For cooking, Zhou Xiaoyu is not false at all. When I was in the welfare home, the small welfare home didn't have so much money, and Dean Wu didn't hire too many people. As a result, the older children in the welfare home sometimes have to help with some work.

Like Zhou Xiaoyu, he has been a partner since he was 13 years old, has done cleaning, and can repair cars.

So Chen Ran asked him to cook, but he just had a pain in the egg, then got up and washed, and went straight to the kitchen.

The company's kitchen is not large, and a few square meters of space are stuffed with a stove, refrigerator, and closet. Zhou Xiaoyu found the rice, but opened the refrigerator, well, it was empty. Not to mention eggs, not even a pickle!

It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice!

Although it is not enough to run out of rice in the pot now, but there are no other ingredients, is it enough to cook a pot of white porridge?

Zhou Xiaoyu had a headache and looked around, but fortunately let him find something.

A bottle of corn flour, a few yams, and a packet of goji berries.

Goji berries obviously can't be used for breakfast, but corn flour and yam can be mixed together, at least you can cook a pot of multigrain porridge.

Just do it.

He washed the rice quickly, then added water to the pot, put it on the stove and began to boil.

At the same time, the yam is rinsed with water to wash off the mud powder on the surface. Then start cutting into pieces, and when the porridge in the pot is almost cooked, add the corn flour and yam and stir it with a spoon.

Finally, add a little salt to it, and a pot of multigrain porridge is done!

In the living room, Uncle Long bit a toothpick and sat by the window holding a newspaper to read.

Tang Xin walked out of the room, biting a lollipop and shouting, "Old man, can you start eating, I'm dying of hunger." ”

Chen Ran was tinkering with some strange tools, and when he heard a voice, he looked up and said, "Xiaoyu is a chef today, he should be ready to eat, I passed by the kitchen just now and saw him busy in it." ”

Tang Xin pulled a chair next to the Eight Immortals table and sat down: "What can that little ghost cook, old man, if you give me money, I'll go downstairs and buy food myself." ”

Uncle Long closed the newspaper and said, "Xiao Tang, let's trust our new colleagues." I think Xiaoyu is quite clever, and there is no problem in making breakfast. ”

Tang Xin pouted and said, "Just say it directly, iron rooster." ”

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat. Zhou Xiaoyu walked out directly with a pot and put the pot on the table.

Then he brought out the dishes, chopsticks and spoons from the kitchen, and after Zhou Xiaoyu set them up, he said with some excitement: "Come on, come on, come and try my craftsmanship." ”

Uncle Long leaned in with a smile and said, "Little fish, what delicious things have been cooked." ”

Zhou Xiaoyu lifted the lid of the pot and said: "Dengden Deng, multigrain porridge!" ”

Uncle Long looked into the pot, and his smile suddenly collapsed: "What do you say this is?"

"Multigrain porridge. ”

Uncle Long shouted, "You call this porridge?

Zhou Xiaoyu looked into the pot, well, the rice porridge inside was a beautiful golden brown under the polish of corn flour, and the addition of yam made the viscosity of the rice porridge rise sharply. So the multigrain porridge in the pot looks sticky, yellow, and hot, which is really a bit like ......

... Lin Congyun's rage +120.

... Tang Xin's rage +89.

... Chen Ran's rage +23.

Well, it's better for our brother to have a good temper.

Zhou Xiaoyu coughed dryly and said, "Uncle Long, I'll tell you." Don't look like it, but it's nutritious. I added corn flour to it, and this corn is a coarse grain and nutritious. There is also this yam, which is damp and watery, especially suitable for elderly people like Uncle Long. ”

... Lin Congyun's rage +572.

"Who do you say is old, is Lao Tzu still young, okay, Xiao Li, who danced the square dance together, also said that I look like a guy in his twenties. Uncle Long shook his head and waved his big hand: "Let's go, I'll invite you to breakfast." Zhou Xiaoyu, if you want to make such a disgusting thing at noon, you don't want this month's salary. ”

Zhou Xiaoyu: "..."

Uncle Long and the three left, Zhou Xiaoyu looked at this pot Xiang, no, this pot of porridge, thinking if it was really that ugly?

"Shovel officer, where is my cat food today, hurry up and take it out, this king is about to starve to death. The furball rolled into the hall and lay on the ground weakly.

Zhou Xiaoyu brought it over and put it on the table and said, "Uncle Long, they don't eat it, what a waste of this, it's cheap for you." ”

Maoqiu glanced at the pot casually, and suddenly jumped up: "Shovel officer, this is a god horse thing, this king is not a dog, you actually let me eat Xiang!"

... Furball's rage gain +11.

Hehe, okay, fat man, after I was reincarnated, I opened my spiritual wisdom, and you can provide me with anger points.

Zhou Xiaoyu was so depressed that he worked hard to make a pot of multigrain porridge, and even the cat hated it. He angrily scooped himself a bowl, didn't it look a little yellow in color and a little thicker in rice porridge, how could it be as disgusting as you said!

Zhou Xiaoyu picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and after looking at it for three seconds, he still threw the bowl away.

Nima, after being told by them, the more she looks at it, the more she looks like Xiang...

The last pot of multigrain porridge was poured by Zhou Xiaoyu, and he went downstairs to drink a bowl of pig blood soup out of his own pocket, and then took a ride to the new area.

Hengzhu has nothing to do today, Zhou Xiaoyu plans to go to the health bureau to see if he can get his birth certificate.

A few days ago, he had already checked, and the Health Bureau was in the area of Qingnian Road in the new district, and he took two buses to arrive.

It was already past nine o'clock when I came to the Health Bureau, and this point was the working time, and Zhou Xiaoyu walked into the hall. It may be early, the hall is quite quiet, and behind a consultation window, a woman in her forties is touching up her makeup in a mirror.

Zhou Xiaoyu walked over and coughed dryly, "Auntie, can I ask you something?"

The aunt stopped, glanced at Zhou Xiaoyu, and then continued to pat the powder and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Zhou Xiaoyu said: "That's right, I came from the Hongqi Hospital in the old area. Originally, I went to them to look for a person's birth certificate, but they said that the relevant files had been handed over to our municipal health bureau. So look, can you help me find it?"

The aunt put down the mirror and the puff: "Find out the life certificate? Yes, yes, but there is a procedure." ”

When Zhou Xiaoyu heard that there was hope, he hurriedly asked, "What procedure, you say?"

The aunt picked up a thermos cup next to her and took a sip of hot water, before saying: "First of all, you have to write an application form, which should explain why you want to find this birth certificate, if the reason is sufficient, and there is a relevant agency to stamp you to prove it." Next, you can take this application and go to the police station where your street belongs to find them to get a stamp..."

This aunt talked for almost five minutes, in short, she wanted Zhou Xiaoyu to go there to make a stamp, and here to make a certificate or something, there are so many procedures that people are desperate!

Zhou Xiaoyu smiled bitterly: "Auntie, I just want to find a birth certificate, can I go through so many procedures?"

The aunt snorted and said, "I'm going through the formalities, besides, if you don't go through these procedures, how do I know if you're a bad person, and if you use someone else's birth certificate to do bad things?"

Zhou Xiaoyu immediately urinated, what the hell, what bad thing can I do with my own birth certificate!