The pot was too big, the water was not yet boiling, and the little hand touched it, and the water was warm and clean, just right.

Scooping some water into the bowl with a clean bowl, she touched the salt again, looked at the animal oil in the jar, and she hesitated.

Thinking about two breaths, she gritted her teeth and put a little bit, and began to stir again, Zhou's mother was stunned, the girl hadn't played enough?

How much salt did the girl put in just now? Be sure to make a note that you don't need to put salt when you fry leek eggs later.

Just in her cranky thoughts, Wan Chaoyun stirred it, but unfortunately there was no mesh sieve, and the egg whites could not be filtered to clump, but it didn't matter, it didn't affect the taste, and it didn't matter if the taste was poor.

After stirring, let it stand to eliminate the bubbles, Wan Chaoyun got up and stretched, and moved his five fingers again, and accidentally saw Zhou's mother's stunned expression.

"Mother Zhou, is the rice cooked?" She smiled a big, sweet smile.

When Zhou's mother heard this, she immediately remembered that she had just agreed to make rice and cheese...... "Slave maid, cook it immediately!" ”

At this time, the water in the cauldron began to boil, and Zhou's mother was embarrassed, "Girl, why don't you take a bath first?" ”

"Wait a minute."

There is no plastic wrap, but the bowl has a lid, the lid is washed and covered, Wan Chaoyun bowl is placed on the water in the pot, and two sticks of firewood are found to clamp the bowl and fix it.

"Girl, what are you going to do?" Mother Zhou felt that the girl was not messing around at the moment, which child was so methodical?

Wan Chaoyun raised his eyes, and a confused look appeared on his face, "I don't know, just do it." ”

Zhou's mother doesn't understand again, the six-year-old child is the time of the skin, the girl has just turned six years old this year, and the skin is not strange.

After cooking for almost thirteen minutes, Wan Chaoyun smiled sweetly at Mother Zhou, "Mother Zhou, take it off for me." ”

Mother Zhou seemed to smell the aroma, curious and suspicious, two pots and cloths in a pack, and quickly lifted the bowl out.

It's too hot, the lid can't be removed for the time being, but it's not in a hurry, the two of them didn't speak, they both stared at the bowl that exuded fragrance, about two minutes or so, Wan Chaoyun rubbed his hands and said, "Mother Zhou, help me take off the lid." ”

Zhou's mother had long wanted to take it off, so when she heard the words, she immediately hugged the handle with a cloth and uncovered it.

Suddenly, the aroma was fragrant, and it was appetizing, and Zhou's mother swept back and forth on the egg custard and Wan Chaoyun's face in shock, a six-year-old girl would make food? Can all the children of this class be like this? Think about what she was doing when she was six years old?

Oh, by the way, when she was six years old, she was helping her mother take care of her children, planting rice in the field and going up the mountain to hunt pigs.

"Thank you, Mother Zhou, you taught me." Wan Chaoyun's eyes narrowed with a smile.

Zhou's mother was confused, "Taught by slaves? ”

"No, just now when I saw Zhou's mother stirring rice and cheese like that, I thought, eggs are similar to cow's milk, they should be delicious...... Thank you, Mama Zhou. Wan Chaoyun is serious, and he said it as if it was true.

Zhou's mother immediately remembered that the child, the ability to imitate is strong, and smart children will draw inferences from each other, and the girl in their fifth room is the smartest of all the girls in the Wanjia, and she will definitely draw inferences.

In an instant, Zhou's mother smiled with honor, "Girl, try it?" ”

"Okay." Wan Chaoyun picked up the spoon to scoop it, and suddenly remembered something, frowned and said, "Mother Zhou put honey when she made rice crisp cheese just now, honey and salt can't be together, right?" ”

"I can't." Zhou's mother immediately shook her head.

"Let's put soy sauce then." Wan Chaoyun pointed to the soy sauce in surprise, but unfortunately there were no green onions, but it was harmless.

There are many kinds of egg custard, and she can only do this at present, I hope my father and mother like it, after putting the soy sauce, Wan Chaoyun prayed.

