Put the minced meat, green onions, and ginger in a basin, add an appropriate amount of salt, and put an egg.

Find a fine white dough, sprinkle a handful, and stir vigorously.

Stir it well, and Chen Mengtian stopped.

She walked over to the stove and started to light a fire.

Once the fire is lit, pour water into a clean pot.

The sky had gradually darkened, and Chen Mengtian had also found out.

She lit the kitchen oil lamp.

The water in the pot was already boiling, Chen Mengtian walked to the board, brought the porcelain basin containing the stirred meat filling, and put it in front of the stove.

Grasp the minced meat in your hand and squeeze the small meatballs from the tiger's mouth.

The small meatballs are squeezed out one by one and put into the boiling water one by one

Not long after the meatballs were in the pot, white foam began to bubble out.

It's all the whites of eggs.

After putting all the meatballs into the pot, Chen Mengtian began to use a spoon to remove the white foam from the pot and pour it out.

Until the small meatballs with an attractive fragrance floated up one by one, Chen Mengtian poured a few drops of sesame oil and a little salt.

The tempting smell of meat on his face made Chen Mengtian swallow his saliva involuntarily.

Serve the meatball soup out of the porcelain bowl as before.

A large pot of meatball soup looks delicious.

Chen Mengtian took out two bowls, but she didn't serve meatball soup for the first time.

Instead, from the hidden pocket of his sleeve, he took out a small porcelain bottle containing spiritual liquid.

The cork is opened, and the sweet smell of the liquid rushes to the tip of the nose.

Chen Mengtian was about to close the bottle and poured a drop into the meatball soup.

Seeing that the second drop was about to come out, she quickly withdrew her hand, picked up the spoon and began to stir the meatball soup.

The smell of meat and the fragrance of spiritual liquid were mixed together, and there was a delicious smell that hit.

Chen Mengtian still didn't control it after all, she used a soup spoon to fill half a bowl and tasted it first.

A mouthful of broth is held in the mouth, and the rich soup spreads everywhere.

Fresh, fragrant, special taste.

You can even feel the faint sweetness of the spiritual liquid on the tip of your tongue.

Chen Mengtian drank half a bowl of meatball soup in a quick and elegant movement.

Immediately, she changed the bowl and filled a bowl full of broth, which contained several meatballs.

Grab the bowl in your hand and walk out of the kitchen.

It was already dark outside, but I could still see the courtyard clearly.

Chen Mengtian took the meatball soup in his hand and came to the living room.

The living room was dark, and all the furnishings were faintly outlined, not so that she stumbled and fell.

"Mengtian?"

As soon as she stepped in, she heard Chen Ping's voice.

Chen Mengtian didn't expect that Chen Ping had already woken up at this time.

Her kung fu of making meatball soup took less than half an hour.

Immediately, she responded, "It's me." ”

Chen Ping heard her response and didn't say anything more.

Chen Mengtian lit the oil lamp in the living room and walked to the wooden couch with the meatball soup in his hand.

Chen Ping had already sat up, leaning on the wooden couch, looking out of the dark window.

As Chen Mengtian approached, Chen Ping also smelled the tempting smell of meat in the air.

When he turned his head, he saw the bowl in Chen Mengtian's hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It smells so good."

For Chen Ping's sigh, Chen Mengtian showed a smile on his face.

"Uncle drink it while it's hot, I made the meatball soup myself."

She sent the bowl in her hand to Chen Ping's hand, with a smile in her words.

This is the first time that Chen Ping has eaten something cooked by Chen Mengtian.

There was relief in his eyes, "You've grown up." ”

Chen Mengtian couldn't cry or laugh a little, how to make a bowl of meatball soup, and he grew up.

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Midnight.