After breakfast, Fang Qingming packed up and left because there were still things in the army.

It didn't take long for Fang Weihua to receive a call, saying that there was a meeting to be held today, so he took Chen Meiyun and said that he was going out, and only Song Xiangran and Fang Qingran were left at home.

This situation has not been unheard of in the past, so Song Xiangran is also used to it, and he tutored Fang Qingran in Fang's house, and the day has almost passed.

"Qingran, what about the meaning of this text, you should understand it from a different angle, it will be better. Song Xiangran pointed to a piece of classical Chinese, and the other party said clearly.

"Miss Xiangran, Mrs. downstairs, they are calling. The aunt of the Fang family knocked on Fang Qingran's door.

"Oh, I'll go down here. Song Xiangran nodded, and then didn't forget to tell Fang Qingran, "You take a look at the meaning you don't know first, and we'll talk about it later." "

When I went downstairs to pick up the phone, Chen Meiyun's voice rang out: "Xiangran, my aunt and uncle are too busy at noon today, can you help Qingran Qingming and them cook a meal?"

"Cooking?" Song Xiangran bit her lip and thought about it, although she was a girl who grew up in the countryside, she really had no talent in cooking, so she said with some embarrassment, "However, I don't make it very delicious...... Can you ......?"

"Aunt Song has something to do at noon today, otherwise how could I be willing to let you into the kitchen?" Chen Meiyun said with a smile, and then comforted Song Xiangran, "Xiangran, you are so smart, what can't you do? Auntie believes in you, it's okay." "

After going through all the dishes in his mind that he would cook in his lifetime, Song Xiangran gritted his teeth and agreed.

Just when she was about to hang up the phone, Chen Meiyun suddenly remembered again: "Oh yes, Xiang Ran, Qingming is estimated to be in the team at noon today, he doesn't want to eat the army's canteen all the time, can you send him over when you're ready?"

"Okay, but I don't know the location of Brother Qing Ming's troops......" Song Xiangran nodded and agreed.

"You ask Qingran, or let him take you there, take a taxi, soon." I still have something to do here, so I won't tell you about it yet. Chen Meiyun finished with a smile and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Meiyun turned her head and praised Song Xiangran for being really sensible and talented, and Fang Weihua also nodded in approval.

However, Song Xiangran, who hung up the phone, felt that one head and two were big.

Anything else can't work, do housework and the like, Song Xiangran is no problem at all.

But for cooking, Song Xiangran had a whim in the past and said that he wanted to learn to cook with Gao Huijuan, but the final result was that Song Xiangran was ordered by Gao Huijuan not to enter their kitchen again.

But there have been a few times when Song Xiangran has played extraordinarily.

Thinking like this, Song Xiangran seemed to be full of confidence in himself.

When Song Xiangran told Fang Qingran about this, Fang Qingran nodded, and asked Song Xiangran expectantly, "Sister, are you cooking delicious?"

Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingran's big sincere and expectant eyes, and was embarrassed to tell Fang Qingran for a moment that his cooking skills were not very exquisite, so he had to smile and nodded.

After tutoring for a while, Fang Qingran said that he was hungry, and Song Xiangran looked at the time, and when it was almost time to make lunch, he announced that the morning study time was over.

couldn't stand Fang Qingran's request, Song Xiangran agreed to Fang Qingran to give him a hand.

In fact, if Fang Qingran didn't let him do it, Song Xiangran was afraid that he would regret it.

After the apron was fastened, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingran began to prepare the materials for lunch.

To Song Xiangran's surprise, Fang Qingran was very skillful in washing and choosing vegetables, Song Xiangran was a little surprised, so he asked, "Qingran, do you know how to cook?"

"No, but I always help out. Fang Qingran put away the cleaned materials, "You can chop vegetables, sister." "

After cutting it for a long time, the shredded potatoes in Song Xiangran's hand were only cut a little, and the thickness was not the same.

"Sister, why don't I cut it for you?" Fang Qingran on the side really couldn't stand it, so he offered to help.

originally wanted to refuse, but when he thought of such an ugly dish being fried, he didn't know what Fang Qingming would think when he saw it, so Song Xiangran still asked Fang Qingran to cut vegetables.

Unlike Song Xiangran, although Fang Qingran is not very skilled in his movements, perhaps because he paints all year round, his hands are very steady, and almost every shredded potato is of uniform thickness.

After a short while, the shredded potatoes and sliced pork belly were all cut by Fang Qingran and placed on a plate.

"Sister, do you really know how to stir-fry?" Fang Qingran looked at the pile of vegetables he had chopped, and thought of Song Xiangran's clumsy appearance of cutting vegetables just now, and began to doubt whether Song Xiangran would be able to cook.

After all, they all boasted about Haikou, how could Song Xiangran make a mistake at this time.

So Song Xiangran smiled cheekily and said: "Chopping vegetables and stir-frying vegetables are two different things." "

As soon as the words fell, the oil that Song Xiangran poured into the pot just now was hot, and it crackled in the pot, which frightened Song Xiangran to scream and jump away.

"I didn't pay attention just now, but the oil is already good. Song Xiangran cleared his throat and approached the stove again, ready to put the vegetables.

But when a plate of pork belly was put into the pot, it immediately splashed with oil splashes, and there was a crackling sound, and Song Xiangran almost stood one step away from the pot with a hideous expression and turned the spatula.

Almost every dish, Song Xiangran was completed in a series of processes with a hideous facial expression in a scream, a step away from the pot.

Seeing Fang Qingran next to him, he couldn't wait to go up and stir-fry by himself.

But Song Xiangran felt that it was all over the place, and asked Fang Qingran for help, but it seemed that he was too useless, so he stubbornly fried three dishes in the end.

Fortunately, Song Xiangran didn't over-fry it, and the appearance of the three dishes seemed to be quite impressive.

Staring at the three simple and unpretentious home-cooked dishes on the table, Fang Qingran bit his chopsticks and decided to clip the shredded potatoes first.

Song Xiangran nervously observed Fang Qingran's expression.

Seeing Song Xiangran looking at himself so expectantly, and thinking that Song Xiangran had been busy in the kitchen just now, Fang Qingran was embarrassed to say that it was not delicious.

Raw, swallowed the mouthful of shredded potatoes that were too salty.

"How's it going, Qingran?" Song Xiangran asked expectantly.

"Hmm. Fang Qingran didn't dare to look at Song Xiangran's eyes, nodded against his will, and then ate two more bites of white rice.

But when Song Xiangran took the first bite, she couldn't help but spit out the shredded potatoes, tasted the braised pork, and then spit it out......

"Qingran, how did you eat it?" Song Xiangran hurriedly drank several sips of water before suppressing the salty and oily taste in his mouth just now.

"I think it's okay. "Fang Qingran lied and didn't make drafts.

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