Chapter Twenty-Three: Pimple Soup

Regardless of them, when they looked at the sun, it looked like it was almost noon, the sun was very full, but it was not sunny, it was warm, and when they returned to the room and put down the wooden basin, Chu Ning planned to go to the back garden to have a look. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Out of the back door and into the garden, Chu Ning thought for a while, he needed to remove the grass first, and he didn't have any tools, next time he could ask Monk Jueshen, otherwise it would not work by hand, now he had to pull the grass slowly first.

The original owner really hadn't done any physical work, and it didn't take long for him to have a sore back, and his hands were also grinding and aching, Chu Ning quickly stopped, straightened up and looked at it, and only pulled out less than a quarter. What a squeamish body! Could it be the life of the young lady? Chu Ning laughed self-deprecatingly.

It doesn't seem to happen overnight, if only there were gloves. It's not difficult to make gloves, but I'll do a job later, otherwise my hands will be rough and it's not cost-effective.

In the past, when practicing medicine, Chu Ning still paid great attention to protecting his hands, after all, many times he had to rely on the feeling of his hands, and he washed his hands many times, so hand protection was one of Chu Ning's major things.

In addition, this body should also be exercised, and it will be active every morning in the future, and the body is the capital of the revolution!

I remembered that I was about to cook, and when I saw that the little greens in the garden were growing quite well, I picked two of them, and planned to make a pimple soup, put some small greens that were nutritious and beautiful, and pulled out a green onion.

I cleaned up and went back to the house, cleaned my hands, and found that the sleeves were dirty, the clothes here are not the kind of narrow sleeves, they are slightly wide, and I can't roll up my arms and sleeves when I work, so it is inevitable that I will get dirty, and I want to make a sleeve when I have to make a sleeve, otherwise I will always be tired and troublesome to wash clothes.

Put down these thoughts first, went into the house and looked at Mama, she had woken up, and she was busy changing the cloth for Mama, and helped Mama to sit up, the weather was not very cold, so let Mama lean against the window, opened half of the window to breathe, and let Mama look at the scenery and evacuate the mood.

Hurriedly ran to the outside kitchen to cook, the pimple soup is convenient, fast and delicious, one of Chu Ning's favorites.

Cut a small section of green onions, wash and chop the small greens, and don't worry about pesticides at all, but also soak or something.

Add water to the flour little by little to make it flocculent.

Then heat the oil to stir the green onion and boil it, add water and so on, Chu Ning looked at the fire, and heard the sound of pots and bowls coming from the opposite wing, it should also be cooking, I don't know what the two big men are cooking.

Chu Ning really wanted to visit what they usually eat, but when she thought of that young man, no, it wasn't a young man, in fact, she looked more like a high school student, just a child, that cold look, Chu Ning pouted, forget it.

When the water boiled, pour the dough into it, this pimple cooked quickly, Chu Ning immediately took an egg and knocked a small mouth, let the egg liquid slowly enter the pot, stirring it, almost, and then put the greens in. It's delicious to look at the color, not to mention the aroma of the fried pan and eggs.

Put some salt at the end, nothing else seasoning, and buy some seasoning next time I go to the last set.

After the pimple soup came out, Chu Ning just wanted to enter the inner room, and you heard the voice of the monk Jueshen outside the hidden door: "What kind of delicious food is this donor?

Chu Ning put down the bowl and opened the door, and couldn't help pouting, this monk is really self-cooked, "Master, the pimple soup I made is still in the pot." Your own convenience. ”

This monk really started to do it himself, Chu Ning didn't say much when he saw it, he went to feed his grandmother first, and it was inconvenient for the monk to let him go to the inner room, let him eat outside.