62. Then you teach me

In these years, the noise of the range hood is not small, and the smoke in the house is swept up as much as possible. The pot of water on the gas stove was about to boil, and it was gurgling, and the inner wall of the glassy lid was already covered with water droplets.

High-quality kitchenware can greatly improve the quality of life, Han Fei wears an apron and whistles the song "Da Changjin" in his mouth, and he feels very chef-like. He quickly cut the minced beef, and chopped the onion into small cubes with tears in his eyes, heated the pan, put the oil, and cracked loudly, and before long, the minced beef and the chopped onion were put into the pot together, and the spatula rattled, and the beef and onion also made a crackling sound when they met the hot oil beads, like a kitchen interlude. Soon, the lid of a fried onion with minced beef was out of the pot, and the white mist rose and the fragrance was fragrant.

The aroma molecules are doing Brownian motion in the air, escaping all over the room in an irregular trajectory, and finally hooking out a certain gluttonous worm.

"Wow, you're too foul, isn't that so fragrant. Miss Jiang came out of the bathroom, although she had finished washing, she still looked a little tired between her eyebrows and eyes, but the fragrance of the beef mixed with onions awakened her vitality.

"Wait a little longer, right away. Han Fei replied with a slight tilt of his head.

He put down the spatula, and then lifted the lid of the boiling pot, the white mist formed by the liquefaction of the water vapor enveloped him instantly, and he gently flicked it with his right hand, and finally he could see the boiling water in the pot. Han Fei didn't hesitate, tore open the bag with a bang, made a very experienced gesture, grabbed a handful of noodles and put them in the pot.

Under the moisture of boiling water, the slender horizontal finally softened, Han Fei stirred it with chopsticks and covered the pot, and simmered for about three or five minutes.

Miss Jiang sat on the chair, with her right hand on the table, her palm dragging her cheek, and tilted her head to watch Han Feixiu operate.

He has broad shoulders and broad back, the tie of the apron is knotted at the slightly narrow waist, showing a perfect inverted triangle, the arms are not thick, but there are still muscles that rise up when bending, extending the smart lines, the movements are smooth, indescribably skillful, Miss Jiang just watched Han Fei cook so obsessively, and she was a little fascinated for a while.

The big bowl was filled with cold water, and Han Fei had already mixed the oil and salt in the small bowl, which was considered a family history. Turn off the heat, uncover the lid again, he neatly picked up the noodles, quickly dragged them in the big bowl, and finally put them in the small bowl.

"Wake up, it's been ten years since ants raced. Han Fei smiled and brought the two bowls of noodles to the dining table, and shook them in front of Miss Jiang's eyes with his hand.

"What kind of ant race walking? You've watched too many games, right? Miss Jiang came back to her senses and glanced at Han Fei with disdain, took the small bowl in front of her, sniffed it lightly, and her expression became cheerful.

"Stir it up, don't wait for it to clump in. ”

"Got it. ”

Han Fei had already snorted the noodles, and Miss Jiang also stirred the noodles, tried them in small bites, and couldn't help but praise: "Wow, you're really delicious down there." ”

"Ahem, ahem. ”

When Han Fei heard this, he squirted out directly, choking his eyes full of tears, I said Jiang Jiang, this is not the car that finished driving the kindergarten.

"There's something wrong with you, what's so funny about that. Miss Jiang took out two tissues in disgust and handed them to Han Fei.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my brain circuit that's too clear. Han Fei took the paper towel embarrassedly and quickly solved the hygiene problem.

"You really haven't studied at New Oriental before?" Miss Jiang whirled around in the bowl with chopsticks, her eyes staring at Han Fei, revealing a hint of banter.

"Actually, I went to Lanxiang to study, and I learned to use an excavator to fry vegetables, but now I can only say that I use a cattle slaughtering knife to kill chickens when I go into the kitchen. Han Fei continued to make up nonsense as he began to speak, and said: "Your action of eating noodles is too gentle, it is simply not to give face to the cook." ”

"Okay, you wait. Miss Jiang glanced at him, and the chopsticks caught a large piece of noodles and shuddered.

