All of Fang Yun's attention and pursuit of life are reflected in cooking. It seems that in this field, she finally found the window leading to the fairy tale world from her gray fate room, and after opening it, she realized that life can be so wonderful.

However, Fang Yun was only in charge of the final hand, and the tedious washing and cutting in the early stage were handed over to her mother Liu Meiren. The two of them are like a pair of chefs and assistants in the kitchen.

At this time, Liu Meiren finished picking up everything, packed it in small plates in the same category, then washed her hands and dried them, walked out of the kitchen, and called out to her daughter: Fang Fang, I've got it all. You can burn it.

At this time, she was able to relax, walked to the dining room, picked up the cup of coffee that had been cooled from the table, and asked the butterfly with a smile, how are the children, how is the work, and how is life.

And very humbly explained: I don't cook it well, but it's still delicious to make Fang Fang, so I'm just going to do it.

But this is not true, when Fang Yun's father was alive, it is said that her mother never went into the kitchen to cook, because it was her father's world, and now she naturally came to her daughter, she originally had the heart to cultivate her cooking skills, but her son-in-law didn't give her face very much, and she felt a little discouraged.

Since moving back, she no longer cooks and lets her daughter cook it herself, so that her son-in-law has nothing to complain about.

After finding this fun, Fang Yun began to develop in the direction of the extreme. Moreover, when cooking becomes a hobby, the situation is even more different. It will be even more difficult to invest time and energy in it, and of course, the equipment.

In order to meet all her needs, Fang Yun bought a variety of pots, ovens, cooking machines and a series of other items, fortunately even filled the kitchen space, and then Mei Zizi began her culinary journey.

Butterflies look from the side and understand that those hanging utensils and full of all kinds of cooking supplies are definitely not decorations. The greasy wall speaks volumes about the fierceness of the fighting here.

Fang Yun's skillful gestures and the scene of the heroic dry clouds waving were enough to make the butterfly's dietary minimalism jaw-dropping.

Just one dish, you have to go through all kinds of complicated procedures, to be honest, let alone eat, butterflies are tired to watch.

Not only do we cook various types of dishes, but we also make all kinds of baked sweets, cakes, biscuits, and the like. The sushi brought by her daughter's school spring outing, and the pizza she ate on holidays were all from her skillful hands. Her intelligence is vividly reflected.

said that she got up at four o'clock in the morning to cook rice, cut vegetables, and wrap sushi with seasonings, and wrapped about 80 sushi in total, because the autumn trip of the previous year was not enough, and the children in Zexi's class said that it was delicious, and they were all snatched up. This time, Fang Yun wrapped 80 of them ruthlessly, until Zexi got up and washed. Then she put the sushi box in the car and took her to school.

The butterfly swallowed her saliva a few times when she heard it, and she threw herself to the ground in admiration, feeling that if she didn't sing the phrase "Only mother is good in the world", she couldn't express that feeling.

Compared with Fang Yun, a good mother, she is like a stepmother of the kite. Fortunately, Zhikite is an easy-going child, and he can eat anything.

Fang Yun said: You don't have to worry about the things outside, it's safest to make them yourself.

Yes, the butterfly admits it, but how much trouble is that? How much time and effort it takes to buy the same things and clean them up, and cook them all the way, oh yo, that's enough time to write an essay of a few thousand words.

Just when the butterfly was watching Fang Yun cook according to the door frame, Fang Yun still lost no time in stuffing a small snack or two into the butterfly's mouth, or a biscuit made by herself, or a small dessert, the butterfly couldn't resist a little, and couldn't help but cry: Fang Yun, if you eat it again, I can save my lunch.

Fang Yun laughed, laughing so much that his eyes were bent into the moon. He looked at the butterfly with a smile and said: You are too thin, why are you so thin, it doesn't matter if you eat more.

Watching the butterfly eating what she had made, the kind of surprise and surprise in her eyes, as well as the kind of unrelenting appreciation that was overflowing, Fang Yun felt full of happiness and achievement. This happiness has not been seen for a long time.

Because now, no matter what she does, Mr. Yan Hao always lowers his head and replies dullly: Well, oh, okay.

In this family, no matter how much effort she makes, she can't get a word of praise from her beloved. All she did was wishful thinking, or rather, you liked to do it, and no one forced you. Over the years of family and marital life, Fang Yun has become more and more depressed, and she feels like she is walking on thin ice every day. If you also want to let go in a chic way, maybe things won't be so difficult, but Fang Yun doesn't want to let go, she doesn't want to let go, and she can't let go.

As soon as Fang Yun thought of this, a burst of sourness welled up in his heart.