That's weird!

I listened to the "ah!", "ah!", "wow!", "bang!", "bang!", "bang!", this ...... Is this a fight?

Mo Yiqing was startled, and wanted to rush to the kitchen to take a look, but his butt had just been lifted by two inches, and he was held down by Mo's mother, saying that he would let them do something, and whoever did it would clean it up, still with an impatient tone.

Zeng Jinjin glanced at his mother-in-law sadly, and said in his heart: You don't know your daughter, can she be a person who is willing to clean up? Zeng Jinjin can only hope that at most, the most is that the movement is loud, and the cooked things can still be eaten.

There was such a startled commotion over there, and Daddy Mo's piano couldn't play anymore, shaking his head and entering the kitchen, as if he was going to point out the country.

Mo's mother thought he was nosy, and asked him what he could do when he went in. Father Mo's cooking immediately suppressed Mo's mother's little temper to the point that only Martian Zi was left to blow up there.

The three "chefs" entered the kitchen, and the two nephews were still playing games, and the ping-pong inside and out, accompanied by all kinds of screams and quarrels, could not be more exciting. The four "cooks" could only chat and eat melon seeds and eat laisee sugar to divert their attention, to be honest, they wanted to go in and help very much.

Seeing that the time was almost up, she took advantage of the reason of "harvesting" the beer duck to take a look at Mo Yijiu. It's okay if the dish is messed up, but it's important not to cut and burn it.

Yu Meiru knew what she was thinking, and badly instructed behind her back: "You can't help Mo Yijiu!"

The corners of Zeng Jinjin's mouth twitched: "No, no, I'll go serve a dish." ”

When I walked into the kitchen and saw the three people in a hurry and the mess of the kitchen cups and plates, I didn't know whether to open my mouth or not. When Mo Yijiu saw her coming, he put on a childish unhappy expression: "You guys, I can't show my skills when I use up all the good things! I can only stir-fry, it's really boring!"

"Hey, listen to what you mean, it's okay to stew a Buddha and jump over the wall. Zeng Jinjin whispered in her ear: "Then you will cook from now on." ”

Mo Yijiu snorted: "I will do it, as long as you can eat." ”

"If you can eat, I can eat. Zeng Jinjin said, glancing at the crab she was cutting by the way: "What are you going to do here?"

"Crabs. Mo Yijiu took it for granted: "But it's really scary, I've just been trapped." ”

"Ahh ”

Mo Yijiu showed her the finger that had just been pinched: "There is no bleeding, but it hurts." Luckily, Abba just chopped off that foot for me. ”

"Ahh......h If you encounter this situation in the future, immediately put the crab in the water and it will loosen. But you can't just boil the crab, what do you want to cut?

"It's not difficult to boil, I make Thai crab curry. ”

"It's not difficult for your hands to be clamped?" Zeng Jinjin was very uneasy: "Do you know how to do it? When did you learn it?"

"Oh, I've got a recipe! Go out with your ducks. ”

"And ...... your dad and brother-in-law?"

The two of them actually understood, and they both made an OK gesture to her, although they didn't think they were ok at all, but they still went out with each other, and they didn't forget to instruct before leaving: "It's good to make boiled shrimp with another dish!"

Mo Yijiu only let her go, but he didn't say a word of promise.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the three of them finally brought out the dishes one after another. Everyone pretended to be blind and didn't dare to look into the kitchen, so they gathered directly at the dining table and started eating.

Set up the dishes and chopsticks, pour red wine, the two elders of the Mo family sit in the main seat, Mo Yiqing and his wife and two sons sit on the right hand side of Mo's father in turn, and Mo Yijiu, Zeng Jinjin and Yu Meiru sit on the left hand side of Mo's mother in turn. The dish was still covered, Mo Yijiu stopped them from uncovering it, and had an idea again, saying that he wanted to play a game.

Everyone was very interested and felt that the Chinese New Year should be a little fresh, so they listened to it.

Mo Yijiu asked Mo's mother to take out 14 red envelopes, and then took out all the cash from the wallet, regardless of the amount, randomly stuffed into 14 red envelopes, scattered and distributed to seven adults, two for each person, and then announced the rules, and the two nephews took turns to guess who made each dish. If you guess correctly, you can get a red envelope from the person who cooks the dish and move on to guessing the next dish. If you guess wrong, the red envelope will go to the person who guessed, and the next dish will be guessed by the other nephew. In the end, in addition to the two nephews, the one with the most red envelopes in his hand and the one with the largest amount of red envelopes will have to complete a task, and as for what the task is, it will be decided by the whole discussion.

