Chapter 1: The Color of the Long Lost (Part I)
The water boiled again, and the aroma of the boiled noodles wafted through the air with the steam, which made me feel good as I stood in the kitchen. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info
"Xiao Ye, it's time to eat."
While pouring the noodles from the pot into a bowl, I added a special omelette made by me, a food genius, and succeeded in making the perfect "Teenage Nutrition Breakfast." ”
As the saying goes, the perfect breakfast is the start of a successful day, and I will definitely bring good luck to cooking it myself today.
"Huh? Brother, are you actually making breakfast? ”
My sister, who had just gotten out of bed, looked drowsy, but when she saw what I was doing at this time, she immediately became awake and looked obviously surprised.
"Isn't it weird? Hehe, Xiaoye, you have to remember that your brother is not only handsome, but also has first-class cooking skills! ”
Very proudly brought two bowls of noodles to the dining table, looking at my sister's expression like discovering a new continent, I couldn't help but feel refreshed in my heart, this guy definitely didn't expect me to have this unique skill.
"Noodles early in the morning?"
Suspicious, I walked to the dining table, and my sister looked at my smugness, and the expression on her face became strange.
"Is this your breakfast?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Then why is the shape of this noodle a little familiar?"
As she said this, her sister lifted her chopsticks and picked up a few noodles from the bowl, and the expression on her face became ugly
"How long have you been stewing?"
"About ten minutes, it's definitely cooked."
"Ripe?"
Maybe it's an illusion, but I always feel that my sister's eyes have become extremely disdainful, and I can't help but look away.
"Haha, don't look at me like that, I just want to make a healthy and safe breakfast......"
"That's why you open two packets of instant noodles early in the morning, take out the dough and cook it in a pot, and then turn it into your special dark dish?"
Looking at the miserable lump of batter in the bowl, my sister looked at me as if she were a sinner, and then stirred up the "wonderful workmanship" in the bowl.
"It doesn't look that bad, does it?"
"Is breakfast really for dinner?"
As a result of my years of dealing with my sister, I was able to hear the dissatisfaction in her words. This guy has gone from swear words such as "stupid" and "dull" when he was a child, to the second line of "curse you" and "suffer death" a few years ago, and then to the recent study of some celebrities' articles, and has successfully evolved to the highest level of scolding without dirty words, invisible contempt and verbal ridicule, which can cause the most damage to the other party.
Watching my sister stir the pale black soup (it's really just soy sauce) with a serious face, and then turn the egg out of the bottom and look at it carefully, I had to defend myself.
"It's just a trivial mistake, don't pick a bone in the egg......"
"It's not a bone, it's an eggshell."
My sister's perverted eyesight immediately detected the biggest danger hidden in this bowl of breakfast, according to her words, "There is always a danger lurking in human life, and a small piece of eggshell is enough to kill people."
"That's not an eggshell, that's a high-calcium ......"
"I understand, I understand."
My sister looked suddenly enlightened, and then stood up with a bright smile on her face
"Then brother, please help me eat mine."