Carefully scooped a spoonful to eat, melted in the mouth, delicate and tender, not a failure, and scooped another spoonful to Zhou's mother.

Like last time, Zhou's mother's eyes lit up again, "Girl, it's so delicious, it turns out that eggs can still do this, and the slave maid thinks that scrambled eggs with leeks are already the best." ”

Wan Chaoyun smiled silently, as long as there are materials, you can still make better food, after all, in modern times, I have heard and seen the three-star Michelin father for more than 20 years, and then I wore it to Da Zhou, took care of Lin Jianshen alone, and tempered it for many years, although after becoming a concubine, I have never touched my cooking skills again, and I am a little rusty, but what can be engraved in my bones, how can it be so easy to forget?

Zhou's mother still wanted to taste two more bites, Wan Chaoyun had already taken out the poetry book from her arms, put a lid on the bowl, took two clean spoons, and went directly out of the kitchen door.

Coming out of the kitchen, instead of going to the warehouse, she went to the study, where she planned to wait for Wan Che.

In the study, there was still no one, put down the bowl, Wan Chaoyun sat down and lay on the bookcase, yawning again and again, and began to fall asleep.

Too young, easy to sleepy.

She was a lazy person, she could sleep without waking up, she found a comfortable position, and fell asleep after a while.

After handing over official duties in the Yamen, Wan Che returned to Wanfu to find a few books to take to the countryside, and when he was bored, he could take a look to pass the time.

When he came to the study, he saw his daughter falling asleep on her stomach at first sight, her handsome face ached, she was busy for so many days, she forgot to find her mother for her daughter, and now everyone in the house is busy, but no one takes care of her daughter, so she falls asleep in the study.

When he got closer, the book of poems suddenly appeared in front of him, and it seemed that the corners were a little wet, and he immediately picked it up, and the side covered with the bowl was really wet!

The handsome face changed again and again, and finally turned into a sigh, her daughter is not literate, and she doesn't know the preciousness of this poetry collection.

Putting away the poetry book, his eyes fell on the egg custard, the milky white thing, sprinkled with some light-colored soy sauce on it, and a fragrance came with the wind, making him have the urge to take a bite.

Thinking like this, he picked up the spoon on the side and scooped it into his mouth, the tender taste was mixed with a light fragrance, he was like Zhou's mother, his eyes lit up, and then the second spoon, the third spoon, the fourth spoon, the fifth spoon......

When he saw the bottom, he remembered that this thing might be made in the kitchen for his daughter to relieve boredom, and if it was broken, how could he eat his daughter's things......

At this time, Wan Chaoyun, who had been lying unwell for a long time, woke up, she looked up, and just in time to see her father's face was extremely exciting, enjoyment, regret, shame, all kinds of emotions appeared on his face, "Dad." She called out in a glutinous voice.

Wan Che was frightened, as if he had done something bad and was discovered, he hurriedly put down the bowl and spoon, and said with a straight face: "Why are you sleeping here?" What about Willow Eyebrows? ”

"Mother is taking inventory of the warehouse, Aunt Cuiluo has a big belly and is inconvenient, and her daughter asked Liu Mei to help, Dad, is it delicious?" She asked expectantly.

Wan Che's face turned red, he ate his daughter's things!

"It's delicious." The truth is still to be told.

"Hee-hee." Wan Chaoyun laughed happily, "That daughter is worth it even if she is tired and breaks her hand, but it's a pity that my mother has no luck." ”

What do you mean? The daughter personally made it for the two of them? In an instant, Wan Che's mood was clear, that bit of guilt disappeared, and his heart was full of happiness, "What did you do?" ”

"Hmm!" Wan Chaoyun is not afraid of being regarded as a monster, there are more prodigies, and those who are three years old can read and write poetry at the age of five are not even more monsters?

"It's delicious, Dad's Chaoyun is smart." Wan Che picked up his daughter and pinched her face, looking proud and complacent.

Wan Chaoyun deliberately waited here for a purpose, pretending to inadvertently glance at the poetry collection, she immediately pouted guiltily: "Dad, the book seems to be broken." ”