answer anything...

He just put the bun in his hand into his mouth.

And then...

He stared wide-eyed in shock and disbelief.

Eh?

Not right?

The taste, why does it taste quite different from the ones we packed before?

The difference is quite big!

It was then he understood the subtle expression Qu Qing had earlier. Yet, in his heart, he still wondered: why was the taste of the second batch made by their son less impressive than the first? Logically speaking, practice makes perfect; shouldn’t it taste better each time?

Unconvinced, Lin Weilin took another big bite and chewed carefully for a while.

If the pan-fried bun he had before was considered delicious, the one in front of him could only be described as decent.

The disparity between the two was simply too apparent.

He mumbled to himself, "The taste of this pan-fried bun is not right..."

Seeing her husband’s surprised look, Qu Qing smiled knowingly and said, "Isn’t this normal? Even if Qingqing’s dad was a genius chef, he’s not a god. How can we expect him to teach the kids to make such delicious buns in one go? The bun now probably reflects Pengpeng’s true culinary level."

These words, falling into Lin Weilin’s ears, though sounded logical, still carried a hint of doubt as he asked, "Wife, are you saying that our Pengpeng is lying and tricking us to make us happy?"

Qu Qing gave Lin Weilin a big eye roll with a "Are you dumb?" expression: "I never said that... You see, when Pengpeng made buns, we watched the whole process. He did it pretty well, much better than many kids. Besides, the ingredients used at Dorami Kindergarten have always been fresh and high-quality. This time, to enhance the children’s buns’ flavor, Teacher Huang must have put in a lot of effort, selecting better ingredients and perhaps giving some help during preparation. That’s why the buns Pengpeng brought home tasted so amazing."

Listening to her, Lin Weilin pondered carefully and agreed with Qu Qing’s reasoning.

After all, even the same variety of cucumbers can vary in quality, let alone a delicacy requiring skill and care to make.

"Wife, you are right."

Qu Qing continued to smile, "Our Pengpeng is really amazing. His seriousness while kneading dough earlier even startled me. Honestly, many college students nowadays might not even know how to knead dough. Our young Pengpeng can do it. Though the taste was typical, at least it’s edible. For Pengpeng’s age, his skills definitely outshine 99% of kindergarten kids nationwide."

Upon hearing his wife lavishly praise their son, Lin Weilin beamed with pride, "Of course, doesn’t someone see who gave birth to him!"

"Look at you, so pleased with yourself!"

Qu Qing playfully rolled her eyes at him, then shifted the conversation, "Alright, honey, I’m full now. I’ll leave the remaining buns to you, don’t let Pengpeng’s effort go to waste..."

After saying that, she swallowed the last bite of the bun and gracefully left the kitchen, leaving Lin Weilin alone to face the remaining buns in the pot, a sense of unspeakable melancholy on his face.

Honestly, these buns’ flavor really could only be considered ordinary.

If it weren’t for the previously amazing buns as a comparison, perhaps he’d happily devour them all with a sense of contentment.

But having tasted such unforgettable flavors, when facing these afterward, an indescribable sense of disappointment naturally arose in his heart.

This feeling is like falling from the clouds to the ground, from ultimate enjoyment back to mundane reality.

So.

Being tasked to finish this dish by himself indeed poses quite a challenge!

Thus...

He called out to Qu Qing’s retreating figure, "Wife, come back quickly, I can’t handle this alone, come back quickly, your husband shines because of you..."

Unfortunately...

His call could not make Qu Qing turn back, only bringing her playful words, filled with amusement, softly to his ears, "Honey, you can do it~ I believe you can!"

Indeed.

A couple is like birds in the same forest, when disaster strikes, they fly their separate ways...

Lin Yipeng didn’t expect her anymore, silently facing this "arduous" task ahead.