"Are you alright?" he asked me, "I thought you had gone to the third-floor guest room to rest, and you didn't dare to disturb you." ”

"It's fine. "I'm grinning, not doing anything right. I don't know why, as soon as I saw him, the corners of my mouth couldn't be lowered, and I kept maintaining an arc, "Just three glasses of wine, how can you put me down." ”

As I said this, I rolled up my sleeves and felt that I was five big and three thick, and I was very violent. Wait, shouldn't I pretend to be a little shy? Shouldn't I be like a little girl, cover my head and say, ah, I'm dizzy, and then fall into the boy's arms?

Forget it, wake up, the water in the pot is boiling and waiting for me to cook the meat.

Brake and I went back to the kitchen, and he put on an apron hanging on the hanger at the door, looking like a daddy in the panda base holding a red panda to feed, a little cute.

Soy sauce was standing by the stove to choose bean sprouts, she saw the brakes coming, looked at me again, and quickly gave up her position, "My clothes are not suitable for oil, so I'll leave it to you here." ”

"Hey—" Soy sauce ignored my call and slipped away, and I just wanted to tell her - she took the head of the mung bean sprouts off very seriously, leaving a bunch of little ones with tails in the empty fish plate - you bean sprouts are the opposite, and this plate is used to roast fish!

"Is there anything I can help me with?"

"Do you know how to scramble egg fried rice?" I thought about it, and there is no more staple dish that can feed so many people without being monotonous than egg fried rice.

"Yes. ”

"Then I'll leave it to you, comrade. I looked like I had been entrusted with a heavy task, and handed the eggs in the bamboo basket to the brakes along with the bamboo basket, and he solemnly took them, found a big man with blue edges, and began to beat the eggs. He gently knocked the egg shell on the edge of the bowl, and completed the egg beating action with one hand, and retracted it freely.

I hated the earrings getting in the way, so I took the pearl earrings off my ears and put them in my jeans pocket. Then he took off the rubber band on his wrist, pulled his hair with his hands, and grabbed a ponytail. I have always seen the heroine sitting on the bed in the movie before, brushing her hair on one shoulder, taking off her earrings, and putting them in the jewelry box.

On the gas stove, something is simmering in the purple enamel pot of wind chimes. I lifted the lid, and the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of curry, which turned out to be curry beef stew. When I messaged the wind chime yesterday, I knew that she had bought curry cubes, and it dawned on me that she was using it here. Nose and sniff, which also carries the sweet smell of coconut water, quite Nanyang flavor. I poked the beef with my chopsticks, and it was already crispy, and the potatoes were cooked and hard. I shook my chopsticks and put the lid back on.

In another pot, I was boiling pork belly, the water was already boiling, the green onion and ginger slices were bubbling up and down, I used a colander to skim the blood foam into a small bowl, then turned down the heat, poured a small half bottle of rice wine into it, and covered the pot.

"Do you like to drink?" asked Brake as he slapped the egg wash. He turned the egg wash clockwise, and his gestures were very skillful, and he was not a novice at first glance.

"It's okay, on the one hand, it's because my dad has a bad stomach and can't drink too much, so I'll go and grab ...... from him"

"On the other hand?" the kitchen resounded with the sound of chopsticks beating eggs.

"On the other hand, it's because of curiosity about the adult world, you see, the law says that you can't start drinking until you're eighteen, and that's reverie. ”

I'm like a kid and I love sweets and chocolate, and I'm an adult and I love wine, sake and whiskey.

"And at what age did you start drinking?" said Brake with a shallow smile on his face.

I was chopping garlic on the cutting board, and as he asked, the knife in my hand paused and began to clatter diagonally.

"Did you know that when I was a child, every summer, there would be trucks from Qingdao to bring large cans of draft beer to the community. The owner who buys the liquor pours the wine into a stainless steel tea barrel like the one in the milk tea shop now, and the beer flows out as long as the faucet is turned on. In the afternoon, the boss will pick a shade tree, move the barrels and deck chairs under the tree, and wait for everyone to buy wine with a fan. ”

"Sounds interesting. "The brakes were moved, and from my cutting board, I took a handful of shallots and sprinkled them in the blue-rimmed bowl, and the golden egg wash with the turquoise shallots was particularly tempting.

"It's funny. "I finished cutting the green onion and turned on the rice cooker, and the freshly cooked white rice was still steaming. Speaking of which, egg fried rice is still delicious with overnight rice, and the egg fried rice is distinct, moderately soft and hard, and has just the right taste.

At that time, I didn't need any good-looking bottles, I asked the boss directly for a large fresh-keeping bag, pinched the mouth of the bag with a tiger's mouth with one hand, fitted the faucet, and then opened the faucet with the other hand. At this time, turn off the faucet again, tie up the plastic bag with both hands, and the water will not leak. ”

Lao Modu people love this plastic bag method, whether it is cold beer or hot soy milk, they like to use a plastic bag to tie it and go. The elderly who are a little more sophisticated will choose to use a microwave lunch box to pack salted soy milk, but this is mostly for the children at home, and if you drink it yourself, you don't pay so much attention to it.

