Zhou Sining walked out of the house and saw Fu Lei with his arms tied up, jumping left and right in front of the pot.

"What are you doing, dancing gods?"

Fu Lei hurriedly turned his head when he heard the movement, "Why did you come out, come into the house and rest, I'll just cook the meal." ”

He was sweating from the heat of the stove, and he felt sweat running from his forehead to his eyes, and he quickly raised his hand and rubbed it with his sleeve.

Zhou Sining frowned in disgust, this is not exquisite, and I don't know if the rice he made can be eaten, "Is the eggplant strip fried? There are many people today, one dish is not enough, you are reversing one." ”

Fu Lei stood there dumbfounded, he didn't know how to fry this eggplant strip, and let him turn one upside down by himself, he really wouldn't.

Zhou Sining looked into the pot, and the eggplant strips inside were thicker than the fingers, and they were dried in the big iron pot, and some of the noodles had gaba.

"It's going to be mushy, what are you still doing standing, hurry up and add some water. Zhou Sining was a little anxious, and the speed of speech was naturally faster.

"Oh," Fu Lei looked at the pot, promised in his mouth, didn't have a brain, picked up the water scoop next to him, scooped up a scoop of cold water and poured it into the pot with a bang.

"Stinging ......" A puff of white smoke rose from the hot pot.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhou Sining saw that the paste and eggplant strips in the pot had floated to the water, and a few of them were washed out of the pot and fell to the ground because the water flow was too strong, her eyes widened and she looked incredulous.

"I, my hands are shaking a little," Fu Lei felt very at a loss, he just subconsciously listened to Xiao Zhou's words to do it, after the water went in, he realized that it seemed to pour too much, he just didn't know how to cook and knew that fried eggplant couldn't pour so much water, "Or let's stop eating fried eggplant today, I'll make you stewed eggplant to eat, put a few potatoes in it, it's soft and delicious." ”

Zhou Sining was about to be laughed at by him, "Okay, if you cook today, you can eat whatever you say." After saying that, he turned around and went back to the house, out of sight, he was outside by himself.

"Yes, leave it all to me, you just wait to eat today. Fu Lei bared his big teeth, sent his sweetheart into the house with a smile, turned his head to the iron pot and began to frown.

Seeing that the water in the pot was already ringing, he picked up the iron spoon, put aside the floating eggplant sticks, and scooped the water outside, he even knew that he didn't know how to cook and knew that there was no need to add so much water to the stew.

When the water was almost skimmed, and there was only a bottom of the pot left, he felt that there was too little water, and after thinking about it, he picked up the ladle again and poured some into the pot.

It seemed to be a little less, he looked at the pot and pondered and poured some more into it. In self-doubt, he poured in half a scoop of cold water.

He closed the lid of the pot uncertainly, then found a few potatoes, picked up the kitchen knife and clumsily began to peel them. Those who are not used to this are all accurate, and a fist-sized potato makes him peel it around, and there is about half left.

He looked at the room with a weak heart, and didn't bother to wash it, threw a few small potatoes that had just been peeled in his hand into the pot, and then picked up the broom next to the wall and swept up the potato slices with a lot of white meat on the ground, for fear of being seen by Xiao Zhou, he directly took it to the dung heap outside and buried it.

Zhou Sining and Zhou Jiguo gossip in the house, mainly because the two sisters and brothers have different cognitions on some things, and they need to communicate, and both hope to reach an agreement.

"What does this smell like, it seems to be mushy. Zhou Jiguo shrugged his nose a few times, and the smell of paste was faintly wafting in the air.

Zhou Sining hurriedly put on his shoes and got off the kang, ran out of the house, and as soon as he went out, he saw Fu Lei squatting by the stove, looking at the faint fire below.

She sprinkled around the side, saw the rag, grabbed it and lifted the lid on it, and a stronger smell of paste came to her face, she quickly closed her breath and took a step back.

"This, what's the mess!" Fu Lei stood up and looked at the dishes in the pot dumbfounded, he looked at it, he was afraid of being confused, why was it still confused.

"What's the matter? It's been stewed for too long, you see the potatoes are all stewed, what's the use of just looking at the fire, you won't lift the lid to look inside." Zhou Sining was speechless, how does this person's brain grow, his IQ is very ordinary, it seems that this Fu Lei is not as good as himself, if the two of them are really together, then the child is estimated to be not much smarter in the future, thinking about this, she feels that she has to reconsider.

"I remember my mom telling me that you can't lift the lid of the pot, because if you lift it, it will taste bad. Fu Lei's face was a little panicked, his mother did say such things, so he never lifted the lid of the pot at home.

Zhou Sining saw that only the bottom of the pot was paste, and it was not too serious, so he picked up the shovel and shoveled out the part that was not mushy on it with his hands and feet, "Who are you listening to nonsense, people say that you can't always lift the lid when stewing, not that you don't lift the lid from beginning to end, if you don't lift the lid of the pot, how can you sprinkle salt, how do you know that the soup is dry, how do you know if the dish is cooked or not." ”

Suddenly, she remembered something, "Did you put salt in it?" she asked, not quite sure.

Fu Lei shook his head with a serious face, he didn't dare to lift the lid, how could he sprinkle salt.

"Yes. Zhou Sining rolled his eyes, turned over the plate in his hand, poured the dishes he had just served into the pot again, and then grabbed the salt jar, grabbed a small handful and sprinkled it in, "Okay, you quickly put out the fire, and it will burn even more." ”

Fu Lei obediently squatted down and pulled out all the branches that had not burned out inside.

The sticky stewed eggplant that couldn't be seen clearly rolled in the pot and was served out by Zhou Sining.

"Hurry up and clean up the pot, you have to shovel out the gaba inside. She confessed before entering the house.

"Oh, good. Fu Lei immediately took action when he heard the order, he was not afraid of being hot, and directly reached out to grab the ear of the iron pot.

Zhou Sining was startled when he saw it, and he opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but seeing his expressionless face, he swallowed the scream that came to his mouth again, thinking that this person was rough and thick-skinned.

When she turned her head, she saw Zhou Jiguo standing at the door, she directly stuffed the plate in her hand into his hand, and ordered, "Here, go to the house." He turned his head to Fu Lei again, "You go aside." She felt that if she wanted to eat, she had to do it herself, and she would have to wait until dark to count on this person.

"Okay, wait until I'm done brushing the pot. Fu Lei obediently took a step back, but the pot in his hand was not put down, just saw him carrying the pot in one hand and holding the shovel in the other.

"Hehe, I haven't learned to cook yet, or you do it first today, I'll give you a hand, I promise to learn it as soon as possible, and I'll cover all of our family's meals in the future." ”

The two people who heard her words twitched the corners of their mouths at the same time, feeling that this person was too shameless, and he hadn't promised you to deal with the object, so he was embarrassed to say it.

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