He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

"Matsutake mushrooms should not be washed with water."

As Chen Hao spoke, he took out a few matsutake mushrooms from the paper bag.

Lin Caiwei stood by the kitchen counter, still holding the coffee she had just bought, not having had time to put it down.

His tone was very flat, as if he were explaining a problem that he had done many times.

"Washing with water will remove the fragrance. The aroma of matsutake mushrooms dissolves in water, so they become worthless after washing."

He gently scraped the mud off the surface of the umbrella with his fingernail.

It's dry, so it can be scraped off easily.

Then I picked up a small brush with brown bristles, which is not commonly seen and is specifically used for brushing fungi.

Brush from the edge of the umbrella canopy towards the center with very light movements, as if cleaning something fragile.

Lin Caiwei placed the coffee cup on the bar counter and leaned closer to look at it.

"Only a brush can be used?"

"You can also use a damp cloth to wipe it," Chen Hao said without looking up. "But the cloth shouldn't be too wet; wring it until you can't squeeze out any more water, and wipe it gently."

He demonstrated it to her.

Wet the kitchen paper towels, crumple them into a ball, and squeeze them firmly.

Water droplets fell into the sink, one by one.

Then unfold it, hold it with your fingers, and rub it back and forth on the stem of the matsutake mushroom a couple of times.

The tissue was stained with a light brown color.

Lin Caiwei nodded without saying anything.

She watched him finish processing the last matsutake mushroom.

There were four mushrooms in total. They weren't very big, but the caps were plump and the edges were curled, so they were fresh.

He cut off the small section of wood chips from the root, the cut was clean and crisp, and the cross-section was a clean, milky white.

Then change the knife.

He pulled a narrow-bladed knife from the knife rack; the blade was long and thin, and several Japanese characters were engraved on the back of the blade.

The cutting board is made of ginkgo wood and has been used for many years; its surface is covered with fine knife marks.

He placed the matsutake mushroom horizontally on the cutting board, held the top of the cap with his left hand, and held the knife in his right hand, starting to cut from the stem end.

The first piece fell, so thin that light could pass through it.

Lin Caiwei subconsciously held her breath.

The knife was very sharp, and his hand was very steady.

With each slice, the blade barely paused, as if slicing tofu.

The thickness is almost uniform, the edges are smooth, and there are no debris.

When he cut to the cap, he laid the knife flat and sliced ​​it at an angle, preserving the texture of the cap intact.

She watched his wrist; there were no unnecessary movements, just a clean, decisive motion.

[Ding! Processing matsutake mushrooms, cooking skill experience points +220]

Lin Caiwei looked away from the cutting board and took a sip of coffee.

The coffee has gone cold.

Sisi stood on a small stool.

She dragged the stool from the living room; it was solid wood and a bit heavy.

She grabbed the edge of the stool with both hands, pushed off with her feet, hit her knees on the stool, and then flipped herself up.

Once you've secured your position, it's time to assign tasks.

"Mom, give me the cherry tomatoes."

Lin Caiwei took the washed small bowl from the sink and placed it next to Sisi.

The bowl contained a dozen or so cherry tomatoes, freshly washed, their skins still glistening with water droplets, a vibrant red.

Sisi started working very seriously.

She picked one up, examined it for two seconds, and then placed it in the center of the white plate.

He picked up another one and placed it aside.

When the third one was placed, the first one rolled away.

She reached out to grab it, but the plate was slippery, and the cherry tomato slipped through her fingers, rolling to the edge of the cutting board before hitting Chen Hao's elbow and coming to a stop.

Chen Hao didn't move and continued cutting the matsutake mushrooms.

Sisi jumped off the stool, caught the escaped cherry tomatoes, and put them back in their place.

This time she placed it very slowly, pressing it down for a while to make sure it was stable before letting go.

"Dad, Sisi is setting up the sun."

