Today is Sunday, Bingqing has nothing to do, after breakfast, take a leisurely walk on the highway, and still think about Yujie in his spare time. He knew that Yujie must still be sleeping lazily at this time, otherwise he would have screamed for a long time and still hadn't heard back. Sleep, my little lazy worm, I can't bear to be hungry. Although it was your Yujie who was sleepy and self-inflicted, Bingqing was still concerned about her, hoping that she could obediently get up and eat something and move with him.

Bingqing had been wandering on the road for a long time unconsciously, the sun was gradually climbing over the treetops, the warm sunlight shone on his beautiful face, he was enjoying the sunbathing to the fullest, and his heart felt extremely comfortable. It's rare to encounter such a good weather, the weather is good, and the mood is naturally good! Just as Bingqing was enjoying the sunshine, he suddenly heard the sound of "buying baked cakes", and a smell of cake fragrance came to his nose, as if he saw Yujie eating soft and crispy baked cakes.

A bold idea suddenly emerged, while there is nothing to do today, why not make some cakes for your beloved Yujie, and send them to her when they are ready, and then talk about it! Yujie buys steamed buns in the supermarket every day, but after a long time, she has lost her freshness and doesn't want to eat it much. If she could eat the bread I made, I think he would be very happy. Bingqing thought about it and couldn't help but laugh.

If you think of it, you have to do it, and love has to act immediately! After making a plan, Bingqing hurried towards his home, and a bold plan was about to be implemented.

Although Bingqing has never made cakes, he is a smart person, as long as he has seen what others have done, he can basically learn to do it by "drawing a scoop according to the gourd". Returning to his room, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find flour, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything. Ay! "It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice." What to do? Do you give up or stick with it? Bingqing hesitated for a moment. Make a decisive decision: make the pie. And be sure to do it well.

Think of these. Bingqing suddenly remembered that she sent some radishes to Yujie last time, and when Yujie received them, she said gratefully: "Bingqing, why did you give me so much?" When will I finish eating? I'm going to make my own buns for you to eat. ”

Hearing Yujie say this, Bingqing's heart blossomed, looking forward to eating the steamed buns that his beloved had steamed for him earlier. What he didn't expect was: at noon that day, when Bingqing was about to go home, Yujie suddenly stopped him. He was handed a large bag of buns. When he saw the buns, his eyes lit up and he was extremely moved, and he couldn't wait to open the bag and gobble down one, which was fragrant, sweet, sour, and spicy and really delicious. When Bingqing finished eating one and was about to destroy the second, Yujie looked at him, pursed her lips, and said coquettishly: "Fool, the buns are so cold, don't be anxious." It's all for you, and I'll eat it when I get home and warm it up. What should I do if I get sick from eating? ”

"Yes. Teacher Bai! Yu Jieli made a gesture of report and said mischievously, "Xie Lu Xie lover!" ”

"Hehe, scoundrel. What kind of ugly death. Yujie smiled and said, "Don't be poor, hurry up and go home!" Look at the colleagues are all gone. ”

"I went back. Thank you, Jie, I love you! Bingqing looked at Yujie, her heart was full of happiness, and she said softly.

"Slow down and stay safe. Send me a message when you get home. Yujie looked at Bingqing affectionately and admonished.

"That's a must-drop! Reporting my whereabouts to you is a top priority! Bingqing nodded with a smile and said.

After returning home, Bingqing took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Yujie, telling her that she had arrived home safely. Then turning on the stove to cook, he stuffed the packet of buns into the refrigerator and just took out one and steamed it in the rice cooker. He was not willing to eat it all at once, he only ate one at a time. He doesn't just eat steamed buns, he feels a person's love. Whenever he thinks of eating steamed buns, a warm current inexplicably swells up in his heart.

The problem of no flour is easy to solve, and there are many supermarkets. I saw that Bingqing immediately went to the supermarket to buy a bag of flour, hummed a little song, and happily carried it home. Bingqing carefully placed the flour. What's next? Bingqing was confused and at a loss. Hehe! The dough should be reconciled first.

