Chapter 169 I Like Your Cooking (1/2)

Chapter 169: I Like Your Cooking

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Li Du wanted to help out with the cooking and preparation of dinner.

Mrs. Liu adamantly refused and smiled. ”You are our precious guest, Ah Du. How can we let our guest help out? Don’t worry, you will have a taste of my culinary skills very soon.”

Wesley waved to Li Du. ”Brother Li, come over here, let me show you a nice gun.”

”What? You are still playing with guns?!” The shout came from the kitchen.

It was Mr. Liu; he could hear them quite clearly as it was an open kitchen.

Wesley laughed at his dad’s reaction. ”Dad, I’m just joking. I’m an overseas student, not an American citizen; there’s no way I could keep a gun. I can only go to the shooting range.”

”The shooting range is out of bounds too!” said Mr. Liu, followed by a series of loud, constant chopping sounds as he chopped up the sautéed, preserved pork with ease.

Wesley’s parents had superb culinary skills. As dish after dish appeared on the dining table, Li Du and Wesley took turns to introduce the Chinese dishes to Sophie.

The Chinese cold dishes appeared on the dining table first. There was braised beef with sauce, cold, dressed, sliced sausages, braised pork trotters in the old Peking style, marinated eggs, and more.

Next, the warm dishes started to make their way to the dining table: roast duck, spicy diced chicken with peanuts, spicy prawn balls with peanuts, stewed pig's feet with tofu, and braised, sautéed preserved pork in soy sauce garnished with red chili and coriander.

”Uncle, there’s so much food, we won’t be able to finish it,” Li Du said looking at the table full of food.

”Okay, just one more dish coming up: the stir-fried shredded pork meat with spring onion and a soup. Please sit down, I brought Mao Tai over as well; we can have a drink together later,” Mr. Liu said.

”Dad, I want to drink as well.”

”Go drink your pig trotters soup, you rascal!”

The last dish was the shark fin soup in a casserole; its exquisite aroma filled the air around the room as it was served.

When Sophie realized what was used to make the soup, she looked uninterested and said, ”My apologies, but I’m not having the shark fin soup as I joined the Endangered Species Protection Agency. No more shark fins for me.”

”That’s alright—I won’t have any either. Wesley can have it. This soup is a tonic, nourishing blood and vital energy,” Li Du said.

Wesley mumbled to himself softly in his mother tongue, ”It’s always about nourishing, nourishing and nourishing. It will go to waste tonight anyway.”

”Huh?” Mr. Liu didn’t catch that.

Wesley replied, ”It’s nothing.” Wesley then spoke in English, ”Come, Brother Li, Doctor Sophie, make yourselves at home, eat more.”

”Yes, please enjoy the food. Oh, does Doctor Sophie know how to use chopsticks?” said a concerned Mrs. Liu, looking toward Sophie, then Wesley.

”No worries Mom,” Wesley said. ”Brother Li is here. He will help Doctor Sophie with the food.”

And Li Du did just that. Sophie didn’t reject his help; her cheeks were full of color, her head was low, and she ate in small mouthfuls. She looked comfortable using the chopsticks as well.

Li Du relished the wonderful dinner the Liuses had whipped up for them.

”Aunty, Uncle, thank you so much for having us—the food is awesome! I can understand how Jin Long got to his size now.”

Wesley did not care about his size nor shape; he was happily munching on a pig trotter with one hand and a roasted duck drumstick with the other.

Mr. Liu laughed heartily, ”Great, we are glad you enjoyed the food. You are Jin Long’s savior, you do not need to thank us. We should at least do this for you.”

Mrs. Liu nodded, ”Precisely, as the Chinese proverb says: ‘A drop of water shall be returned with a burst of spring.’ If there’s anything we can do for you, please feel free to ask us.”

When Li Du left Wesley’s apartment, he was carrying a box full of preserved Chinese food, such as the spice marinated dry rubbed duck, Chinese smoked sausages, dried fish and scallops, and some of the food packaged in containers they could not finish earlier on.

Li Du tried to refuse, but Mr. Liu insisted. ”So you’ve forgotten what Uncle told you earlier? Just take them, there will be more that will arrive very soon.”

And so Li Du accepted their goodwill.

Back in his apartment at Pine Tree Tops, he started to sort out the preserved food, storing it in the appropriate places.

Rose came back from work. When she entered the house, she flung her shoes to one side and walked into the kitchen.