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"Why is it that even though I follow your method, it still doesn't taste as good?"
Mai Xiaomai asked, a bit puzzled.
"Besides having the method, you also need experience."
Mai's mom gave her a look and said, "Besides, you don't have to worry about not having anyone to cook for you. Spending so much time researching is useless."
"Haha, who knows."
Mai Xiaomai laughed and said, "I can't guarantee I'll have someone to take care of me for my whole life. What if one day I'm down and out and have no one to serve me? Wouldn't I starve to death?"
"You'll naturally know how to cook then, and won't care about the taste."
Mai's mom said.
To her mom's words, Mai Xiaomai could only respond with admiration, truly speechless.
Mai Xiaomai went to the backyard to call Mai's dad, who was practicing Tai Chi, in for breakfast.
"Dad, I made these noodles myself; try them."
Mai Xiaomai eagerly placed the noodles in front of her dad.
Mai's dad was touched.
