Chapter 124: Is This Cooking, or Fighting?

The corners of Helian Ting's mouth were slightly hooked, looking like he was watching a good show.

I can't make even the simplest noodles, I can buy a dish for an afternoon, but I want to see how to make these home-cooked dishes!

Yi Tilt did a morning of homework, first pick the vegetables, then wash them and set them aside for later use.

Helian Ting doesn't eat onions, ginger and garlic, but it saves trouble.

The chickens are freshly killed, and there is still residual warmth.

The menu states that the seafood must be fresh and live, open the bag and pour it into the basin, and the fish, shrimp and crab are alive.

Put the fish in the sink, bow your head, and the shrimp will be jumping everywhere.

I had to catch them one by one.

I finally picked up all the shrimp and put them in the pot, and the crabs crawled all over the ground again.

You can only chase and arrest it.

Catch this one, and that one crawls away again.

I had no choice but to bend over and scurry around the house.

Before the crab was finished, the fish jumped out of the sink again......

I was busy catching it, but my feet slipped and I hit my head on the corner of the table, making a "bang" sound.

Yi Tilt covered his forehead and wanted to cry.

It's much harder than going to a jewelry show and stealing something...... Who will save her......

I'm afraid I won't be able to do it overnight......

At the same time as Helian Ting's puzzle, the corner of his eye kept paying attention to Yi Tilt, watching her scurry around on the ground like a monkey, and the smile in her eyes continued to deepen.

Stupid!

The sound was too loud, startled Yinuo, and looked down at the source of the sound, but saw Mommy holding the table legs, constantly banging.

"Mommy, is Ni swollen?"

"It's okay, the fish jumped out." Yi Tilt pretended to be calm, grabbed the fish and got up, "You and Dad should go to the living room, someone is watching, Mommy is not playing well." ”

The "whoosh" fish slipped from his hand and jumped high on the ground.

It's easy to dump and depressed to death.

If you have to kill the fish alive, doesn't this toss people!

Helian Ting tried his best to resist the urge to burst into laughter and hugged Yinuo up, "We're here, Mommy can't play well, go watch TV first, otherwise, maybe dinner and supper together." ”

The little one was skeptical, thought for a moment, and obediently left the kitchen.

Helian Ting glanced at Yi Tilt, who was loveless, and closed the door by the way.

When the door closed, Yi Tian angrily raised the kitchen knife, and knocked the back of the knife on the head of the fish, and the bouncing fish stopped moving for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the shrimp and crabs were slapped to death one by one.

The father and son, who were standing behind the door, heard a series of crackling sounds in the kitchen, and looked at each other.

Is this cooking, or fighting?

"Daddy, Nire, aren't you going to help Mommy?" Helian Yinuo's little face was full of worry, because when Dad was cooking, he didn't make such a strange sound.

Helian Ting put his arm around Yinuo's shoulders and walked away, "Mommy is very confident in her cooking skills, she doesn't need Daddy's help, don't worry, just watch TV first and wait." ”

"Then, let's make a fruit platter for Mommy."

"Good!"

An hour later, the kitchen door opened, and Yi Tilt appeared in front of the father and son with a pot, "Open the meal!" ”

Helian Ting, who was teaching Helian Yinuo to carve apples, raised his head and looked at Yi Tilt in disbelief.

So fast?

These dishes, all made, take at least two hours.

"Wow, that's fast!" Helian Yinuo put down the fruit knife, "Wash your hands and eat." ”

Yi Tilt put the pot on the dining table, turned around and went into the kitchen again to bring out a large basin.

Then, serve a few plates and put three pairs of dishes and chopsticks.

Helian Ting pulled Helian Yinuo out of the bathroom, and in the living room, the fragrance of flowers was mixed with a very strange smell.

When I walked to the table, the corners of my mouth couldn't stop twitching.

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Chapter 124: Is This Cooking, or Fighting?