A silk scarf and a white Xingliang shirt said: “This is a small gift I brought you two from Shanghai.” The two of them were so moved that they didn’t know what to say. After a while, Xu Xiaobing said embarrassedly: “Thank you, Vice Chairman Song, neither of us have anything to give you…”
Soong Ching Ling immediately interrupted him and said, “I hope you will not be polite with me in the future. I treat Hou Bo as my own daughter. Today I will cook for you two.” It was true. Go into the kitchen.
After eating, she brought a lot of food to Hou Bo’s children. She also prepared hard-boiled eggs in accordance with southern customs, and said to Hou Bo: “When you come again next time, you must bring it with you. Children, I like children.”
   Like other things, Soong Ching Ling does not do what he wants in cooking, but strives for perfection. She pays attention to collecting recipes. There are various cooking books in her bookcase. When she tastes delicious noodles and dishes, she will ask the secretary to inquire about the ingredients and procedures, and even ask the producer in person.
   She has a small kitchen between the bedroom and study in her Beijing residence. Soong Ching Ling used all the kitchen utensils. An old-fashioned British refrigerator, a desktop electric stove, a cotton apron with a blue background and white dots, as well as cutting boards, kitchen knives, various pots, plates, pots, and shovel. On the paper label attached to the sauce bottle, Soong Ching Ling’s own written “Nutmeg” in Chinese and English is still clearly visible. In addition to improvising dishes for the guests, she often cooks beef, tofu, tomatoes, onions, eggplants, etc., and distributes them to the staff to taste and listen to their opinions.