The rules were a bit complicated, and it took a while to explain, but in the end everyone understood. In fact, this is not bad, change the direction to give the child a profit, but not let them get it easily.

The two nephews scrambled to be the first to guess, and in the end, rock-paper-scissors won, one time was not enough, and two wins in three games, and finally let the eldest nephew take the lead.

He took a look at the tightly covered dishes on the table, and decisively picked the biggest one to unveil, which was the all-encompassing big pot of vegetables.

In the end, he is a big child, and he has all the calculations he should have, and he knows that the biggest hard dish must be made by his grandmother.

The little nephew made a fuss unhappily, saying that he had wanted to guess that too. The eldest nephew ignored him, but he knew how to be polite and helped his grandparents to clip a bowl first. Mother Mo's mood was instantly bright, and she beckoned everyone to move chopsticks. Mo Yijiu hurriedly started to help Zeng Jin clip this and that, and he couldn't wait for the big pot of vegetables to come to the same.

"I'm enough, I'm enough, help Sister Meiru clip. ”

Yu Meiru waved her hand: "No, no, I'll just do it myself." ”

Mo Yijiu didn't think that Yu Meiru needed to be polite, and let the eldest nephew continue to guess.

The eldest nephew stretched out his arm to uncover the dish in front of Mo Yijiu, which happened to be the sweet and sour pork ribs that he had made in the past. The child grew up in Germany, and usually the family is either Western food or Cantonese food, and it is estimated that he has never eaten sweet and sour pork ribs, and he really doesn't know it at first glance.

The first one excluded the craftsmanship of his mother and grandmother, and tasted another piece, and immediately showed a look of surprise: "it tastesgood!"

The little nephew also opened his round eyes and was eager to try, and Mo Yijiu also clamped a piece for him, with an inexplicable pride.

The eldest nephew didn't miss her expression, although he thought it was incredible, he still felt that this dish must have been made by Mo Yijiu.

"Sorry~" Mo Yijiu spread his hands, took a red envelope from Zeng Jinjin's hand, shook it at his nephew, and put it under his stack of red envelopes. The eldest nephew sat down disappointed and replaced the younger nephew.

The little nephew unveiled the dish in front of him nearby - baked sea bass with bell peppers. When the eldest nephew saw it, he immediately showed a chagrined expression of "this is a sub-question", and the little nephew laughed twice and shouted: "Mommy!"

Mo Yiqing explained: ", next one!"

The little nephew unveiled the dish in front of his brother again, which was a plate of taro beef rolls. This is also a dish that is very different from what he usually eats, and the little nephew intuitively thinks that it is either Yu Meiru or Zeng Jinjin, considering that there is already a dish revealed, he guessed Yu Meiru. I guessed it right.

However, compared to the result, Zeng Jin is more interested in Yu Meiru's cooking, which seems really tempting. It seems that she is also at the level of a chef.

The little nephew continued to guess, as if he had opened it, and opened it to Mo Yiqing's chestnut and peanut stewed chicken soup, which is also often made at home. Mo Yiqing was worried that the soup was cold, so he hurriedly brought out the soup and divided a bowl for each person.

The little nephew shook the three red envelopes in his hand, showed it to his brother, rubbed his little hands, and uncovered a pastry.

I asked Mo Yijiu what it was?

Mo Yijiu said: "Radish cake, we eat this every Chinese New Year, I like it very much, but this year's is not good." ”

"What do you mean?"

The little nephew pondered and meditated, and felt that this radish cake was a little similar to what his grandmother had made in previous years, but it was a little different, and this one was more scorched and ugly. Take a bite...... Belch......

He frowned and looked at the crowd in front of the dinner table, and finally put a complicated gaze on Mo Yijiu: "aunty......"

Mo Yijiu straightened his face, angry little nephew was the first to think of her when he ate something unpalatable, Dad Mo smiled and gave Mo Yijiu a red envelope, and let her also eat a piece of radish cake made by Abba, her favorite.

Mo Yijiu had an expression of eating flies on his face, saying that he really liked the turnip cake, but he didn't like the turnip cake made by Abba!

Zeng Jinjin and Yu Meiru were about to laugh, Mo Yi couldn't be angry for a long time, let them taste it together - "Uncle Mo's radish cake". 166 Reading Network