"This boss is really worry-free. ”

"Yes, the boss shook the fan and watched the drinker throw the three-dollar coin into the can of biscuits, jingle the bell three times, and the deal was done. I'm a little ...... At that time, I was particularly envious of the boss. ”

"Still didn't answer my question. He muttered.

I was snorting, calculating the time, and the beef of the wind chimes was already stewed, "You can take out that purple pot so that I can make room for you to fry rice." ”

"How can you tell me ...... like that," Brake continued to mutter, cooing, like a pigeon.

"Senior, my good senior, thank you. I said casually, squatting down to get the woks in the cabinet, not letting him see my old face flush.

"Okay, okay. "I stopped him when I was about to start the brakes and handed him two microwave gloves.

"You put it on for me and then run. Don't forget to tell them that it's made of wind chimes. ”

"Oh. He bowed his head and took it, putting the pink HelloKitty gloves on his hands. I don't know why, I think he looks like a stupid big guy in some way.

Speaking of silly big guys......

When the brakes were gone, I closed the kitchen door, pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, called Soy Sauce, and roared, "You bastard—why did you run away——?

"Ahhh......h ”

"It's hot, it's smoky, where is the romance?" I snorted and crossed my hip with one hand.

"Where there is love, everywhere is romantic. By the way, I took all the wind chimes away, and asked her not to go back to the kitchen for half an hour, don't waste my hard work, you two, come on~" After speaking, she hung up the phone.

I puffed out my cheeks, took my chopsticks to plug in the rice cooker, brushed the brush, and inserted five or six holes. After venting, I washed the wok under the faucet, and then scalded the pot and spatula with boiling water, then put it on the fire, and waited for the temperature to evaporate the water in the pot, and then put the oil.

Brake pushed open the door with two gloves in one hand, and he saw that I had inserted a few holes in the rice, and he held his glasses, and his expression changed slightly.

"It's easy to dissipate heat. "I'm running the train with my mouth full," so that the water vapor can escape. ”

"That's right. He threw his gloves on the table and took the rice shovel from the chopstick holder, "I'll use half of it." ”

"Okay. ”

The pot was no longer smoking, so I took the oil bottle from my hand, poured some into it, and when the oil was hot, I picked up the rice spoon and wanted to add rice to it.

"Eh, don't you have to put the eggs in the egg fried rice first?" I peeled the garlic and glanced in the direction of the brakes.

"Well...... Your method is also very good, but what I want to make is golden egg fried rice. "When the brakes spoke, they looked at me and didn't talk to the pot, such small details made me feel more comfortable.

"The legendary golden egg fried rice?" I suddenly remembered the little Chinese master I watched when I was a child, made an exaggerated expression, and said, "Is it the legendary rice and egg liquid that are perfectly integrated, with a golden color, eggs, fried rice?"

"Hahaha. I amused the brakes, "Look at it." ”

As he said this, I was embarrassed to stand far away, moving small steps and panning to his side without a trace.

I saw him pour the rice into the oil, fry the rice that had been piled up in one piece and loosen it little by little, until one by one separated, and then turned off the heat and left the stove. Next, he arches the rice into the shape of a bowl and pours the beaten egg into the hole. The egg wash immediately penetrated the rice and flowed downward, and he did not hesitate, constantly stirring and stir-frying, until all the rice grains were evenly coated with a layer of golden holy clothes, which was considered a success.

Then, he re-lit the gas stove, turned it to a low heat, and continued to stir-fry. When he saw that I was engrossed in watching his fried rice, he lifted the spoon with great interest, and in an instant, the golden rice grains turned over in the pot, and the green onion was fragrant.

"Salt. ”

"Oh!" I tiptoed, took the bottle from the spice rack and handed it to him.

"Pepper. ”

"Good!" I unpacked a new packet of pepper from the drawer and gave it to him.

"Bowls. ”

"Here we go!" I took a round bowl the size of my face and handed it to him, he took it, filled the round bowl with rice, patted the surface with a spatula, and then put the plate on top of the round bowl, turned it over, and the rice formed a hemispherical shape, which stood in the center of the plate, and finally sprinkled with a handful of shallots to garnish, which was full of color and flavor.

"Where did you learn how to cook, it's amazing. I waited for him to put the plate on the small long table to the side before I spoke.

"My dad said that boys who can cook are attractive. How's it going, isn't it?" he looked at me with a little pride.

I gave a thumbs up, "Super handsome." ”

"Yes. He smirked, his eyes widening suddenly, "Ahh

Who told him to sprinkle so much pepper.

He rubbed his head and laughed sheepishly.