In fact, after Feifei had cooked several times and occasionally made dishes that were very salty or very bland, Shen Xing had already made a guess.
But his guess is that Feifei may have a sense of taste disorder, which makes her unsure of the importance of seasonings when cooking.
What he didn't expect was that Feifei didn't have a sense of taste disorder, but simply had no sense of taste and couldn't taste anything.
So every time she cooks, how can she keep the taste of most of the dishes moderate, instead of making each dish different?
"Some vegetables need salt, and some vegetables don't need salt." Feifei said softly: "I actually write it down every time I cook. But if the combination is different, the standards are different. After blanching with water, some have already added salt, but some And no…”
Shen Xing pressed the back of her hand, indicating that there was no need to say anything, showed a soft smile, and looked at her quietly: "I don't blame you, you have been very careful! In fact, I am very grateful to you for doing this!"
Feifei pouted her mouth and said nothing, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the dishes on the table.
Shen Xing continued: "I will cook in the future. Although I don't know how to cook, I can learn slowly."
"No." Feifei shook her head, "Actually, I quite like cooking, but I'm just afraid that you won't be satisfied."
"Satisfied, of course, why are you not satisfied?" Shen Xing said immediately: "In this way, when you cook in the future, no matter which dish you cook, you will put less salt on the basis of your previous dishes. Even if it is lighter, it doesn't matter. In fact, salt Eating too much is not good for your health.”
"Is that okay?" Feifei's eyes lit up slightly.
"No problem at all." Shen Xing laughed, picked up a chopstick of fried pork with lettuce, and stuffed it into his mouth. "Actually, the salt in this dish is only a little salty, so it's completely edible."
As he finished speaking, he stuffed another huge ball of white rice into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, making it almost impossible to chew.
Feifei couldn't help laughing when she saw this.
After finally swallowing it, Shen Xing poured a glass of water, took a sip, and asked Feifei softly: "Is your taste like this innate, or..."
Feifei picked up the chopsticks again and answered while eating: "My mother told me that before I was four years old, when I ate popsicles, I would say they were delicious, and I would ask for a piece of cake, and I especially liked candy."
"Did you get sick later or something?" Shen Xing was puzzled.
"Then I suddenly lost interest in food." Feifei shook her head, "But my mother didn't know why, because I could only say it didn't taste good, and nothing tasted good. Then my mother took me to the hospital for a check-up and learned that I have no sense of taste anymore.”
After a pause, he added: "At first, I was prescribed a lot of medicine and some stimulation therapy, but it didn't work. Later, I was afraid that I was still young and taking medicine would damage my body, so I didn't take any more medicine. What treatment was given later? They all gave up.”
Shen Xing nodded and said nothing more.
For such a young child, he has no idea who his father is, has lost his mother, has been without a family since childhood, and now has no sense of taste.
I don’t know why God would impose so many misfortunes on a young child?
What she can do now is to make Lin Feifei live a better life based on the current situation.
He stood up and poured a glass of water for Feifei. He pointed at the fried meat with lettuce and said, "You should eat less of this dish, otherwise you will be looking for water all night. Don't you know what's going on?"
Feifei nodded and took the water glass. She knew what Shen Xing meant. This dish might indeed be quite salty.
At this moment, there was a knock on the living room door.
Shen Xing turned around and took a look. It was a little early to eat today. It was not dark yet, so he didn't know who was coming, but there was more than one shadow standing outside the door.
"Who?"
As soon as he walked to the door, he heard Li Naijing's voice: "Shen Xing, it's me, Brother Zheng and Xiao Zhao."
"Hey, they're all here." Shen Xing was stunned. Unexpectedly, Zheng Ruijun also rushed back from a business trip. He opened the door and said, "Feifei and I are having dinner. Have you eaten?"
"Not yet." Li Naijing has always been a familiar person, and she is also the fastest one to enter other people's homes.
She walked in and looked at the dishes on the table, "There are fewer dishes, not enough. Are there any ingredients?"
As he spoke, he took out a blue hairpin and clamped his hair. It seemed that he was about to go into the kitchen to cook a few more dishes.
Feifei stood up and walked to the front: "Yes, Auntie, I will do it with you."
"I don't need your help, just tell Auntie where to put things." Li Naijing smiled and stretched out her hand to scratch Feifei's little nose.
After Zhao Wenbo entered the house, his nose twitched, he smelled the smell of wood and walked to the workbench with the light on. He was very interested in these wood carvings last time he came here, but he just had to work on the case and was not distracted.
After arriving this time, he focused all his attention on the wood carvings that Shen Xing did and did not do.
Shen Xing walked in, smiled, took a wooden sculpture of Spider-Man and a character information card from the drawer of the workbench, and stuffed it into Zhao Wenbo's hand: "I made extra and gave it to you."
He had long noticed that Zhao Wenbo liked these things, and now he wanted to get closer to the people in the investigation team, so the necessary investment was still indispensable.
As expected, Zhao Wenbo's eyes shone slightly. After thanking him, he couldn't put it down while holding Spider-Man, turning over the information card in his hand and reading it several times.
The sound of Li Naijing cooking could soon be heard in the kitchen, because the ventilation fan had been replaced with a new one, and the suction power was very strong, so the smell of oily smoke could hardly be smelled in the living room.
When Shen Xing greeted Zhao Wenbo, Zheng Ruijun walked around the living room with his hands behind his back, and then was pulled over by Shen Xing to sit at the dining table.
Lin Feifei's mother often went out to socialize, especially in bars and high-end restaurants, so there were more than ten bottles of red wine and two bottles of white wine left in the house.
Shen Xing brought a bottle of liquor over, opened it, took out the cleaned small wine glass and poured four glasses.
"You can eat first, don't wait for me, it will be ready soon." Li Naijing put a large plate of fried assorted vegetables on the table, turned around and entered the kitchen again.
The assorted dishes looked delicious, full of aroma, and Feifei's eyes suddenly lit up, feeling like she had found a good teacher.
Shen Xing asked Zhao Wenbo, who was still studying Spider-Man, to sit over and said to Zheng Ruijun: "Old Zheng, Li Naijing said you were on a business trip two days ago. Have you just come back?"
Zheng Ruijun smiled and nodded: "I just came back not long ago. Well, I heard from Naijing that your initial judgment was very accurate. The abnormality did occur on the 7th floor of Jincheng Building. I didn't plan to disturb you at first, but later I interrogated the suspect. He Jun, and we also talked with his son He Xiaohui, and we just wanted to come over and ask you something."
"Oh?" Shen Xing looked confused.
"Did you see this person when Li Naijing asked you to check out the Jincheng Building?" Zheng Ruijun asked, taking out a piece of portrait paper.
The appearance of the person in this portrait is 90% similar to the appearance of the person after Shen Xing changed his face.
