Xixi was very happy today, not only did she see Baba who she hadn't seen a few times, but she also had three more sisters who gave her all kinds of small gifts.

But the most important thing is that the cooking is super delicious, unlike my mother, the scrambled black eggs are very bitter!

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According to the plan, it was Ye Ling's turn to cook today. I saw her roll up her sleeves and say to Xixi with a face of "I'm amazing": "Little Xixi, sister, I'm going to cook." Let me tell you, in our house, I cook the best food!"

Who is the best to do and don't have any points in his heart? Ye Chuchen and Ye Xuan pouted, looking at Xixi's face, they didn't argue with her.

Although the sisters have their own strengths, thanks to the blessing of a lazy salted fish man, they have all practiced good cooking skills. Although the dishes they specialize in are different, they can be said to be equally divided. Therefore, the sisters don't obey anyone, and they continue to study their cooking skills, always trying to trample the other two people under their feet. However, in the end, this kind of healthy competition will benefit from the leaves that are just eaten.

However, Xixi, who had been bought by Ye Luo with food at noon, had already become her father's "tap water", and at this time she was correcting the mistake of her second sister Ye Ling: "No, no, the food made by Baba is the best!"

Ye Ling covered her forehead: "We didn't come back at noon, Dad, you won't cook instant noodles for her, right?

Ye Xuan agreed, when the salted fish man was home alone, he used instant noodles almost every day...... Except that the woman next door would bring him takeout.

And Ye Chuchen secretly laughed at the two younger sisters who were too young. Ten years ago, there were only two people in this family, and Ye Chuchen couldn't cook, so the cooking was done by Ye Luo, who was not yet a salted fish.

Seeing that her sister didn't believe it, the little girl tried to prove herself: "It's true!

"Made of rice?" Ye Ling pursed her lips, and she didn't know how her father fooled this little girl. But it doesn't matter, today, let Xixi taste what real food is!

Ye Luo felt the contempt from his daughter, expressed his dissatisfaction, and decided to use the facts to prove his strength.

Even if she has lived in China for nearly ten years, she can't change her slightly brown hair color and the fact that she was originally a native of China. Although Chinese food is good at, it is not as easy as Western food. What's more, Xixi also lived in the rice country when she was a child.

But what is the impression of Uncle Sam's food?

When the walls of the English were still ten meters high and the manure was burning in the fireplace, the beautiful queen from Italy had already brought the recipe for beef liver, black mushrooms, tender steak and cheese to this romantic and lazy country, and it was under Louis XIV. France has a real culinary competition and a strict hierarchy of chefs.

In Europe, and even in the world, the French and their old relatives Italy are the best eaters. And when it comes to the prosperity of the cuisine and the sophistication of the production, even Italy, which loves life and art the most, is inferior, and as for the old rice and the Russian old Maozi, can they correctly distinguish between food and pig food?

However, the countries that seem to be able to eat are very weak in modern wars! The flower planter was first blasted open in the Opium War, and then robbed by the Eight-Nation Alliance, and then the dwarfs from the east ran over to take advantage; The Gallic chickens were beaten by the mustachioed Hitler to cry dad and cry mother, and the Maginot Line, which had been repaired with a lot of money, was burst out from behind; As for the rest of him, "Yi Duli" is not a joke, he has been pitting his teammates since World War I, I really don't know where Mussolini got the courage to pretend to be a big brother in front of a mustache in World War II.

Oh, sorry! Before you know it, it's a bit far.

Ye Ling thought for a while, but still chose Italian macaroni.

Italian pasta sounds very emotional, but it is actually lo mein. In Huaxia, it is a pattern renovation, what spring vegetables, autumn potatoes, eggplant, beasts in the mountains, geese in the clouds, land cattle and sheep in the sea, there is no one who can't enter the noodles, the gentlemen of the imperial city are especially good at this, get a bowl of noodles, pour the marinade up, squat at the door of the house, grab a person and talk about it, this is called a comfortable, happy, down-to-earth child......

In short, this macaroni is the recipe that the Italian Marco Polo brought back to Italy after eating lo mein in China. Italy was poor at that time, and could not afford to cook noodles, so they dug out their hearts to create hollow noodles, so pasta is also called macaroni; I don't want this time noodles are easier to taste, and then after a certain improvement, it has become the signature rice of Italians, and the French and Italians are good children and foodies who love peace and advocate art. Counting up to the children's family, plus in recent years, French cuisine has taken advantage of the trend of red wine to stand in the forest of foodies in the world. More and more developed and compatible with European dishes, so this Italian pasta has become a part of French cuisine.

Italian macaroni was born from Chinese lo mein. Of course, it is like playing lo mein, which can be freely matched. The sauces used can be meat, fish, all kinds of seafood...... The side dishes are even more diverse, tomatoes and onions are a must, and bean sprouts are up to you.

Once the sauce is made with the ingredients in the refrigerator, it's time to eat, and usually the chef will do it when the water is not boiling, so that the noodles are not too hard and the soup is not washed up by the boiling water, making it too sticky to eat.

But Ye Ling waited for the water to boil completely, then shook off a ball of macaroni and threw it into the pot like a net, and without waiting for the boiling water to flush up the noodle soup, he quickly picked up a pair of long chopsticks, stretched them into the pot and stirred clockwise.

"The water-breaking method? The little girl knows a lot now. ”

Ye Luo was slightly stunned, watching Ye Ling's hand holding chopsticks rise and fall, his wrist trembled, whether it was strength, speed, and frequency, he mastered it very skillfully, so that he used chopsticks to break the water, and the soup was still clear after the noodles were cooked, and the taste of the noodles was also the best.

Cooking noodles is not a lump soup, not to mention fishing noodles and leaves, pay attention to the more chaotic the better, there used to be a glutton who can eat, in order to eat morning soup noodles, that is, the first bowl of noodles cooked after the pot is boiled, at the expense of the rooster crowing, brave the rain to rush, this is the reason.

Noodles are noodles, soup is soup, and they are clean and innocent, which is good noodles. Especially pasta, heavy noodles are not heavy soup, so it is even more necessary to uphold this rule, it seems that Ye Ling has made great progress, and her mastery of pasta is already perfect, and she can't handle this girl if she doesn't show her true skills.

Seeing that Ye Ling's macaroni was ready, Ye Luo washed his hands, opened the refrigerator, and picked out a piece of beef.

Ye Ling's eyes widened in surprise: "Dad, that's when I bought the tenderloin, and people half sold it and gave it away, it's beef neck meat!" She had already decided that Ye Luo was a mallet, and decided to help, she couldn't let her father lose so ugly.