Both families pushed the cart away, and Fu Yonghan's hot boiled water had already cooled.

She poured the cold boiled water proportionally into the basin that had already been filled with flour and prepared to knead the dough.

The word proportion, or after fusing the memory of the current body, Fu Yonghan knew that there was such an exact statement.

A slightly rough pair of hands reached into the basin and stirred it a few times, which seemed to have an inexplicable regularity, so that the flour and water quickly fused together, and the degree of fusion became higher and higher, as if they were indistinguishable from each other.

Jiao Chong, who was hiding in the house, didn't dare to cry out in pain, so he hid behind the door with his hands on his waist, quietly watching the movement in the yard.

Looking at Fu Yonghan's action of kneading the dough, Jiao Chong rubbed his eyes, a little unable to believe what he saw.

That action seemed to be very ordinary, but in Jiao Chong's eyes, he inexplicably had a feeling of "the other party is unfathomable" in his heart, just like when he had a trouble in the night game a few years ago and saw the big brother in the night game for the first time.

It's a hell of a life.

How can such a little girl be compared to the boss of other nightclubs?!

Although he thought so in his heart, Jiao Chong's eyes still couldn't leave Fu Yonghan's body.

His peeping could not hide Fu Yonghan's perception at all.

However, as long as Jiao Chong honestly didn't come out to cause trouble, Fu Yonghan didn't bother to take the initiative to clean him up.

This kneading dough, one is to do things, and the other is actually practice.

Fu Yonghan's self-cultivation decision, in addition to the usual internal training, can also be practiced when cooking. When kneading the dough, Fu Yonghan began to guide the little internal strength that he had cultivated in the hospital with great difficulty, and began to walk around the meridians all over his body.

Kneading the dough, Fu Yonghan kneaded it for more than an hour.

Jiao Chong was tired of seeing it for a long time, so he went to lie down on his own bed.

Fu Yonghan called it a day, took the noodles and basins back to the basement, and sat on the bed to meditate.

She still remembered what He Yu said, she couldn't put ingredients in the yard.

I don't know how long it has been, Fu Yonghan heard a movement outside the door, opened his eyes, and got off the bed.

After a sound of keys, the door was opened, and He Yu walked in with a few bags of things.

Fu Yonghan's gaze swept over the plastic bag in He Yu's hand, his nose moved, and he smiled: "Mom, you bought pork and shallots?" Looks like there are sprouts? ”

The taste of these ingredients is still obvious, and it is naturally impossible to hide it from Fu Yonghan's nose.

On top of that, the sprouts of the shallots have already come out of the plastic bag.

He Yu couldn't help laughing, and a plastic bag popped up.

He Yu remembered what was going on, laughed, and lifted the plastic bag in his hand: "You have a good nose." I bought some ingredients and I'm going to steam the buns tomorrow morning! I've inquired, and the wholesale market has a lot of work in the morning, and many people don't have time to make breakfast before they open the door. Let's go early tomorrow morning, sell some steamed buns or something, and prepare some fresh soy milk when we have the opportunity, the business will definitely be bad! ”

That's a good thing.

Although I am a little tired, as long as I can make money, what does it matter if I work harder?

That's how everybody survives.

Fu Yonghan nodded and said, "By the way, Mom, it just so happens that I have already made the noodles, why don't we try to make steamed buns in a while?" After crossing the bridge in the university town, there are many office buildings there, and there are many people working overtime at night, and there are many training classes nearby. We went there to sell steamed buns, at least we couldn't lose money. ”

He Yu's eyes widened: "When will you show up?!" ”

Fu Yonghan shrugged and said, "I told you a long time ago, this little thing can't stop me at all." Mom, if you're not at ease, why don't you take a look at what I post? ”

When He Yu heard this, he immediately put the things in his hand on an old plastic stool by the door and walked to the table where the basin was placed.

She frowned and looked at the dough inside, but she really didn't notice anything wrong.

He Yu was still a little worried, and even reached out to pull a small piece of dough, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

Fu Yonghan couldn't bear to open his eyes.

She really wanted to remind He Yu that He Yu hadn't washed his hands yet!

If this was placed in the imperial dining room, if anyone dared to do this without authorization, they would have been pulled down and beaten on the board a long time ago!

"Don't say it, it's really better than your mother!" He Yu's eyes widened, and he turned around and gave his daughter a thumbs up.

Although He Yu is just a peasant woman, she can do all the cooking work over and over again, but she has a lot of experience in making steamed buns. Whether this side is good or not, she can still judge it lightly.

Fu Yonghan smiled at her mother and did not speak.

He Yu pulled Fu Yonghan and muttered, "Tell my mother, how did this side come about?" I've sent so many faces, but I'm not as good as you! It's no wonder that the business in the stall was always good and bad, and this must be the problem! ”

Fu Yonghan's face began to stiffen a little.

The craft of making noodles is naturally not difficult, but how can it be so easy to achieve her level?!

With He Yu's foundation, if you want to achieve this point, even if it is a cultivation decision, you have to ponder for at least ten years!

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the origin of the self-cultivation decision was difficult to explain, coupled with the rules of the teacher, Fu Yonghan really wanted to teach the self-cultivation decision to He Yu.

However, even if He Yu is not taught to cultivate his body, as long as he earns money and improves his living environment in the future, Fu Yonghan will have a way to improve He Yu's physical condition through guò diet therapy.

"This ......," Fu Yonghan pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, the steps of making noodles are those, and I came in order." The master who was temporarily transferred to the canteen to help also said that this noodle also depends on talent. At that time, many of us learned from the masters, and I was the one who learned the best......

This excuse is really a bit bad, and even Fu Yonghan himself feels a little unreasonable. Unexpectedly, He Yu believed it directly, and sighed: "That's right." If you want to talk about cooking, don't look simple, it really depends on talent! When I was in the village before, your aunt was like this, she didn't know anything when she married into the door, and then she studied with your grandmother for a few years, but she didn't learn a single dish, and she couldn't even steam a rice and make a fire, and she almost lit the kitchen at home! Later, your grandmother finally gave up and never taught your aunt these things again, isn't this life the same? ”

Fu Yonghan blinked when he heard this.

Having a mother who fills in the pit for herself is really a great thing!