"Is that so? Thank you very much, Auntie."
Lin Feng hadn't expected Tamako Nobi to go to the trouble of learning to cook dishes to suit his tastes, specifically those from Huaxia.
No wonder the dishes on the table looked somewhat like Eastern cuisine; it turned out Tamako Nobi had imitated Huaxia's cooking style.
That was indeed very thoughtful.
Otherwise, if there was a table full of caviar sushi or raw fish, catfish sashimi, and miso soup, those cold and spicy foods, Lin Feng wouldn't have been very used to them.
However, the tonkatsu and teriyaki chicken from Neon were quite good. He could try them sometime.
"It's no trouble at all. Besides, it's nice to change things up every now and then, right, honey!"
Tamako Nobi smiled at Lin Feng, waving her hand, then turned to Daisuke Nobi, who was sitting beside her, as if seeking his opinion.
"That's right, always eating the same kind of food gets boring."
"And it's not easy for Lin Feng to come all the way here to study. Compared to you, my Nobita is really useless, hahahaha...!"
When people talk about how great someone else's kid is, they always have to compare them to their own.
But this Nobita fellow, he really doesn't have any good qualities to brag about.
He's bad at studying, and he's bad at sports.
The only things he's relatively good at are shooting and cat's cradle.
Of course, if you're talking about how quickly he falls asleep during a nap, then Nobita dares to say he's second to none.
His amazing record of falling asleep in 0.93 seconds has never been surpassed, which is enough to make Nobita a force to be reckoned with in the field of nap speed.
What does it mean to fall asleep in less than a second?
You hit the ground, your head hasn't even touched the pillow, and you're already out cold.
If there were ranks for napping, Nobita would undoubtedly be the ultimate champion.
However, as a parent, Daisuke Nobi certainly wouldn't bring this up in front of others. All he could do was make a self-deprecating joke to lighten the mood.
"Actually, it's not as exaggerated as Uncle says. I just did what I could."
Lin Feng was somewhat helpless about Daisuke Nobi's praise.
After all, as a transmigrator, he couldn't choose his family situation when he transmigrated. From start to finish, he was in a relatively passive state.
However, one good thing about him was his strong adaptability. Even in a brand new environment, he could quickly adjust and adapt.
Lin Feng adapted to his role in the Doraemon world relatively quickly.
"Haha, I didn't expect Lin Feng to be so modest. Alright, let's not just chat. Come on, try my wife's cooking. She's really amazing at it!"
Daisuke Nobi took Lin Feng's words as modesty and, after a chuckle, invited Lin Feng to start eating.
Lin Feng didn't bother to explain further. Modest, so be it; it wasn't a big deal anyway.
"Honey."
"Are you saying the only thing I'm amazing at is cooking?"
As soon as Daisuke Nobi finished speaking, a glint flashed in Tamako Nobi's glasses, and her gaze towards Daisuke Nobi made him feel uneasy.
"No, no, no... that's not it, honey, let me explain. I mean, besides your amazing cooking, other things are amazing too! But the cooking is even more amazing...!"
Feeling something was off, Daisuke Nobi's survival instincts kicked in, and he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead while explaining.
"Hmph, that's more like it."
"Alright everyone, let's eat quickly. The food will get cold and won't taste as good."
Tamako Nobi's glare behind her glasses vanished after Daisuke Nobi's explanation, replaced by a gentle, smiling expression.
Lin Feng smiled slightly at Tamako Nobi's change, not paying it too much mind.
Sometimes, a little more liveliness at home makes things feel more homey.
Picking up the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, Lin Feng began to savor the cooking of Nobita's mother, Tamako Nobi.
To be honest, her skills were indeed quite good. She was worthy of being a professional housewife, at least better than what Lin Feng cooked up at home.
Though Tamako Nobi had tried her best to cook according to the Huaxia cuisine, some cooking methods still couldn't completely shake off the habits of Neon.
Fortunately, Lin Feng adapted quickly, and he enjoyed the dinner.
"By the way, Lin Feng, I heard from Nobita that you're creating manga yourself, right?"
As dinner was nearing its end, Daisuke Nobi, Nobita's father, looked at Lin Feng and asked with a casual smile.
"Yes, Uncle. Drawing manga is a personal hobby of mine."
This wasn't a secret, so Lin Feng nodded and replied with a smile.
"Actually, when I was young, I also liked drawing. Lin Feng, could you show me your manga after we finish eating?"
For some reason, Daisuke Nobi seemed interested in Lin Feng's manga.
"Of course, no problem. But I left the drafts upstairs. I'll go get them after dinner."
Daisuke Nobi's request wasn't excessive. He'd mentioned earlier that he enjoyed drawing when he was younger, so his interest in Lin Feng's artwork was understandable.
Lin Feng didn't mind showing his comics to Daisuke Nobi. Getting feedback from an adult occasionally was a good idea.
After all, Lin Feng had shown his work to quite a few people already, but Gian, Suneo, Shizuka, and Nobita were all elementary school students, still children.
When the comic was officially published, the main consumers of the comic magazines would mostly be adults with spending power.
However, as far as Lin Feng knew, Daisuke Nobi, Nobita's father, seemed to be more skilled at oil painting when he was younger. While oil painting was also a form of art,
it was a completely different art form from drawing comics.