Xiaobao hurriedly went to remove the lid of the pot, but was dragged aside by the master.

Eight or nine-year-old children, it is great to be able to paste a circle of cakes on the cold pot table, and the hot pot can not be touched.

Li Hua lifted the lid of the pot and laughed.

If you want the cake to stick honestly on the wall of the iron pot, at least the shape must fit, and Xiaobao sticks these ...... Different sizes, shapes, fat and thin......

Don't you want to lose face with your cakes? People are committing suicide by drinking hatred and committing mass suicide!

"Hahahaha," I couldn't help laughing, Master Li has always liked to go with the flow, just let the suicide cake melt in the hot porridge.

"Master!" Xiaobao was wronged and got Li Hua to kill him.

The injured heart of the big apprentice can be soothed with braised pork ribs.

The hearts of the two children were soothed, and the first pot of experimental products was given to the two of them to taste first, and Li Hua consulted very seriously: "How about saltiness?" ”

I have never enjoyed this kind of treatment in my own house, and I have always sent my maids and servants to each house for dinner.

Xiaobao is more accustomed to the treatment of tasting dishes, Mu Yang felt that it was too novel, shook his head and smacked his mouth: "Hmm...... Uh-huh, delicious! ”

Li Hua also put a piece in his mouth, which was okay, but he changed it to the Chai He iron pot, and his skills were not greatly affected.

Then remove from the pan and put on a plate, and cover.

The second pot, sweet and sour pork ribs, is more suitable for children's taste.

When Young Master Mu Yang was looking forward to the delicious childhood of the third pot, the stone came back with Mu Bing Muding, and returned with a full load, not only two hares, but also fish in half a bamboo basket.

All three of them had a little water on them, but the stone shoes were the driest, and the child protected the shoes more than himself, and was reluctant to get the only shoe a little dirty.

Don't guess, it must have been newly put on when I was close to home......

"Come into the stove and bake the fire, it's dry!"

Li Hua beckoned, and the taste that had been smoked by the aroma of pork ribs just now returned.

Wild rabbits are not rare now, and the fish is still alive, and it must be eaten!

Don't think about it, boiled fish fillets, peppercorns and peppers are put a lot, fresh and spicy......

"You're welcome, if you're hungry, eat it yourself, don't wait for me, I tried the food just now, I'm not hungry."

The lion's head was scratching the door in the house again, listening to the sound outside, he hadn't announced to the villagers that it was time for dinner!

Li Hua's house is a forbidden place, so she can only open the door by herself.

This reminded me of the things I had planned just now: "Mu Bing Muding, when you are full, you will ...... here Help me build a kennel for the lion's head. ”

After eating our food, you have to work for us, there is nothing wrong, and the instructions are quite natural.

"Okay!" The two agreed, and their hearts were still comfortable, and they had confidence in returning to the stove room to serve pork ribs.

Shi has been eating 100 family meals in the village for a long time, so he will naturally follow the villagers to help, but it is the first time to slaughter fish.

Watching Li Hua clean up the first one, he learned and grabbed a kitchen knife to scrape the fish scales.

"Why don't you eat with them first?" Li Hua asked.

Shi smiled shyly, with a little cunning in his shyness: "Senior brother ate a piece of pork ribs for me just now, I'm not hungry...... I'm going to wait for Master to eat together. ”

Li Hua: My two apprentices are not dead-eyed.

"Okay, let's eat boiled fish at the party, it's more fragrant than pork ribs, and then they'll ......"

The master and apprentice glanced at each other, and everything was silent.

The lion's head, who was eating ribs in the yard, shrugged his ears, as if he understood something.

"Silly dog, eat yours!" When Li Hua returned to the stove room, he stretched out his finger and poked the nose of the lion's head, and the stupid dog was dead, the taste of fish was definitely not as good as pork ribs!

The fish in the half-bamboo basket can't be eaten at once, and the few that are still alive are kept in the water, and the fish soup can be boiled for the children for dinner.

The stove room soon steamed spicy and fragrant, and several people crowded in front of the stove coughed so much that tears came out, but if they wanted to eat, they couldn't hold it in their stomachs.

Only the smiling and simple Liu Shishi and Li Hua prepared enough space to accept the arrival of boiled fish.

"I think...... I can also taste a piece......" Mu Ding said, holding his stomach.

Mu Bing could only wave his hand, learning from the pain, he thought that he should start building a kennel immediately, consume the oily pork ribs as soon as possible, and then wait for dinner to fight again.

Young Master Mu Yang glared angrily at the two coachmen, all of them were small tricks taught by them, after the ribs were gnawed, he broke the strange-shaped cakes into the sweet and sour sauce and mixed them to eat, didn't he just eat and eat too much?

Who is the coachman going to stare at? Stare at the lion's head, it taught it yesterday!

As for Xiaobao, you can know his eating habits by looking at his fat face and figure, and if he doesn't eat enough to support him, he should not be full.

What a painful realization this is, that pair of master and apprentice just want to stay in the stove room to enjoy the boiled fish, eat slowly......

The kennel will be set up very quickly. Xiaobao dragged Mu Yang to the yard to squat and walk, and spontaneously ......

After a while, a follow-up question was asked, "Master, have you eaten enough?" ”

"Brother Dei, will you tell the story of the golden hoop stick?"

For the sake of this story, he stayed in Liuwa Village and couldn't leave.

Li Hua didn't care about these, the taste of boiled fish far exceeded the previous deliciousness, and she was flushed with a layer of sweat all over her face, and she was addicted.

Pure wild river fish, caught under thin ice, have tenacious vitality, and naturally are not comparable to pond fish artificially fed with feed.

Satisfied with eating, the work of brushing pots and washing dishes was also taken by the three children to take the initiative to snatch over, although Mu Gou Shao also threw a stack of bowls on the ground with his hand, Li Hua was still very happy to decide, "Journey to the West" will be taught!

Who makes himself clever and wise, and the bowls that are shipped out of the supermarket are all made of wood!

I really didn't like reading books before, but I've watched TV series several times, and it's drizzling to tell a complete mythological story.

In the afternoon, the sun shines obliquely, there are fine dust flying in the sun, and the bright place in the west of the cowshed in the courtyard gate is a small stage for Master Li to sing and play.

Life needs a sense of ceremony, and the carved wooden chairs dragged out by the apprentices were seated for the master, and a wooden bowl was placed on the round dining table...... Hold water.

Little Maza, sit in rows, and the audience is also together.

The lion's head was confused, and the dog's head rested on its front paws and quieted down.

"Ahem...... It is said that one day when lightning flashed and thundered, a boulder by the sea suddenly cracked, and a stone monkey jumped out of the boulder......"

The previous part is more familiar, and Master Li is a little stumbling, so he adds his wit to make it up.

What is the meaning of "hating less when the book is used", at this time, I really understand.

She was not satisfied with what she said, but for those who heard this mythical story for the first time, she was already shocked, and her eyebrows fluttered when she heard it, and occasionally sighed and sighed with horror.

Even the lion's head shook his hair several times and took two steps towards the courtyard gate, then gave up and slowly paced back to his old posture.

Because the language is barren and the memory is not clear, the realm of irrigation cannot be reached at all, so the plot of the first serious storytelling is fast, and before I find the Bodhi ancestor to learn the ability, I went to the Dragon Palace to borrow the golden hoop stick......

Then, I was embarrassed by myself.

"The dragon king refuses to lend—smack," he slapped, "That's all for today, to find out what happened next, and to listen to the next breakdown." ”

The audience disagreed, and there was an uproar outside the courtyard gate.