Du Yunxi looked at Zhao Qingyun, and Zhao Qingyun was also looking at her, and the two looked at each other, and they seemed to be close to the depths of each other's eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He Shi saw that the porridge was about to be cooked, Du Yunxi had not yet come to the kitchen, walked to the door, and saw that there was not something quite right between Hao and Zhao Qingyun.

"Xi'er, the porridge is almost ready, how do you make the dough?"

He Shi's abrupt voice sounded, and Du Yunxi and Zhao Qingyun both came back to their senses.

Zhao Qingyun didn't dare to look at Du Yunxi again, touched his nose in a panic, and walked towards the hall.

Ho frowned at their reactions, then turned and went into the house.

Du Yunxi looked at Zhao Qingyun's back, she had just seen his deep love for her from his eyes, and the feelings revealed in those eyes were so hot that she lost her mind.

She had always felt that since that chance encounter by the river, he seemed to treat her differently, and he had changed differently.

She has always been blank for feelings, whether it is family, love, or friendship.

After being reborn here, she knew what family affection was, and now she earns her eyes every day, and the people she cares about are there, all of them are good, and they are all by her side, and she feels very happy.

She still doesn't know what it's like to love someone, she has lived for twenty-three years before, and she has never tasted what that kind of love that makes people die and live.

Looking at the sun shining on the ground, he retracted his thoughts and walked towards the kitchen.

When He saw Du Yunxi coming in, he didn't speak, and quietly added firewood to the stove.

Look at the dough that is almost ready, smear a layer of oil on the drying board, pull the dough into small dough balls, roll out a small log into quarter-centimeter-thick dough sheets, and then cut into thumb-wide strips.

After chopping, He boiled the pot dry and added oil to the pot.

He Shi watched Du Yunxi pour the half jar of oil into the pot, frowned and said, "Xi'er, what are you going to fry when you pour so much oil?"

Du Yunxi looked at the heartache expression on He's face and smiled: "Fried fritters, this doesn't cost oil, you'll know when you see it." ”

After speaking, Du Yunxi put the oil jar back, fortunately, they also bought a lot of meat back yesterday, and last night while they were cooking, they separated the fat meat from the lean meat, cut it into small pieces, and put it in the pot to boil into carburetor oil.

She didn't know what color this lard was fried, she had seen everyone else fried in rapeseed oil before.

Looking at the small bubbles in the pot, overlap the two cut noodle pieces, and then gently press them on top with chopsticks, pinch the two ends, pull them into double the original length, twist them and put them in the oil pan.

And immediately roll it with chopsticks, let it heat evenly, wait until it is fried to a golden color, and then take it out and put it in a bamboo basket that has been prepared long ago to drain the excess oil.

He Shi looked at the small and thin section of dough in the pot, and instantly became the boss, and it was the first time she had seen such fresh food.

Seeing Du Yunxi's hand doing it quickly, the smile on He's face was almost in his ears.

As soon as Aunt Wu walked into the kitchen, she smelled the fragrance wafting over and inhaled the fragrance floating in the air.

Seeing He staring at the pot without blinking, the smile on his face never closed his mouth. Du Yunxi's hand was busy quickly, and after a while, a golden cake bar or something was put into the basket that was almost full.

smiled and walked quickly to the stove: "What are you doing eating?"

"Fritters, Xi'er said this thing is called fritters. He turned his head and said with a smile.

Fritters?

Isn't this the dough made from white rice?

Aunt Wu was thinking about it, and Du Yunxi's fried fritters had already filled the basket.

"Aunt Wu, mother, you take it and taste it first and see how it tastes?" Du Yunxi said while busy turning over the fritters in the pot.

Aunt Wu answered, picked up a fritter that was placed a little below, and handed it to He.

He took it with a smile on his face, looked at the golden fritters, and felt a little hard in his hand.

I put it to my mouth and took a bite, and a popping sound came out.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, crispy and delicious, it's really delicious.

Aunt Wu kept looking at the expression on He's face, looking at her like that, she also understood a little in her heart, and walked outside with the blue fritters.

"Xi'er, these fritters are really delicious. He Shi ate a few bites before he stopped and said to Du Yunxi with a smile.

Du Yunxi was putting down the last one in his hand, the oil temperature was too high now, and after a few quick flips, it was almost good.

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When Wu Hua brought the basket of fritters into the hall, Zhang Heming was the fastest to take it.

He had been sitting in the doorway looking at the kitchen, his stomach rumbling with hunger.

Looking at the golden yellow in front of me, and long, I don't know what it's called.

Wu Hua looked at Zhang Heming's puzzled appearance and smiled: "Uncle Zhang, this is a fritter, Yunxi's new food, how about you all taste it?"

Zhao Qingyun was sitting at the table with Chen Wu watching Du Yunhao write, but only yesterday with the current kung fu, Du Yunhao's handwriting has reached a little level.

At least the handwriting is very neat, not crooked.

The three of them were also attracted by the basket of fritters, and Du Yunhao still had a lot of ink on his little hands, so he didn't wash it, so he reached out directly to get it.

Chen Wu saw it, and hurriedly asked him to go outside to wash his hands and eat again.

Zhang Heming said: "It's okay, it's not clean, you won't get sick after eating, I'll eat the old man first." ”

Zhao Qingyun looked at the cheeky master speechlessly, and also went out to wash his hands.

But Wu Hua also smiled: "I don't pay attention to it anymore, I swallowed saliva just now." After speaking, he picked up a fritter and ate it.

Zhang Heming took a bite, and the crisp sound felt soft and delicious when he chewed it.

When Du Yunhao and the others washed their hands and came back, Zhang Heming had eaten most of the fritters in his hand.

He came over with another pot of porridge, and Du Yunxi walked behind holding the dishes and chopsticks.

Looking at the way they all ate with relish, Du Yunxi felt that the steps under his feet were much lighter.

"Yunxi, old man, I really want to knock your head open to see how you came up with this food. Zhang Heming finished eating the fritters, picked up the handkerchief, and wiped the oil on his hands and mouth.

"Grandpa Zhang, I'm just thinking about it, this fritters, you always taste good?" Du Yunxi put the dishes and chopsticks on the table and said with a smile.

"Sister is amazing!" Du Yunhao ate fried dough sticks, his little mouth full of oil, looked at Du Yunxi, and smiled.

"It's all so delicious. If you think about it, you can't want to swallow your tongue. Wu Hua also looked at Du Yunxi, she didn't know what kind of person her father was, she felt that He alone would not be able to teach such a daughter. (To be continued.) )