"Corn rice?" Mrs. Brown then remembered that the corn rice was still cooking in the jar, and asked, "Zheng, can't the corn rice be kept?" ”

She was reluctant to eat a bite of the food that could treat her daughter, thinking that it was best to put it all away and keep it for her daughter to eat slowly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zheng Qing shook his head, "Hard food can be left for several days, if you can't finish the meal, it will spoil in a few hours." ”

It's not that it's broken, it's that the vitality is gone. It was not easy to explain this to Mrs. Brown, so she had to say it badly.

This kind of corn rice, especially if it is kept in the refrigerator, is fine even if it is left on the second or third day.

Unlike hard food, which is processed into pieces, fluid food is quickly lost after it is served out of the crockpot, and if it is not eaten.

It has been boiled or put in a crockpot, and after a long time, the vitality will disappear.

However, although the vitality disappears quickly, because the liquid food is easy to digest, the vitality can be absorbed by the body at a faster rate after eating.

Eating fluid food can gain more vitality than hard food.

Comparatively speaking, hard foods that are processed into chunks have only one benefit, and that is that they are easy to preserve, and nothing else can compare with ready-to-eat liquid foods.

"I'm sorry, Zheng." When Mrs. Brown heard this, she calmed down, and suddenly remembered that Zheng Qing hadn't eaten it yet, so wouldn't it be rude to put it away like this?

Said apologetically: "Zheng, you can also eat some of these mung bean cakes and peanut cakes." ”

"No need." Zheng Qing shook his head, "This is what I made specifically for Jenny, well, you can leave me two pieces, I have other uses, and the rest is all for Jenny." ”

Seeing that Mrs. Brown was a little hesitant, Zheng Qing smiled,

"Mrs. Brown, put it in the fridge with confidence. I remember to give Jenny a piece every day, and when she finishes eating, I'll make some more. ”

"As long as you eat mung bean cake or peanut cake every day, I promise you, even if Jenny wants to die, she won't die."

"Thank you, Zheng, thank you so much, you are really a savior from God."

Holding Zheng Qing tightly, Mrs. Brown cried excitedly.

"You're so polite, Mrs. Brown." Zheng Qing patted Mrs. Brown lightly on the shoulder.

"I can't thank you enough for your help to Jenny." Mrs. Brown let Zheng Qing go, wiped her tears with a tissue, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Zheng, I was rude." ”

"It's nothing, it's the same for me." Zheng Qing didn't mind.

Mrs. Brown looked at her watch, "Ah, it's half past seven in the evening, so late." Zheng, what staple food would you like to eat? ”

Zheng Qing has to eat like ordinary people, and he can cook very little food now, and if he only eats one food, such as pea cake, it is easy to cause malnutrition due to picky eating.

In addition to the food he made, Zheng Qing would also supplement his nutrition by eating other foods, but these foods could not provide vitality.

"Do you know how to cook Chinese food?" Zheng Qing asked, he really can't get used to Western food.

"I'm sorry, Zheng, I've never cooked Chinese food." Mrs. Brown shook her head apologetically, "However, I will definitely learn how to cook Chinese food in the future." ”

Unless it's a Chinese area, Americans rarely eat Chinese food.

The diet is mostly American's own food, steak, fries, hamburgers, bread, the more popular is pasta, and there are many French foods.

There are no Chinese in Chunmu Town, and even Chinese tourists rarely come here. In the supermarket, you can't even buy Chinese spices and chopsticks.

"Then whatever." Without Chinese food, Zheng Qing felt that there was nothing to choose.

"How about pasta and fried steak?" Mrs. Brown asked, feeling a little overwhelmed, after all, Zheng Qing helped her daughter to heal, and there was hope that the terminal illness would be cured.

Pasta is very similar to mixed noodles, Zheng Qing nodded, "Pasta is good." ”

He didn't expect Mrs. Brown to make pasta to suit his tastes, there were no Chinese spices here, and even if Mrs. Brown wanted to, she couldn't make them.

Now it was the first time he regretted coming to this place where there were no Chinese.

"For steaks, I'm going to eat fully cooked, do you mind?"

Half-cooked food, Zheng Qing is really not used to eating it.

Mrs. Brown, of course, would not mind this little request, and said busily: "Of course not, Zheng, you are the most distinguished guest of our family. ”

Little Ryan listened very strangely on the side, and asked curiously, "Zheng, don't you know how to cook Chinese food?" ”

The little guy just ate the mung bean cake made by Zheng Qing, and he was very curious about the legendary Chinese food and wanted to try it.

Zheng Qing was a little embarrassed, he didn't know how to cook Chinese food at all, but his cooking level was really average and average.

There is no seasoning here, so don't offer ugliness.

Shaking his head, he said, "I only cook a little, and I rarely cook." ”

Little Ryan listened more curiously, "Zheng, didn't you cook Chinese food just now?" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, the feeling after eating the mung bean cake was fantastic, full of energy, and the whole person was full of vitality.

This little guy still thinks that Chinese food is like that.

