She squatted in front of Jun Moyan as well-behaved as a housebird, and her voice wilted: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?" ”

I thought that it would be more comfortable to use tactics to avoid the uncle so as to achieve my own goals.

Who knew that she didn't feel good when she tortured her uncle.

"Go eat." Jun Moyan lifted his eyelids unbearably.

"Rice? What rice? Mian Gua asked suspiciously.

Jun Moyan's lips were pale, and he said lightly in a hoarse voice: "Pork ribs, don't you want to eat them?" It's done. ”

"......" small noodles melon nose sour.

She deliberately said that in the morning to embarrass her uncle.

Uncle really went to his heart.

dragged his sick body to cook for himself.

Dou Da's tears were in his eyes.

She didn't want to shed tears in front of her uncle.

He turned and ran.

When I ran to the kitchen, I saw that there was a small casserole simmering on the small red clay stove.

The smell of pork ribs wafted out.

The small noodle melon is dripping with tears while nibbling on the ribs.

Before I knew it, I devoured all the ribs.

"Woo...... Oops, I cried so much that I forgot to leave food for my uncle. The melon stared at the smooth ribs and sniffed embarrassedly.

Uncle cooked for me when he was sick, and he must have not eaten.

Well, why don't you cook some food for your uncle.

Although her skills are average, it is still a breeze to cook two bowls of noodles.

She rolled up her sleeves and said just do it.

The water is boiling over.

She's busy chopping vegetables over there.

"Oooh oh noodles." The small noodles rolled out are not called noodles, but called dough.

"Grab a handful of greens, a handful of shallots, well, and carrots, nutritious, healthy and delicious." Noodles are still very satisfied with their cooking skills.

The most important thing is that she cooked two portions of noodles.

Of course, that can't be your own.

After they moved in, a little milk dog stayed at their house all the time.

She thought, the dog can eat noodles too, so let's just cook a portion for the dog.

It's all a pot anyway.

After taking two identical bowls and serving the noodles, she walked out with the two bowls of noodles: "Scalding." ”

She hurriedly put the noodles on the low stool beside her, and turned to wrap her hands in a handkerchief before serving the bowl.

After a while, well, the dog, attracted by the scent, whimpered at the noodles.

"Eh, don't eat it." Dough melon block.

The dog jumps to the other side.

"Oh, look at your gluttony, what can I do if I give you something to eat, one of these two bowls is yours." I took a bowl of noodles and put it aside, and patted the dog's little head: "Eat it." ”

The dog ate it fragrantly.

Wang, this new bowl looks even better.

The noodle melon went up to the attic happily with the noodles.

Jun Moyan had already sat up.

His face was dark: "What are you doing?" ”

Mian Gua stuffed the noodles into his hand: "Uncle, I'll cook for you." ”

"It's ...... What did you do? "Are you sure it's done? Not fished out of a bucket of swill?

"Yes, uncle, isn't it a surprise and a surprise? I didn't think I still had cooking skills. "Xiao Mian Gua is quite confident in himself.

The corners of Jun Moyan's lips twitched, and she couldn't bear to be kind to her bright eyes.

And her eyes are red like a rabbit, well, she must have cried, she was moved by herself.

Strike while the iron is hot, and you can't let the noodles disappoint you.

He said something he did well, and then picked up his chopsticks......