After lighting the fire and putting firewood in the hole of the pot for a while, Xiaoxi's back was already completely wet, and his neck was also wet, and he wiped a handful of sweat fiercely.

"That's for you. Seeing this, Zhao Juan went to the sleeping house and found a fan.

Xiaoxi gave her a grateful look and took the fan in her hand. This fan is commonly woven from bamboo here, and it is used to fan the wind to shoot mosquitoes in the summer when it is cool, and it is very cool.

I fanned it twice, and it was really cooler. Don't look at this fan, it's not big (it's an elongated hexagon, only two pins long), but the wind of the fan is quite strong.

You must know that this stir-fry is not as cool as her pot-burner, a hot breath. Xiaoxi saw that she was sweating profusely, so she set up the firewood, walked to Zhao Juan with a bamboo fan, and fanned her to the wind.

"I don't need to, you slap yours. Feeling a cool breeze, Zhao Juan shook her head at the stream.

Hearing this, Xiaoxi leaned over to her. "Oops, we're both fanning. ”

"Hee-hee-hee......"

Waiting for the last dish to be put into the pot, Zhao Juan said to the stream on the side: "Xiaoxi, you come to mix cold vegetables, you mix delicious." ”

The cold dishes mixed with the creek are really a must, obviously everyone puts the same seasoning, I don't know why she mixes it out to be delicious.

"Oh. Xiaoxi didn't say much, she had already said that they were cooking at the top of the house, but Zhao Juan was busy working alone. He put aside the bamboo fan in his hand, washed his hands, and the creek began to work.

After looking at the ingredients, she was ready to pat a cucumber and mix a vermicelli bean sprouts.

Pour some boiling water and soak the thin vermicelli.

Wash the cucumbers and pat them flat with a knife, cut them into small pieces and put them in a basin.

Xiaoxi looked around, went back to the house, took a handful of millet peppers, washed them, and cut them into small pieces.

Seeing that the last dish was out of the pot, Xiaoxi asked Zhao Juan to wash the pot, add a scoop of water, and then boil it.

Peeled some garlic again, although she didn't like to eat garlic, but she had to admit that garlic should be in the cold dish to be delicious.

Pour all kinds of spices into the basin, stir well, taste it yourself, it's okay. I sandwiched another piece for Zhao Juan to taste.

"Hmm...... Hiss ~ delicious. Zhao Juan tasted a small piece, and the chili pepper stimulated the saliva in her mouth to secrete too quickly. "It's sour, spicy, delicious, give me another piece. ”

When she heard that it was delicious, she was pleased, and after feeding her a little more, she went to prepare the rest.

Put the washed bean sprouts into hot water and blanch them, then scoop up the cold water, the vermicelli is still a little hard, and put it in the pot to cook for a while.

Wait for the vermicelli to boil until it is medium-cooked, scoop up the cold water a few times, and then add seasoning to the bean sprouts and vermicelli together and mix evenly.

As soon as the brook tasted it, he heard the sound of talking outside. It is estimated that everyone is back, put the chopsticks aside, and will run out of the door.

"Xiaojuan, they're back. The brook shouted into the house.

"Oh. Zhao Juan agreed, scooped out a basin of water, put it on the middle of the street, beckoned everyone to wash their hands and prepare for dinner.

The two of them made a few home-cooked meals today. As soon as he got to the dinner table, Xiaoxi stared at the two bowls of fried chicken nuggets with sharp peppers. It's fragrant and spicy, and the chicken is a little hard but out of the bone, just a little hard, and it's delicious.

She has always thought that the chicken is too woody, so she doesn't like to eat chicken, but the whole chicken is very appetizing when it is fried in pieces.

"Hmm~ Xiaojuan's cooking is weirdly good. Old Man Chen tasted two chopsticks and exclaimed.

When Zhao Juan heard this, her face turned red, she simply didn't speak, and ate with her head bored.

"Hahaha......" Hearing Old Man Chen's praise, Zhao Yunqing smiled very proudly. On weekdays, his granddaughter and grandson like to tinker with food in the stove room, and he let the brother and sister toss, but he didn't expect to practice cooking well.

Xiaoxi nodded approvingly, yes, compared to people of the same age, it is indeed good.

"Creek ......"

Xiaoxi, who was gnawing on the bones, didn't expect to be named by Old Man Chen, and when he heard the words, he grabbed the bones and looked up at him in confusion.

"Tomorrow it's time for you to cook, you have to learn a little bit, and you will know how to eat one day. He turned his head to look at Zhao Juan again, "Xiaojuan, you can teach her more tomorrow, such a big person can't cook." ”

Xiaoxi stopped drying up and retorted: "Why don't I know how to cook anymore, then I didn't start cooking when I was eight or nine years old." ”

When I was in elementary school, they started class at eight o'clock, so they basically had to get up at half past six, and in winter, it was not yet dawn.

At first, it was Mr. Chen who got up to cook for them, woke them up to eat, and then went back to bed to sleep for a while.

Later, every morning at one o'clock, Mr. Chen woke up his sister and brother, and then asked them to cook by themselves.

Xiaoxi once thought that it was because Old Man Chen didn't want to get up because he was cold outside, but then he was used to being reluctant to get up.

The sister and brother got up in the dark, trembling from the bedroom door to the stove, turned on the light, and first made a fire to warm up, and then she burned the pot.

In a hurry, cook a pot of white water noodles and season them yourself. It is estimated that I ate too many noodles at that time, so later for breakfast and lunch, Xiaoxi lost his appetite as soon as he saw the noodles.

Later, when the family was busy with farming, the old couple took Chen Yubin to work in the fields, and breakfast was made by the stream.

"Oh, you're talking about boiling two bowls of noodles and cooking two bowls of porridge?"

This......

"I've also stir-fried vegetables, okay?" Xiaoxi said dissatisfied, poking at the rice in the bowl. I think she has fried a few times, but there is Old Man Chen who loves to cook in front of her, and Luo Guihua in the back, so she has no chance to behave at all!

"Well, tomorrow will depend on your performance. Old Man Chen looked at her with a smile.

"Humph!" Xiaoxi snorted, turning her face away from eating. His face was silent, and he kept thinking about tomorrow's recipe.

In fact, to be honest, in these two lives, she cooked very rarely. With Old Man Chen and Luo Guihua here, there is no need for her to cook at all.

In her previous life, when she was in junior high school and high school, Luo Guihua was in charge of her food and housing at home, so she had no chance to cook. Later, when she was in college, Luo Guihua went out to work again, so she had a chance.

She used to go home as soon as she had a holiday, even if there were no parents at home. During the winter and summer vacations, she and Granny Chen were companions.

Granny Chen has been used to being given by Mr. Chen all her life, and rarely cooks, so the food she cooks is not very delicious. After Xiaoxi fried the vegetables twice, the job was handed over to her.

They had a great time together during the holidays. Because Granny Chen is old, she gets up early, makes breakfast, and then cuts the vegetables at noon, burns the pot and lets the creek fry the vegetables, and the dinner is also made by the creek.

Although she has to be woken up by Granny Chen to eat at six o'clock in the morning every day, she has always missed the time when there was only their mother-in-law and grandson.

Therefore, the food cooked by Xiaoxi can still be eaten, but after so many years, I don't know how the craftsmanship is, and I am a little apprehensive in my heart.