So the two men were busy in the kitchen, Lin Yu was in charge of doing it, and the man in the soul state was in charge of guiding on the side. I have to say that the various devices in the kitchen are an extremely complicated project for Lin Yu, the old man does not have a rice cooker at home, and the most primitive round iron pot is used to cook rice, which adds to the difficulty of Lin Yu's porridge.

The amount of water is the most difficult to control, if you add too much, the porridge will become too thin, if you add less, it is easy to cook the porridge into rice, after Lin Yu washed the rice, he asked the man next to him several times with the round iron pot, "Is this water too much or less?"

In fact, men cook only a handful of times, and only when the wife of a guest comes to the house is too busy to help, the man will help in the kitchen. If you want to say whether you will boil porridge, the man knows the whole process in his heart, but he just washes the rice and puts it in the pot and lets it boil slowly.

Therefore, when the Grim Reaper asked him to guide how to cook porridge, the man was still full of confidence at first, but when he encountered the specific question of how much water to add, the man began to show a tangled expression.

"Uh, Lord Death, the water seems to be a little bit more," the man stared at the pan for a long time, and finally came to such a conclusion.

Well, since he has said too much, let's pour some down, Lin Yu himself has no experience, and he can only listen to the words of that revenant soul in this regard.

Lin Yu picked up the pan and poured some of the water down the sink, and when he was doing this, he accidentally poured out some rice, so he quickly stopped and adjusted his posture before continuing to pour water down.

"What about now?" Lin Yu asked as he leveled the pot and placed it in front of the man.

The man's face became tangled again, he tried to recall the scene when his wife was cooking porridge, but he really couldn't remember how much water to add, he pondered for a long time with his feelings, and finally said, "Lord Death, it seems, it seems that there is a little less..."

Lin Yu had no choice but to turn on the faucet again and add a little water to it, and a question arose in his heart, whether this man had a score or not.

Sure enough, when he put the pan in front of the other party again, the man scratched his head and said, "It feels, it feels like there's more water again." ”

Lin Yu glared at the other party angrily, and said in his mouth, "Big brother, there is no difference between now and just now, okay..."

......

The gas tank was turned on, the stove was lit, and a pot of white porridge was cooked. The old man didn't see anything else except rice, so Lin Yu didn't challenge his cooking skills, hoping to cook this white porridge well. Later, the man gave some useful advice, such as using high heat before the water boils, and when the water is boiling, it should be simmered over low heat. Every few minutes, Lin Yu would also use a chopstick to stir a few times in the pot, and the rice began to swell and soften during the boiling process, and some milky white bubbles began to scramble up.

Finally seeing the appearance of some white porridge, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of Lin Yu's mouth, the unique fragrance of rice emanated, and Lin Yu's face was full of a sense of achievement.

"Child, do you really know how to make porridge?" The old man's voice came from behind, and Lin Yu turned his head to see that she was standing at the door of the kitchen, holding the door frame next to her with one hand.

The old man had been lying on the bed for a while, and when she woke up, she actually smelled the smell of white porridge wafting from the kitchen. I don't know if it's because of the medicine, my body has improved a little, and the old man found that he was able to get up from the bed, and he could slowly hold on to the wooden wall all the way to the kitchen.

The old man saw the back of the young man busy in the kitchen, he looked down at the size of the fire for a while, and then opened the lid of the pot and stirred it a few times with chopsticks, and with his slow and even stirring action, the fragrance of white porridge came out one after another.

The old man saw that the corners of his eyes were a little moist, she had been with the cat for a long time, even if she was sick before, she was forced to carry it by herself, although the cold this time was more serious, but the old man did not feel that his life would change because of the aggravation of the disease. She never thought that there would be a college student who suddenly appeared, he brought a different vitality and smell to her life, although she did not ask for his help, but the college student quietly bought back the cold medicine, and now she also boiled a pot of white porridge for herself.

This feeling, the old man only felt when his wife and son were there, his wife has always been very caring, and his son has been very filial since he was sensible, but now that they are not by his side, the old man has long been ready to die alone.

She quietly wiped the corners of her somewhat cloudy eyes, and said the sentence just now, there are really not many young people who can cook porridge now, not to mention that his movements still look very skillful, like, like an adult with more than ten years of cooking experience.

"Grandma, why did you get out of bed?" Lin Yu put aside the chopsticks in his hand, walked to the kitchen door and grabbed the old man's arm, "You go to rest again, the porridge will be ready to drink immediately." ”

"It's okay, it's okay," said the old man, waving his hand, "I'm not worried about leaving you alone in the kitchen, child, do you often cook when you're at home?"

Lin Yu regarded this as an affirmation of his cooking skills, and there was a revenant spirit next to him who was guiding him at any time, so it would not look bad. "Uh," Lin Yu smiled a little embarrassedly, "Occasionally, occasionally, I will boil porridge and stir-fry vegetables or something." ”

The old man nodded with satisfaction, "What a sensible and filial child, if only my son could be by my side..."

Lin Yu found that there was obvious loss on the old man's face, he originally wanted to ask the old man about his son's situation, such as when the other party would usually call home, but the words still didn't come out of his mouth, the old man is sick now, and mentioning his son will definitely make her sad again, so let's wait until her illness is better.

Lin Yu helped the old man back to the bed, and Xiaohua still sat on the bed as before, guarding her master without saying a word. The dead mouse floret didn't eat it herself, but occasionally played with it with her feet, and then placed it in a place where the old man could see it.

In the kitchen, Lin Yu finally turned off the fire on the stove, and he scooped the white porridge in the pot a few times with a rice spoon, which was neither thin nor thick, and it was cooked just right.