Chapter 212: The big guy is jealous
Zhou Linshen opened his mouth to pick up people, and Wang Ying and Zhou Xiaoling must be embarrassed to stay any longer.
Before leaving, he kept telling Zhou Linshen not to forget to go over early tomorrow morning.
Tao Jingjing watched Zhou Linshen go directly to the kitchen to prepare for cooking without waiting for the two of them to walk out of the door, which was really admirable. He followed in with a smile: "Why don't you keep them to eat?" Anyway, you ate his meal when you were a child. ”
"I didn't eat his family's food in vain, and the money and effort were enough to offset it."
Zhou Linshen said as he went to squat in front of the stove to make a neat fire, and then washed his hands and prepared to fry the chicken.
Tao Jingjing hurriedly went over to help light the fire, and didn't forget to put gold on his face: "Although I don't know how to cook, I still burn the fire very well." "Sitting on the small bench and happily adding firewood to the stove.
Zhou Lin looked at Tao Jingjing deeply, poured oil, fried sugar, and stir-fried chicken nuggets.
The movements are skillful and neat, and he doesn't look like a vegetarian at all.
After a while, the aroma filled the entire small kitchen, and Li Li kept praising on the side: "It's so fragrant, this color is better than what I made." ”
Tao Jingjing smelled the aroma of chicken, and his stomach began to grumble and he began to be hungry, so he thought that he hadn't eaten in the morning!
Swallowing her saliva, she was a little carried away for a while, and enthusiastically shared her experience of burning a fire with Zhou Linshen: "At that time, I stuffed all the firewood into the stove, and I knew that the fire that had just been lit was extinguished again. Then a puff of smoke came out, almost choking me to death. What's even more infuriating is that I can't cook anything but porridge. Thanks to the cuckoo coming over to help me, I was able to eat the stir-fry. ”
Originally, I just wanted to remember the bittersweet feelings, but I didn't think that after Zhou Lin heard it, he felt suffocated and uncomfortable.
Tao Jingjing, who didn't know anything, groped for a fire to cook in this kitchen with nothing, holding a white porridge bowl and drinking porridge with a dark face, his heart was like being pinched by a big hand, and it hurt and hurt.
It's all to blame for not doing a good job.
After Tao Jingjing finished speaking, he patted the ash on his hand and stood up, looking at the chicken nuggets stewed in the pot, his eyes lit up: "The chicken liver is cooked, right?" ”
Zhou Lin had a gloomy face, and handed the chicken liver to Tao Jingjing in a small bowl with chopsticks and put it aside.
Tao Jingjing found out that Zhou Linshen's face was not very good-looking, what happened to this man? I wasn't okay just now, how could I change my face faster than her. Thinking about taking the bowl, he brought it aside for Li Li to eat: "Mom, taste it, see if it's delicious." ”
Li Li took a pair of chopsticks, put a piece of it to his mouth, blew it, and handed it to Tao Jingjing's mouth: "Jingjing eats." ”
Tao Jingjing was not polite, opened his mouth and chewed a few times, the chicken liver was delicately soaked in the richness of the soup, and the aftertaste was endless in his mouth! Squinted at Li Li and smiled: "It's delicious, Mom, you can taste it too." ”
Li Li picked up the remaining piece and ate it, and nodded happily.
Tao Jingjing rubbed to the edge of the pot again, and couldn't help but sigh: "Your craftsmanship is really good, it's better than what Lai Si made." ”
Zhou Linshen's originally gloomy face suddenly darkened a little: "Have you ever eaten the food cooked by Lai Si?" ”
Tao Jingjing nodded: "Of course, I won't kill chickens and pluck chicken feathers, let alone stew chicken." So I grabbed Lai Si and cooked for me. ”
Zhou Linshen's whole heart was like soaking in a sea of vinegar, sour and astringent, spreading all the way to his mouth, feeling that his entire mouth was sour. When he spoke again, his words were a little sour: "How many times has Lai Si picked water for you?" ”
He's going to pick more times!