What made Su Wu relieved was that Su Zhen did not steal melon seeds, although he was very greedy, but he knew that everyone ate the same amount, and this melon seed kernel was the result of his mother and sister peeling it for a long time, and Brother Feng ...... Although he hated Brother Feng, Brother Feng did the most today.

This melon seed kernel, he can't eat it secretly, otherwise, he and Su Hang and Su Mei will become the same bad guys, so he doesn't want to be a person like Su Hang and Su Mei, it's too disgusting.

Su Wu didn't have the slightest interest in the next work of killing chickens, and when she left the kitchen and went out, she happened to see Feng Jing cutting open the belly of the chicken and pulling out the contents inside.

She glanced at Ah Xiu, but fortunately, her mother was holding Wan'er and eating melon seeds one by one, but she didn't look at the killing of chickens here.

Su Wan walked over, pulled Ah Xiu and said, "Mother, let's go into the house, it's getting dark, be careful that Sister Wan'er is blowing the wind and catching a cold." ”

Ah Xiu obediently hugged Wan'er and followed Su Wu into the house.

Su Wu took out a rattle and handed it to the two of them to play, which was quite to pass the time.

It didn't take long for the sound of stir-frying from the kitchen, and soon the smell of fried chicken spread to the hall with the wind.

Ah Xiu couldn't sit still, sniffed his nose and said, "It's so fragrant." ”

Su Wan was like a repeater, "It's so fragrant." ”

Su Wu is not interested in cooking, but at the moment she also has the idea of going to the kitchen to have a look, so she is not greedy, she ...... She just wanted to see if Feng Jing's stir-fry was like the motherland on the tip of her tongue.

"Mother, let's go to the kitchen to wash our hands, and we'll eat in a while."

As soon as she pulled Ah Xiu, Ah Xiu was very happy, and ran to the kitchen with her.

Feng Jing's first stir-fry was a bit of a rush at first, but especially when he poured the slaughtered chicken into the pot, the oil in the pot crackled and exploded because of the dripping water.

When I watched the chef of Gu Mansion stir-fry before, I didn't think it was anything powerful, but now that I am on the field, Feng Jing knows that it is powerful, although the dodging posture is a little indecent, and the dodge is relatively fast, but the back of his hand is still splashed with oil.

The man who has been on the battlefield is terrible and painful, but he feels that stir-frying is not the same as being injured on the battlefield, stir-frying really doesn't know when it will explode, and the oil splashes everywhere, like exploding fireworks, all flew to the back of his hands and face, and after hiding a few times, Feng Jing got used to it.

Stir-frying a vegetable made Feng Jing nervous more than killing, and when he was getting better, the chicken had begun to tighten and dry, and the water in the pot was almost dry, he sprinkled a few peppercorns, dried peppers, and garlic cloves.

Stir-fry it twice, and before the peppercorns and dried chili peppers turned black, he scooped up two spoonfuls of the bean paste that the girl specially bought in the county and put them in.

Suddenly, there was a taste inside.

It's the taste of the chef when he cooks, Feng Jing swallowed his saliva.

After the bean paste was also fried to yellow, he added the tender ginger shreds, fried it twice, and then poured in some rice wine and soy sauce according to the chef's steps.

After the water in the pot was dried up again, Feng Jing poured in a small handful of chopped plum vegetables, and kept stir-frying, until the water in the pot was gone again, and when only the oil was left, he put in the chopped green pepper segments.

As soon as the green pepper is put down, the kitchen that was originally filled with the smell of bean paste, tender ginger, and Sichuan pepper finally has a fresh taste, which makes this pot of fried chicken not so greasy.

Feng Jing was more cautious when putting salt, he remembered that the chef said that the watercress and soy sauce were already very salty, and when you put the salt at the end, you must taste the taste first, otherwise if you put too much salt, you will ruin a pot of dishes.

He took a small lump of chicken and was about to taste it, when Su Wan's voice came from behind, "Let me come!" ”

Feng Jing turned around and found a family of four standing neatly next to him, and even Su Zhen, who was burning the fire, didn't know how to stand over, looking at the chicken he was holding with chopsticks without blinking.

Feng Jing had no choice but to hand the chopsticks to Su Wan.

Su Wu didn't want to hold chopsticks at all, so she opened her mouth and put the chicken on the chopsticks in her mouth.

This wild girl is really casual.

Su Wu chewed, the chicken in her mouth was chewy and chewy, not soft at all, and the flavor of the seasonings put in was fully immersed in the chicken, which was very fragrant!

If you want to say anything, it must not be as good as the level of a chef in a five-star hotel, but it can catch up with the taste of a big pot dish and a small fried chicken made by the school chef.

If Feng Jing practices more, he will definitely be able to catch up with the level of the fried master who orders alone on the second floor of the school in the future.

Su Wan gave a thumbs up, "It's okay, just put a throw of salt and then mention it." ”

Chef Feng, who stir-fried for the first time, knew how much Su Wu had lost, or if she tasted the chicken with chopsticks, she knew it in her heart.

Su Wan and him tasted it, and the sound of three gurgling belly drums sounded in the kitchen.

When he turned around, three pairs of pitiful eyes looked at him.

This, in the end, is still his current main family, a family of children, he can't be too strict with them.

Feng Jing put salt and stir-fried, then he took a chopstick chicken and put it in a bowl and handed it to them.

Su Wu scratched her head, what a loss, she tasted the small fried chicken without salt, and the taste was definitely not as good as the salted one.

However, if she eats again, before the meal is started for a while, I am afraid that the chicken in this pot will have to be eaten one by one.

She is an adult and cannot be willful.

Holding her stomach, Su Wu saw that the retort that had been put aside, she better help a little, so that she could eat early.

She stepped forward and walked out of the kitchen with the retort in her arms, and after putting the retort on the small table she had just moved back, Su Wu went back to the kitchen and took the dishes and chopsticks back and put them one by one.

As soon as the dishes and chopsticks were placed, I saw Feng Jing carrying a plate of small fried chicken, followed by three drooling little tails and returning to the kitchen.

Feng Jing couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, when he went out before, he was followed by a large number of fans, each with his own needs for money and power.

Now he was followed by his little tail, just because of a dish.

Well, in fact, this is not bad, isn't this how a simple life is, and which family can have such treatment as him? The whole master of the family ran away with his dishes?

Su Wan resisted the urge to cover her forehead, and said to Feng Jing, "Is the chicken soup ready?" ”

Feng Jing put a large pot of small fried chicken on the table of the Eight Immortals, "Boil it in the soup pot, it should be fine, I'll fry another green vegetable, and bring it over in a pot." ”

"Okay, then you can go and get busy."

Su Wu took out the stool, let Ah Xiu, who was holding the child, sit on the main seat, took the bowl and opened the lid of the retort and began to scoop the rice, and said to Su Zhen, "Zhen'er, Brother Feng still wants to stir-fry, you go over to help burn firewood." ”

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