"Oh! It's so easy. ”

Celia looked back at Doris behind her helping her to tie up her hair, and couldn't help but express her amazement that Carlo actually understood this,

Carlo rolled her eyes at her without hesitation, did she look like someone who didn't understand anything like this?

Celia said with a smile as if nothing had happened: "After all, teacher, you wear a white dress every day, and it looks like a person who doesn't bother to change his clothes." ”

"Dare to speak ill of the teacher? Wait for the teacher to punch over, you may cry out in pain. Carroti lifted her fist, and quietly lowered her upturned foot, and was told by the fool that she was not a lady at all.

However, Celia had already seen her white calf exposed because of the cocking, so she smiled and saw Carroti's fist, just as Doris had finished bunching, and she hid back in the kitchen.

The hair tied up at the end of the hair at the back made her feel a little troublesome hair, because it was tied together, it felt a little weird at the back, and there was an obvious sense of heaviness, all the way to the back of the hair, when she returned to the kitchen, she found that the kitchen that had been a little embarrassed by the fire was a little brighter, Sandy exhaled on the side, obviously just finished.

"My brother is very good at this. Celia held up her two arm-covered hands and tried to retrieve the spatula.

Sandy turned around happily when she heard this, and saw her sister wearing an apron, wearing sleeves, and her hair neatly tied behind her back.

Also with some unwillingness, Sandy still handed over the freshly made vegetable leaves in a small basket, but the portion was a little more than before.

The fluffy vegetable leaves, more can cover the jumping oil, and it will not be so easy to soar to her.

Celia looked at her silent brother suspiciously, why don't you praise her current outfit, she hasn't seen it before, right?

Tilting her head in confusion, Celia took the dish and set it aside to start her stir-fry again.

The oil is still boiling first, and the fragrance of oil wafts out of the pot, and the flame of the right size contributes to the fragrance of this gluttonous worm.

Celia's nose moved, and she had the urge to throw down the job and let her brother hurry up and let her eat.

However, she hasn't fried for so many years, so she has a stronger heart to try it.

Seeing that the oil was almost gone, she grabbed a few leaves and prepared to throw them down.

"Don't, don't, just take the vegetable basket and start frying. Sandy hurriedly stopped, where can my sister block the oil when she throws it down a few pieces, and it is indispensable to be soared a few times, but it is more stable to fall down.

Celia hesitated, no matter what, it felt more dangerous like this, but looking up at the serious appearance of her brother directly, she couldn't doubt it, and as soon as she gritted her teeth, she all fell down.

"Zizizi-"

Sandy covered his face, did he need to pour so hard?

"Ah, it's okay, you can't rush me, hehehe. Celia screamed at first, but this time she remembered that she had magic, so she blocked it a little, and she couldn't break through the defense with such a little oil, and in the end, of course, there was nothing, but Sandy was sweating profusely, and she was very nervous when she heard her sister screaming, and now she saw her sister laughing so happily, and she didn't know what to say.

"Ah, it's okay for my brother to sit on the side, won't I do it?" Celia was a little embarrassed to see her brother so nervous.

Sandy watched Celia stir-fry the spatula, perhaps a little strangely skilled, but not so adequate.

So he chose to ignore his sister's words this time, and still stood on the side, instructing Celia when to add salt, when to add prerequisites, and when to mix water.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he finally took the pot and only asked Celia to use a shovel to bring the fried vegetables into the pot.

But seeing that his sister was not very happy and aggrieved, he couldn't help laughing, it was very interesting to cook with his sister, Celia always felt that he could cook, and he didn't want him to help more, but when he tried, he frequently aimed at him, obviously he needed help and didn't want to say it, and he used that kind of "Bencelia needs your help to help me quickly, it's an honor" look.

At this time, he said the right way, Celia didn't speak, but she would still obediently listen to his steps, unexpectedly cute.

It's a pity that Celia still likes to try it first, so she will actively listen to her brother's correct opinions, so Celia is very dissatisfied when she looks at her results, and there is a little bit of grievance that is obviously right.

"Shall I try it first?" Sandy took out the chopsticks, although he had tried them in the middle, but this was a finished product, and he still wanted to eat the first bite of the first dish his sister made as an older brother.

"No, I'll try it first!" Celia pushed his face away and didn't give it to him, snatching the chopsticks herself and tasting it first.

Celia's mouth was closed, her expression was bitter, and the taste of the dish was completely masked by salt and chili powder, and the soy sauce was forcibly blended in it, and the flavor fried with a strong impact.

Sandy hurriedly took the plate in her hand, "How is it?

Celia glared at him with tears in her eyes, why did she cook to the point of a sore mouth?

But the tongue hurts...

After a gentle scrubbing of the light elemental magic, Celia drank a few more sips of the water that her brother hurriedly brought over, and she felt a lot better, but when she stretched out her tongue and looked in the mirror, her tongue's face was not very good...

Celia snatched the dish she had made, "This dish is poisonous and must be destroyed, this existence is enough to cause a stain on the perfect life!"

"Huh?" Sandy was stunned, did things need to rise to this height?

What's more important is that my sister made it, and I haven't eaten the dishes that anyone else has not tasted except my sister herself!

"Brother re-fried this, Celia helped, but it was only said that there was half of Celia. Celia carried her own failures, feeling embarrassed to go out empty-handed, and her image as a sister in front of Doris was not guaranteed.

Of course, Sandy should go, but after looking at the food in his sister's hand, he said loudly: "Let my brother destroy the dish, and the plate will be used." ”

Celia, who was thinking about what to say when she went out, did not doubt him, nodded and said, "Okay, for my brother." ”

Sandy took it, with a slight joy in his heart, and walked outside, pretending to destroy it, but secretly ate a bite halfway.