"That's right, I've seen a saying that the louder the noise when eating noodles, the more respect you have for the cook. ”

"You watched it from 'Eighteen-Year-Old Sky'. ”

"Hmm, yes, it seems that I watched it there, and that TV series was still filmed in the magic capital. ”

Miss Jiang put down her chopsticks and looked at Han Fei with a slightly bitter expression: "Actually, I really envy people like you who have their own culinary talents, you won't grieve your stomach wherever you go." ”

Han Fei waved his hand and said with a smile: "This kind of thing is very beautiful to look at, I think when I first learned to cook, my hand was splashed with oil and was full of bubbles, and I screamed in pain." ”

"That's it, I still want to learn how to cook. ”

"You can wear a pair of armor. ”

"Die. ”

Han Fei was not annoyed, stood up and cleaned up the battlefield, put the bowl into the sink again, poured some dish soap into it, and turned on the faucet to soak.

"I'll come too. Miss Jiang also jumped over.

"Then I'll do the shabu-shabu, and you wash the dishes. ”

"No problem. ”

Han Fei gently pressed his forehead against Miss Jiang's head, his eyes met with her, and a sense of happiness overflowed his whole body, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Do you think that our process is a bit like an old husband and wife?" ”

"Who is with your old husband and wife. Miss Jiang slapped Han Fei's ribs with her elbow, twisted her body to the side, and scratched the bowl.

Han Fei smiled and said, "Tap, the bowl has no enmity with you." ”

"I'm willing, the bowl is important, I'm important?" Miss Jiang asked as she turned her head sideways and stared at Han Fei's eyes.

"I'm sure you're important, I'm not afraid that the bowl will touch the porcelain and scratch your hand?"

"It's better to be like that. ”

After washing the dishes, the two sat on the sofa and watched the broadcast of the Olympic Games on TV. The temperature of the air conditioner was very matterable, Han Fei leaned on the sofa, her feet rested on the coffee table in front of her, and Miss Jiang pillowed Han Fei's chest muscles, and she was holding a small pillow in her hand.

"Why can't this Central Five put the goal scored by the national football team yesterday when they put it fresh?" Miss Jiang was a little dissatisfied with the "single cycle" of the sports channel.

"You can't blame other TV stations, it's just that the national football team is really not angry, so they scored such a goal. Han Fei held her hand and explained gently.

"New Zealand, is New Zealand great in the world?"

"It's not powerful, it's not a third-rate. ”

"Is Real Madrid coming to the Olympics?"

"Not coming. ”

Miss Jiang flickered and blinked her big eyes, looked at Han Fei with a look full of curiosity and asked, "Why? Is it too powerful? I really want to see Beckham in the imperial capital." ”

Han Fei didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he gently scratched Miss Jiang's nose, choked speechlessly, met her sincere eyes, and could only sigh: "Real Madrid is a club team, only the national team can come to participate in the Olympic football match, that, Xiaobei is not in Real Madrid now, and is going to the Los Angeles Galaxy in the United States Major League." ”

"You despise me again, don't you?" Miss Jiang shook the pillow, turned over and rode on Han Fei, squeezed her hands together, and squeezed Han Fei's cheeks into a chicken butt, she felt that it was not enough, and wrapped her hand around Han Fei's neck.

"I didn't. Han Fei said vaguely.

"Phew, yes, it's great to know a little football. Miss Jiang's apricot eyes widened

Han Fei put his hands together, grabbed Miss Jiang's thighs, and stood up suddenly.

"You put me down. ”

"Don't let go. ”

Miss Jiang was still struggling, but Han Fei increased her strength a little, stopped her tighter, and pressed her mouth up, finally blocking the chattering little mouth.

After a long time, Miss Jiang finally calmed down, her hand was softly resting on Han Fei's shoulder, and her eyes were boiling.

"Jiang Jiang, you don't know anything about football, how can you deal with your classmates when you go to the UK, people are involved in football. ”

"Hmph, then you teach me. ”

"Okay, I really checked the information, UEA is in the Norwich area, there is a team called Norwich team......"