Hearing Mu Xingfeng say that he would make beef noodles for her, An Ran ran to the kitchen door with his slippers and poked his little head in, "You make it for me?" Do you still need me to open my mouth? ”

"Just open your mouth and eat," Mu Xingfeng said back.

An Ran pursed his lips, his big eyes shining with a sly light.

Although Mu Xingfeng often cooks at home now, she needs to mention it next to her every time, otherwise she either forgot to put salt or put more sugar, in short, without her, the meals made are challenging the limits of human taste.

Today he was ashamed to say that he only needed her to open her mouth to eat, and she wanted to see what kind of beef noodles he could make.

Mu Xingfeng poured good flour, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the little guy lying on the edge of the kitchen door, not coming in, not going out, just staring at him with a pair of big eyes, knowing that this little girl was holding back the bad in her heart, and didn't care about her, poured good water and began to make noodles.

Mu Xingfeng's hands are very good-looking, slender and straight, and the ten fingers are distinctly jointed, which are very eye-catching in the white flour.

Seeing him in a green military uniform and a pink flower apron in front of the kitchen counter, An Ran secretly took out his mobile phone to take a photo and sent it to the friend group established by Mu Wanxin, and then no matter what kind of sensation her photo caused, she exited the chat interface and watched the man make beef noodles for her.

To say that Mu Xingfeng is really powerful.

Take making beef noodles as an example, An Ran only made it once in front of him, but at this time, this man learned it decently.

Mixing noodles, kneading dough, rolling dough, even the thin noodles are thinner and more uniform than those rolled out by An Ran, an old hand.

The beef is also cut to a moderate thickness of thin and medium.

It's just that Enron doesn't know why a man who is so good at everything can get confused and make a mess of the dishes after firing.

She had noticed many times that Mu Xingfeng could prepare all the raw materials in a single person, but he didn't know where to start after firing.

Otherwise, it was misplaced, and sometimes she really suspected that Mu Xingfeng was doing that on purpose, so that he could justify himself by his side when cooking.

When all the preparations were ready, Mu Xingfeng turned on the stove and set up the pot, and at this time he turned his head to look at An Ran again.

An Ran raised his chin slightly, signaling him to continue, Mu Xingfeng saw the little girl's intention, hooked the corners of his lips, poured some oil into the pot, and began to stir-fry the beef.

Green onion ginger, bean paste, broth, and salt are all the same.

When the beef was stewed on low heat, another fire was turned on to boil the noodles and blanch the vegetables.

The noodles are poured with beef broth, and after a while, two bowls of beef noodles are out of the pot.

Smelling the fragrant fragrance of noodles, An Ran blinked his big eyes, followed behind Mu Xingfeng like a tail, watched him bring the noodles to the table, picked up a noodle with chopsticks and sucked it into his mouth, puffed up his little cheeks to taste it seriously, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Mu Xingfeng, did you say you were teasing me before?"

Mu Xingfeng brought out another bowl of noodles, and looked at it puzzled when he heard the complaint of the little daughter-in-law.

"You know how to cook, and it's better than what I cook, but you always pretend you can't, or you just fry all the dishes, do you mean it, so you can sit back and enjoy it?"

"Can you eat this noodle?" Mu Xingfeng didn't notice An Ran's complaints, and he was a little surprised when he heard her sentence that what she made was better than what she made.

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