How unpalatable is Xiaoqian's cooking?

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When she was a child, her family was not rich, she was her sister, Jia Xiufang was busy with business, Chen Lin went to play cards, Jia Xiufang trained her to give herself a start, generally speaking, the eldest daughter of a small business family, it is normal to cook some simple noodles at the age of 10.

When Xiaoqian was 12, Jia Xiufang asked her to try to make a scrambled egg.

The pot is all mush.

Stir-fry a black mess.

gave Chen Zilong to eat, and Chen Zilong, who was still a little child, was scared and cried.

Gave the neighbor's dog to eat, and the dog ran away without looking back with his tail between his legs, and finally had no choice, and they all fell.

I don't know how she is so talented, the simplest scrambled eggs can be made like that, the pot is black, Jia Xiufang rubbed the steel wool ball for half an hour, and finally got it out.

Later, she didn't give up, and taught her hand in hand, but this girl didn't know what was going on, so she asked her to do something else, and she learned everything quickly.

Xiao Qian later pondered that she may have a little talent in dark cooking, and in terms of cooking skills, there is a natural factor in people's cooking, and some people can make it delicious casually, but she can't do it with all her might.

For a while, while Jia Xiufang was not paying attention, she also tried it secretly, and Qian always wanted to be the first girl in everything since she was a child.

As a result, she tried many times, and the results were the same, she didn't dare to let Jia Xiufang see her failures, so she secretly buried them under the tree in the yard - the piece where flowers were planted in her yard was a persimmon tree before, and after Xiaoqian buried a few plates of failed products under the tree, the tree withered inexplicably in the second year.

Chen Lin and Jia Xiufang were puzzled, this tree was there when the house was built, and it had been grafted for 2 years, and it was about to bear fruit, and it died inexplicably.

Xiao Qian pretended to be nothing, went back to check the book, and finally came to the conclusion that there was probably some harmful substance in the dish she cooked, so she killed the tree.

Since then, she has rarely cooked, and probably knows that cooking is easy to get people killed.

In her previous life, she raised her daughter Xiao Wei, she also wanted to learn from her mother, she had nothing to do to give her children something to eat, she was usually busy, and she finally took some time to make a plate of egg fried rice, and Xiao Wei vomited for several days.

Since then, the mother and daughter have been eating nutritious meal delivery services.

Probably because she is too uncompetitive, she forced her daughter to be able to cook instant noodles on a stool at the age of 5, cut shredded potatoes with a food processor and fry them at the age of 6, make cola chicken wings at the age of 8, and decathlon at the age of 10.

Thinking of her daughter, Xiaoqian's heart softened, and her thoughts drifted to a long, long time ago.

Yu Minglang saw that Xiaoqian was wearing an apron and Jia Xiufang's scarf was wrapped around her head, she did not have a range hood at home, and she was afraid of smoking her hair after taking a shower.

looks very virtuous, but looking at the gesture of her holding the knife, Yu Minglang is very nervous.

It doesn't look like he can cook!

And, what's going on with this blurred eye?

Xiao Qian was thinking about her previous life, and Yu Minglang saw her holding a knife for a long time, and finally couldn't help but push her.

"Oh, here we go. ”

Xiao Qian came back to her senses, holding the knife and clicking, Yu Minglang's heart flickered.

I saw that the poor potato king was beheaded from a third of the way, divided into two, one huge and one small, and then Xiao Qian made another sharp knife, and came again from the middle.

Four potato pieces of different sizes, neatly arranged on the cutting board, Yu Minglang visually inspected, this size gap is too big, his family Qianbao can even calculate the wind speed and the ignition point of the fire, how can a potato be cut like this?

Seeing that she looked very determined, Yu Minglang didn't dare to take a knife and cut the big pieces smaller, for fear of hurting her self-esteem, so she could only endure it, watching her scourge one potato and another scourge.

I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I asked cautiously.

"Qianbao, if you cut like this, the power of the knife will make the food roll, and the cut will be uneven, and you can hold it down with your hand. ”

"No, I'm going to cut my hand if I hold it, I've tried it several times. Xiao Qian said seriously, in order to prove that what she said was true, and nodded solemnly.

Yu Minglang swallowed his saliva, well, the size is different, and it is better than the blood of the cut.

Xiao Qian cut the big radish again in a similar way.

She was going to make a potato stew with large radish.

The big white radish, with a few clicks, was bigger than a potato piece.

"Qianbao... You're like this... It's not easy to cook, right?" Yu Minglang didn't want to say that his girlfriend worked so hard to cook for him, he should have kept silent and eaten happily, but seeing this way of cutting vegetables that was more bold than his own man, he really couldn't help it.

Xiao Qian said in a very professional tone.

"I've researched that white radishes are easier to ripen than potatoes, so I'm going to cut them into larger pieces so that both dishes can ripen at the same time and keep the nutrients in the food – but I don't know why, but when I bite into the potatoes I make, my heart is always raw. ”

Yu Minglang glanced at the things she cut, the big ones were the size of a baby's small fist, the small ones were smaller than the nails, and they were cut so hard, and I didn't know if there were any sawdust from the cutting board to chop into...

It's strange if you don't give birth!

But at this time, Yu Minglang was still naïve thinking, it didn't matter if the knife skill was almost done, it could be cooked, he took a few bites, comforted him, and asked Xiaomei not to take this matter too seriously, but obviously, Yu Xiaoqiang was still too naïve...

After Jia Xiufang came back from shopping, before she entered the hospital, she smelled a mushy smell, and as soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw Yu Minglang push open the door, and a puff of black smoke spread from the house...

Xiao Qian followed out, covered her nose with a headscarf, and breathed in the fresh air.

Yu Minglang wiped the sweat from his forehead in horror.

The situation just now is really thrilling.

He didn't die on a mission, and he was almost choked to death by his girlfriend's cooking, which is also black history!

"What are you two doing at home, burning down the house?"

Jia Xiufang pushed away the two goods, and as soon as she entered the house, her brain buzzed.

Her stove, her pot, her kitchen!

I saw that the honeycomb coal stove used for cooking at home exuded a foul smell, and there was black smoke, and one wall was black!

A bunch of vegetables were thrown aside, and there were objects on the stove that I don't know if it was oil or water, and there was a choking smell.

These two guys are taking advantage of the fact that there is no one at home, and they want to burn the house together?

Jia Xiufang pointed to the poor stove, sighed twice, and said nothing.

Xiaoqian managed her own losses, lowered her head and forcibly found face.

"That, it's going to be moved anyway, so if the house is broken, it's going to be broken..."