With all this in mind, he searched everywhere and finally found the basin and saw it dirty. Bingqing suddenly felt sad: her mother is not at home, look at what has become of this family, she is in good health. Yujie, what a blessing it would be if you could make cakes with me by my side! Reality is reality, she is still sleeping with her head covered, counting on Yujie, is there no hope, or do it yourself, have enough food and clothing! Bingqing picked up the basin and walked to the faucet, brushing it inside and out.

Solved a problem, how to make the noodles next? Bingqing's mind searched for the memories of his mother and noodles before, and after a few minutes, he thought about it and matured, and knew what to do.

The old-fashioned method is to use noodles as an introduction, and then mix noodles. Bingqing wants to find a face as an introduction, but where can he find it? Bingqing thought that her mother had been sick and hospitalized for a long time. In the past few years, my mother has never cooked, she is too haggard, she is haunted by illness all day, and she even has to walk so hard. The thought of this covered his eyes with a thin veil. Bingqing silently thought in his heart: After all, I have grown up, and I should share some responsibilities for the family. Thinking about my mother, thinking that Yujie is coming. Bingqing's heart suddenly surged with a wish: Yujie is his favorite person, and after Yujie marries in the future, he must let Yujie be the empress, serve her for life, eat and drink three meals a day, and take care of Yujie meticulously. In the morning he would bring water to Yujie to wash her face, and in the evening he would bring her water to wash her feet. This is not Bingqing's courteous state, the most important reason is that Yujie is too likable. Bingqing plans to spend a lifetime serving her, and will never let Yujie suffer the slightest grievance.

After the basin was washed, Bingqing poured some water into it and added four bowls of flour. Stir well like your mother, maybe you put too much water just now, and I feel that the noodles can't be stirred together. What to do? Add more noodles! Then he added some more noodles and stirred vigorously in the basin. Suddenly, Bingqing felt that something was missing? He slapped his head, "Hey! It turns out that I forgot to add baking soda. Thinking about the noodles on his hands again, Bingqing felt very funny, and walked straight to the mirror to take a look, on the eyebrows, on the face, on the forehead, on the corners of the mouth, this piece of flour. A full-fledged clown appears in the mirror. Seeing his funny appearance, Bingqing couldn't help but giggle.

Then he went to the faucet and washed his face. How much baking soda should I put in it? Bingqing doesn't know, although it is a gourd to draw a scoop, but it must always be painted like a point! He's a little less confident himself. Bingqing put some warm water and stirred the soda powder well, and poured it into the basin, I don't know whether the method is right or wrong, I think that the things that should be added have been added, and after a while, maybe the basin will be filled with flour. Imagining the fruits of his labor, Bingqing pursed his lips and couldn't help but smile.

All that should be added has been added, and what should be kneaded is still to be kneaded. Bingqing was rubbing and kneading with all his strength, and every time he kneaded, he would think of Yujie eating fragrant cakes. Thinking about it, the strength in his hands is even greater, and he wants his beloved to eat the most crispy cake in the world. In fact, dough is a delicate job, and it is necessary to do pot drying, dough drying, and hand drying. Bingqing kept this sentence in mind and kneaded the noodles attentively, no matter what, the basin always took some of the noodles and didn't see it, he was very anxious, thinking about how to solve this problem. Bingqing thought for a while, if you add some water to the basin, and then knead the dough, maybe the first dry will be solved. Then he did it, it was indeed a good idea, Bingqing found that the basin was getting drier and drier, and it was no longer touching the dough, Bingqing was very happy.

The basin is dry, but the noodles are not dry! Bingqing thought. Maybe he hadn't rubbed the noodles in place yet, so he rubbed the noodles vigorously again. It took nearly half an hour to reconcile the noodles. Bingqing breathed a long sigh of relief and sighed: "It's easy to look at flowers and it's hard to embroider!" "The dry noodle problem is solved. The problem of dry hands is naturally easy to solve. Bingqing went back to the faucet and washed his hands. Only then did he realize that his gown, pants, and cuffs were all noodles. He shook his head and said, "It seems that there is really learning everywhere. You have to learn everything, is a man who can't cook still a man? That's not to let your own woman suffer, you must know that Lu Dao's daughter-in-law is going to hurt when she marries, not to be your nanny. (To be continued......)