Chapter 318 Song Ni Cooks (1)

Song Ni rarely concerned herself with Tan Zheng's affairs, but that didn't mean she wasn't paying attention. And Tan Zheng knew what she wasn't saying. It was their unspoken understanding. Tan Zheng pulled Song Ni into his embrace, patting her waist absently. "I have it under control, it's fine." Those people's tricks would always target those close to him. They had used his loyalty back then to expel him from the competition, and now they were still using emotions. First his wife, then the members of his club. But they had forgotten that he wasn't the Tan Zheng of yesteryear. He never lacked capital. If they wanted to play, he would play with them. "You shouldn't drive yourself during this period. I'll pick you up and drop you off myself." Song Ni knew Tan Zheng was doing this to eliminate any worries. "There's no need for you to pick me up personally. I can manage on my own, or have the bodyguard do it. You just focus on your own matters." Whether it was training or anything else. Tan Zheng fell silent for a moment, then finally agreed to Song Ni's request. Later, Song Ni learned that Tan Zheng had arranged for a seasoned race car driver, someone with exceptional driving skills who had been helping Tan Zheng since his retirement. Song Ni was indeed exhausted. After a few words with Tan Zheng, her tense nerves finally relaxed. Once she fell asleep, Tan Zheng got up and went to the study. Danny truly lacked foresight. While he wasn't a bad racer in his professional days, his few championships all occurred when Tan Zheng wasn't present. And in those races where he won, several seeded players had mysteriously met with accidents. Tan Zheng had investigated and discovered the people behind Danny. It was an established automotive group, one of the early investors who proposed holding races a century ago. Even now, the group's influence was considerable. Modern racing was no longer as pure as it once was; the tangled interests involved too many people. The profit stakeholders behind a single race championship were unimaginable. Tan Zheng's momentum had been too strong back then. Yet, a person like him, solely focused on racing and uninterested in endorsements or collaborations, was like a drop of pure water in a polluted environment, unable to be tolerated by the dye vat. Either the water would be dyed other colors, or the drop would be refused entry. Now that Tan Zheng was returning, he was once again disrupting their vested interests. Tan Zheng was well aware of this, but he had never feared it. Back then, he had trusted Xi Jin Jiang too much and had been too arrogant, believing those people wouldn't dare to move against him, believing he wouldn't fall for their tricks. Things were different now. Since they wanted to play, he would play with them. Without Tan Zheng by her side, Song Ni slept restlessly, waking after only an hour or two. When she touched the cool side of the bed, Song Ni knew Tan Zheng must have been awake all night. She couldn't sleep either. However, Song Ni didn't choose to go to the study; instead, she turned on the light in the room. She had paid a visit to Lake Luomeng and seemed to have formed an initial outline for her ideal wedding dress. Inspiration struck, and fatigue automatically dissipated. Song Ni sketched on paper with her pen, and soon, a preliminary wedding dress design was complete. The intricate details were far more complex, and Song Ni was the type of person who found it difficult to stop once she started. As the sky began to lighten, Song Ni put down her pen. Tan Zheng had been up all night. Thinking of this, Song Ni went into the bathroom, freshened up briefly, and went downstairs. She wanted to make Tan Zheng breakfast. But clearly, as a pampered young lady who had grown up without ever needing to handle household chores, she couldn't have suddenly learned how to cook upon growing up. Fortunately, by this time, it was bright daylight in China, and Song Ni began to ask her mother for advice on making a simple yet nutritious breakfast. Madam Song was overjoyed to receive such a request for the first time and immediately initiated a video call. "Nini, first open the refrigerator and show Mom what ingredients you have." Song Ni obediently opened the refrigerator and panned the camera to show every corner. Because an aunt came regularly to clean and cook, the refrigerator was well-stocked and the ingredients were fresh. Madam Song nodded with satisfaction. "If Xiao Zheng stayed up late, he should eat something warm this morning. Nini, you can take out that fish to make soup and then boil some noodles. That's relatively simple." Song Ni's brow twitched slightly. Was making soup simple? She wasn't sure, but since her mother said soup was good for Tan Zheng's stomach, she would make soup. After all, it was still early, and there was plenty of time. "Oh, Mom, can people who are injured drink fish soup?" She thought simply. If she was going to make soup, she might as well make more so everyone could have some. Hearing this, Madam Song became a little anxious. "Injured? Nini, who is injured?" "Mom, it's some of the kids at the club. They're not badly hurt, don't worry." Madam Song then relaxed. "Of course, they can drink it. Fish soup is nourishing, but you should ask his attending physician." Song Ni nodded and took out the fish. Fortunately, the aunt had already prepared it, otherwise, Song Ni wasn't sure if she would know how to handle it, and she certainly wouldn't be willing to. After taking out all the necessary ingredients, Song Ni found a stand to place her phone on. "Alright, Mom, what should I do now?" Madam Song's cooking style was to prepare everything before starting to cook, and she taught that way as well. "Nini, first prepare the side ingredients. Slice the ginger, and cut the tofu into small cubes." Song Ni nodded and after searching for a while, finally found where the knives were kept. There were many types of knives there, and Song Ni could only recognize a paring knife, so she casually picked one up. The knife gleamed for a moment. When Madam Song saw the knife, she was startled. "Oh my, my dear, be careful. That's a cleaver; you don't need something that big. Put it back properly and don't hurt yourself." Song Ni said "Oh" and obediently put the knife back, choosing a relatively smaller one. Madam Song had already reached her kitchen and asked someone to hold her phone for her, demonstrating how to cut ginger. "First slice it, then cut it into thin strips. Nini, do you understand?" Song Ni watched once and thought this task was incredibly simple. Half a minute later... Song Ni realized her eyes understood, but her hands did not. Why was this piece of ginger so disobedient? No matter how hard she gripped it, it would slip away just as the knife was about to cut. Several times this happened, and if her reaction hadn't been quick enough, the knife would have cut her hand. Madam Song watched, her heart in her mouth. "Nini, don't hurt your hand. Go slowly, slowly!" Song Ni frowned tightly and discovered another method.