"That doesn't count." Zheng Qing explained: "Little guy, don't ask, let's go out and play." ”

Dragged little Ryan out of the kitchen so as not to interfere with Mrs. Brown's cooking. Sit down on the big couch and watch TV.

There are not many TV stations in Lao Mei, and many of them are charged. Zheng Qing picked a few stations, one of which was playing the proud wife, put down the remote control and watched it slowly.

Lao Mei, don't expect to watch TV episode by episode, American dramas usually only play one episode a week, unless you buy a disc and go home to watch it yourself, people who are used to the way domestic TV dramas are played can die in a hurry.

Little Ryan was curious about everything about him, "Zheng, do you have a girlfriend?" ”

"Nope." Zheng Qing stroked little Ryan's hair, the little guy's blonde hair was quite soft, "Little guy, do you have a girlfriend?" ”

Little Ryan blushed and shook his head, but quickly said, "Jenny has a boyfriend, but it was last year." ”

It's not unusual at all, the old and beautiful children have always been in early love. Jenny's boyfriend must have broken up with her because of a terminal illness.

Don't pick up this conversation.

"Zheng, will you cook Chinese food in the future?" Little Ryan kept asking questions like a curious baby, and couldn't help licking his lips again, the mung bean cake just now made him miss the taste of Chinese food abnormally.

"Do you like Chinese food?" Zheng Qing asked.

Little Ryan said, "I like it very much, but I've never eaten it." ”

Zheng Qing couldn't help but laugh again, he had never eaten it, how did he know that he liked it?

"When you eat, let you eat the corn rice I made."

"It must be delicious." The little guy looked expectant, and his greedy saliva was about to flow out.

"Jingle bell!"

The doorbell rang suddenly.

"Ryan, look who's coming." Mrs. Brown was frying steak on her side, so she ordered Ryan.

"Okay, Mom." Little Ryan jumped off the couch and obediently went to open the door.

The door opened, and little Ryan stood in the doorway looking out, and a young woman's voice came, "Hey, it's Ryan, good evening, is Mrs. Brown at home?" ”

"Good evening, Mommy is cooking." Little Ryan said.

Mrs. Brown heard a voice, "Annie, is that you?" Come in. ”

Little Ryan opened the door a little wider, and Zheng Qing turned his head to see a twenty-four-five-year-old white woman, wearing a pink loose loungewear.

White people usually have poor skin due to large pores, and freckles are easy to appear on their faces and arms.

Take the Brown family as an example, little Ryan is a little better, after all, at a young age, Mrs. Brown and Jenny have a lot of freckles on their faces.

But there are exceptions, there are those white people with particularly good skin, the pores are very small and small, not only there are no freckles, but the whole person's skin looks like a very smooth white jade or white fine porcelain.

Particularly smooth and particularly delicate.

However, this kind of person also has a defect, that is, sweat is not easy to volatilize, resulting in high humidity in the body, so that the congenital constitution is weak, and if you run a few steps, you will be out of breath.

Someone (the author himself) calls this situation princess disease.

It's not the sick princess disease, but the real princess.

Due to the large amount of water in the body, this kind of person is especially not easy to look old compared with ordinary people, and people in their forties, even if they don't wear makeup, look similar to other people in their thirties or even twenties.

It's not a princess, it's better than a princess.

This kind of person is not only among whites, but also among Asians and blacks.

The reason why I say so much is to express a meaning, if you can find such a woman, you will be happy.

Anne is such a person right now.

"I saw that your house seems to have a guest, so I came to have a look."

As Anne spoke, her eyes fell on Zheng Qing.

There have never been Chinese in the town, and everyone thinks it's rare to come to one.

Looking at each other, Zheng Qing nodded at the other party.

"It's Zheng, my husband's friend, my friend in China." Mrs. Brown introduced while cooking there, "Zheng, this is Anne, my neighbor. ”

The population of the town is relatively small, and the neighbors are far apart, so it would be nice to have two or three neighbors in a family.

"Hello, Zheng."

"Hello, Annie."

Anne didn't mean to come in, but stood at the door. Zheng Qing had no choice but to get up from the sofa, walk to the door, and shake Anne's hand.

Her little hands are really soft and wet to the touch, but they don't feel strong, and they smell very good.

The touch brought by this little hand is not too wonderful, Zheng Qing struggled hard in his heart before he was willing to let go.

"Zheng, my house is over there." Anne pointed and said politely, "You are welcome to come to my house and sit down when you have time." ”

"Thank you for having Anne, I'll be visiting." Zheng Qing generously agreed.

Mrs. Brown invited Anne to come in and sit down, and Anne said that she was cooking at home, and after a conversation she left.

Mrs. Brown was very sorry, "Anne is a good girl, but it's a pity that she was married, otherwise she and Zheng are quite a good match." ”

It's that men love beautiful women, and when I heard that Anne was married, Zheng Qing was slightly disappointed.

The topic was quickly diverted.

Mrs. Brown cooked the meal, brought it out and put it on the table, and told Ryan, "Ryan, tell Jenny to come down and eat." ”