Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife-Chapter 687 - 685: More Persistent Than the Violin (Part 1)

Chapter 687: Chapter 685: More Persistent Than the Violin (Part 1)

Curry fish balls, being the first dish made by Mommy that Da Bao ever tasted in his life, served as a link reconnecting mother and son nearly five years after their separation. Over the years, this dish has remained Da Bao’s favorite, bar none.

But, his love for curry fish balls is limited to those made by Mommy.

The flavor of the fish balls made by Mommy always tasted slightly different from those made by others, according to his taste buds.

As for where the difference lay, Da Bao couldn’t quite articulate it. Perhaps it’s what people often refer to as the so-called "mother’s flavor."

So today, when he tasted the fish balls, Da Bao noticed the difference immediately but didn’t want to hurt Mommy’s feelings.

Upon hearing that these fish balls were specially made for him by Nuonuo, his feelings became more complicated.

Honestly speaking, the taste of these fish balls was not great. If someone else had made them, Da Bao might have spit them out on the spot.

It’s often said that no matter how bad a person’s cooking is, dishes like curry beef and curry fish balls shouldn’t be too poorly made.

By this logic, if someone can’t even make curry beef or curry fish balls properly, they basically shouldn’t expect to excel at cooking other dishes.

If judging someone’s cooking talent based on this point, Da Bao felt that Nuonuo was definitely a negative score, just like his father, with no talent for cooking whatsoever.

Le Tong amusingly watched her son’s subtle expressions and asked again, "Is it tasty?"

Da Bao nodded without a moment’s hesitation, "The taste is different from what you make, Mommy, but it’s equally delicious!"

Le Tong smiled with interest, "Hmm, then take your time eating, and it’s all yours!"

Da Bao had no intention of refusing, reached out, and popped another one into his mouth.

"Great!"

As Le Tong cooked, she glanced at her son from time to time, watching his enjoyment, and the vague suspicions in her heart gradually became clear.

Soon, Da Bao ate half of the small plate of curry fish balls before suddenly realizing something was amiss!

"Mommy, why did Nuonuo suddenly think of making fish balls?"

Standing at the kitchen counter, Da Bao watched as Le Tong gestured for him to hand her a plate, and she leaned down to serve the diced meat onto it.

"It’s not sudden. Remember during the last holiday, when we ate those delicious dishes at the hotel? Nuonuo kept pestering me to teach her how to cook after we returned home."

Le Tong wouldn’t admit that the little girl had been following her around in the kitchen all these days learning how to cook, though the results were less than satisfactory. Only the curry fish balls Da Bao was eating could barely be swallowed.

Le Tong glanced at the plate with a few remaining fish balls, and silently gave a thumbs up—her son was truly a considerate and loving man!

"She wants to learn how to cook?" Da Bao looked puzzled.

Mommy’s cooking skills are famous in the Ji Family and the Yang Family. Whenever Grandpa or Great-Grandpa and Uncle came over, Mommy would personally cook, and everyone claimed her skills were better than those of a super five-star chef.

Da Bao didn’t think this was flattery, because he felt that no matter how delicious food tasted in others’ homes or outside, it could never compare to Mommy’s, even if it was just a simple bowl of shredded chicken noodles.

He figured that everyone in the family, including Daddy, Little Treasure, and Nuonuo, shared his feelings.

However, as Mommy was getting busier, everyone didn’t want her to overexert herself, and it was generally forbidden for her to enter the kitchen during weekdays.

But even with the ban, Mommy still sneaked into the kitchen every few days to make a dish or two to improve everyone’s life.

But Nuonuo was still young, and Da Bao couldn’t figure out her motivation or reasons for wanting to learn how to cook.

"Yes, she told me herself."

Da Bao remained confused, but Mommy sounded very serious, and it didn’t look like a lie.

"I thought that apart from the violin, Nuonuo wouldn’t be persistent about anything else." Da Bao sighed a little.

"Baby, you’re wrong!" Le Tong did not agree with Da Bao’s view at all.

"She’s also very persistent about the endorsement deals, and besides that, there’s something else she’s even more persistent about than the violin and endorsements."

Although Le Tong was busy, she always paid close attention to her children’s matters, and she had a keen and sensitive mind.

"Hmm?! What is it?"

Da Bao had been really busy these days, averaging only three or four hours of sleep a day, so regarding himself and Nuonuo, he was indeed confused and troubled, but he simply had no time to ponder these trivial matters.

Looking at her confused and curiously eager son, Le Tong mischievously smiled, "This is a secret; the divine machine cannot be revealed!"

Given Da Bao’s understanding of his Mommy, when she didn’t want to discuss something, no one could pry it from her, not even Dad or himself.

"Alright, I’ll figure it out myself!"

Da Bao considered himself well-acquainted with Nuonuo, the little girl, and believed that the current inability to guess her thoughts and motivations was purely because he was too busy recently, with no time to mind the little girl’s thoughts and worries.

"Hmm, think slowly..."

Le Tong could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that in some matters, this eldest son of hers would not be as obtuse and clueless as his father.

Da Bao helped carry a few dishes to the dining room and called out toward the playroom, "Nuonuo Xiaobao, come out and wash your hands, it’s time to eat."

Nuonuo and Little Treasure responded and dashed out, with Little Treasure scurrying to the washroom and the little girl dutifully running to the study room door, knocking and calling out through the door, "Daddy, it’s time to eat."

Ji Rui soon came out of the study, smiled at Da Bao, and nodded, "Son, you’re back!"

Da Bao called out to him, and the father and son, with understanding, got busy serving rice and soup while the younger ones washed their hands and returned, obediently climbing onto their chairs.

Nuonuo quickly scanned the table and stood by leaning her hands on it.

Da Bao glanced at her, "All the dishes are here."

Just then, Le Tong also sat down, Nuonuo glanced at Le Tong, "Mommy..."

Le Tong saw through her daughter’s thoughts at once and interrupted her by pointing at Da Bao, "Nuonuo, you want to ask about the plate of curry fish balls, right? Ask your brother."

Nuonuo looked puzzled at Da Bao. Obviously it was Mommy working in the kitchen, so why ask Brother?

Da Bao patted her shoulder, signaling her to sit down, then handed her a bowl of soup, signaling her to drink.

But Nuonuo persisted, wanting an answer, and just held the bowl, staring at Da Bao for an explanation.

"I finished off that plate of fish balls! Don’t glare at me, hurry up and drink your soup!" Da Bao tousled her hair and took a sip of his own soup.

Nuonuo’s face was full of shock and disbelief, "Brother, you ate them all?"

Da Bao chuckled at her, "Yes, do you want to count them?"