"Yes, I see." Chen Hao arranged the sliced ​​matsutake mushrooms into a bowl. "The sun is round."

"Yes, they're round." Sisi picked up another cherry tomato.

But the cherry fruit wouldn't listen.

She placed three, then rolled two away.

The remaining one stood alone in the center of the plate, like a red dot.

She tilted her head and looked at it for a while, then decided to change her approach.

First, turn the plate over.

Then pick up two cherry tomatoes and place them side by side on top of the plate—eyes.

Take another one and place it vertically below your eyes—your nose.

Finally, take a row and place it horizontally at the very bottom—the mouth.

His mouth is crooked.

Two on the left, three on the right, and one in the middle lost its footing and rolled onto my cheek.

She used her little finger to push it back, but she pushed too hard and it fell right off the plate.

She bent down to pick it up, and the small stool wobbled.

Chen Hao reached out and held onto the edge of the stool.

"It's okay, take your time."

Sisi rearranged the cherry tomato.

The mouth is still uneven, but at least it hasn't rolled away.

She took a half step back, tilted her head to the left, then to the right, and examined her work.

Then lift the plate.

"Dad, look!"

Chen Hao put down the knife, turned halfway around, and looked at it carefully.

There was a crooked face on the plate.

His eyes were too close together, his nose stood up like a small chimney, and his mouth stretched to his cheeks, giving him a carefree smile.

"Sisi spelled it really well," he said. "Better than Dad."

"Really?"

"real.

"Put this dish on the table in a bit."

Sisi held the plate even higher, her little feet dangling back and forth by the bench.

She started playing the second game.

This time it's a flower.

First, use a cherry tomato as the flower center, then arrange five petals around the flower center.

But the petals can't lie flat; they always tilt to one side.

She tried a few times, and then simply stood the cherry tomatoes upright, with five upright cherry tomatoes surrounding a horizontal one in the middle.

It doesn't look like a flower.

It looks more like an octopus with five legs.

Lin Caiwei stood to the side, her hands resting on the edge of the kitchen counter, a smile playing on her lips.

She didn't laugh out loud, but Sisi looked up and saw it.

"Mom, what are you laughing at?"

"Mom thinks Sisi spells it very well," Lin Caiwei said.

Sisi was satisfied and lowered her head to continue working.

The cod was left in the refrigerator for twenty minutes.

Chen Hao took a food container out of the refrigerator and opened the lid.

Two pieces of silver cod, each about the size of a palm, of uniform thickness, with a silvery-gray skin and natural patterns.

He first gently patted the surface of the fish dry with kitchen paper towels.

This step is very important.

Water stains can cause oil splattering and also affect the coloring process.

Then sprinkle salt.

The salt is sea salt, and the grains are coarser than regular salt.

He pinched a small amount with his fingers and sprinkled it evenly from a height of thirty centimeters, like snow.

Sprinkle the fish skin noodles once, then sprinkle the fish meat noodles once.

You can add a little more fish skin flour; it will make it crispier when frying.

Next up is black pepper.

The pepper grinder spun three times, and the fine powder settled onto the snow-white fish.

Finally, spread a thin layer of olive oil evenly.

"How long should it be marinated?"

Lin Caiwei was standing next to him again at some point, holding an empty coffee cup in her hand.

"Ten minutes." Chen Hao glanced at the clock on the wall. "Enough time for you to wash the cup."

Lin Caiwei looked down at the cup but didn't touch it.

She moved closer to him again.

Do you usually cook like this at home?

"It depends on the time." Chen Hao put the lid on the food container and put it back in the refrigerator. "If I have time, I'll do it in more detail; if I don't have time, I'll keep it simple."

"So, do you have time today or not?"

Chen Hao thought for a moment.

"There is still time."

Lin Caiwei didn't ask any more questions.

She took the coffee cup into the kitchen sink, turned on the tap, and squeezed in some dish soap.

The water was splashing loudly.