"Is corn soup difficult to make?"
While Shen Guofu and his wife, along with Lin Hongqi and his wife, were eating and chatting, Shen Baobao squeezed into the kitchen. Seeing the two cobs of fruit corn in Lin Xu's hands, she asked curiously.
She remembered Aunt Liu used canned corn soup to make golden corn soup at home. It was super simple—just pour it into the pot and heat it up a bit.
But Lin Xu had actually taken out two corn cobs from the fridge.
How do you make it with corn cobs? So puzzling!
Lin Xu said with a smile, "It's quite simple. You can make this soup with fruit corn, husked corn kernels, or cornmeal, but I wouldn't recommend you try it."
Well, better give him a heads-up now to avoid her having a whim someday and burning down the kitchen.
His words had barely faded when Shen Jiayue pouted and asked, "Then what do I do if I want to make you heartwarming soup? I see others make soup for their boyfriends, and I want to try too."
