Qiaoqiao stared at the rice ball just formed in his hand, a bit conflicted: "Why are we using rice? What was originally used?" Lun Chuan patiently explained: "It was originally supposed to be with button mushrooms—you probably haven’t had them. I’ll take you to the supermarket to see them next time." "The shape is just like our rice balls, and once soaked with juice, it’s soft with some chew, plus the fragrance of mushrooms, it’s delicious." "As for why we’re not using them... first, we didn’t buy them, and second, your sister prefers the crops we grow at home." "When the wheat at home ripens in summer, you can use wheat dough to make it." "You can use wheat dough too?!" Qiaoqiao’s eyes widened. "Yeah." Lun Chuan laughed: "Qiaoqiao, be more confident! Your cooking skills are actually better than mine, everything you make is delicious, so you can boldly try some new combinations." "Hmm... maybe I’ll take you online tonight to see others’ delicacies. You should be able to learn many new dishes." Qiaoqiao’s eyes sparkled! Nobody had really taught him this! Seventh Uncle would teach him to cook during the day, but Teacher Xin would also assign homework and other tasks. He also had his own night schedule and had never searched for various cuisines online. So when he suddenly encountered a Western dish, he was a bit hesitant. But in fact, with his current cooking skills, making these dishes was a piece of cake, and he could also change the taste for the family. "Okay!" Qiaoqiao nodded, acting more boldly, soon forming a successful "rice nest". Song Tan sat quietly by the fire, realizing that Lun Chuan was truly patient and really good at teaching Qiaoqiao, which made her even more pleased with her discernment and decisiveness. Her eyes were bright, and Lun Chuan turned to see her, giving a helpless smile. Then he carefully placed the rice nest, which was just on the iron pan, onto an iron spatula, turned around, and turned on the gas stove on the other side of the counter. The flames roared up, quickly heating the iron spatula, and the rice nest on it began to emit a roasted aroma, with the edges starting to turn yellow. After that, Lun Chuan added a few pieces of pickled beans into the indentation, handing it over the stove to Song Tan: "It’s not ready yet, have some of this to satisfy your craving." She wasn’t really craving. But in the end, she smiled, took the cute little rice ball that looked like half a ping-pong ball, and, under Qiaoqiao’s little adult-like head-shaking and sighing, took a bite. The outer layer had a slight crispy texture, while the inside was soft and fragrant, accompanied by the rich fresh fragrance of the yellow wormwood pickled beans. After one bite, all she could say was— "It’s really delicious!" Qiaoqiao was contentedly molding rice balls on the side, while Lun Chuan was chopping up the drained mushroom bits, mixing them with minced onions, diced pork lard residue, and fresh meat pieces, then stir-frying them in the pan. Black pepper and various seasonings were added to the pan, making it smoke more and smell even more fragrant. Seeing Song Tan enjoying the food happily, the smile on his face was very satisfied, but his words were still said lightly: "According to the original recipe, this should use bacon, but since we don’t have any at home, we can use a little bit of pork lard residue and boiled meat pieces to stir-fry instead." "As long as the feeling is almost there, substituting shouldn’t make it too bad. You have to try it to know." Qiaoqiao nodded earnestly, now trying hard to think of similar ingredients he could use to substitute and create a new dish. "Come on, brush some oil in the pan, once it’s hot, lay the rice ball down." "I’ll fill it with the sautéed minced mushroom and meat as stuffing—remember the ingredients we bought the other day? There’s a pack of cheese slices, go bring it out." Qiaoqiao picked up the slice of bright yellow cheese, suddenly very interested: "Okay! I’ll go now!" In fact, the refrigerator was right behind him, but this was how simple a child’s joy could be. To continue this happiness, Lun Chuan stepped aside once the bottom of the rice ball began absorbing the mushroom oil’s aroma and space was made. "Come on, lay down the cheese slices one by one." "Cheese melts easily. You can also add a slice when cooking instant noodles; maybe it’ll make the texture a bit different..." Like a new toy, Qiaoqiao meticulously placed the cheese slices, then suddenly asked: "Can I add it when cooking noodles?" Lun Chuan thought for a moment, a slightly grim expression flashed by, but disappeared. He quickly encouraged: "You can try. Even if it doesn’t taste good, there are many mouths at home, so it won’t go to waste."