Afterwards, Lin Bai came to the kitchen, opened the novice skills given by the system, and began to make scallion pancakes.

Add firewood, light the fire, heat the pan...

Another spoonful of water ....

A handful of chopped green onions, finely chopped...

A small bowl of salt...

And these raw materials are skillfully blended together.

.....

Although none of these materials have a clear identification of the amount of ingredients, with the blessing of the legendary-level scallion pancake skill, as long as Lin Bai touches the amount of raw materials he needs, he can subconsciously react to how much he should take, and know what he should do next.

It can be said that at this time, he is already proficient in the amount of these materials and the technology of making scallion pancakes.

This kind of improvisation technique must be the experience accumulated over many years, but it is not comparable to a recipe cheats, this must be a real master, can master the experience!

At this moment, he is absolutely confident that he will definitely be able to make the most delicious scallion pancake in the world.

His eyes are also full of hope, and with this scallion pancake, it shouldn't be too difficult to collect a little popularity value.

"One more spoonful of oil..."

Lin Bai picked up the spoon, directly brought a spoonful of oil, and poured it into the hot iron pot.

Pan Jinlian, who was sitting in the distance, was a little stunned when she saw this scene.

In these years, oil is a rare item, and I am reluctant to add it to cooking on weekdays, and only during the New Year's holidays I am willing to add a little treasure to the dish.

Seeing Wu Dalang pour so much at one time, Pan Jinlian stepped forward with great heartache:

"Da Lang, don't~"

Wu Dalang's hands trembled, but he continued to pour:

"I'm going to make scallion pancakes today."

Pan Jinlian: "Scallion pancakes? I've heard of cooking cakes, I've heard of sesame cakes, but I've never heard of scallion pancakes, what are scallion pancakes? ”

Wu Dalang: "This is something that only existed in the Ming Dynasty, you don't know normal." ”

Pan Jinlian: "Ming Dynasty? I've heard of stir-frying, I've heard of stir-frying, what is stir-frying? ”

Hearing Pan Jinlian's words, Wu Dalang smiled.

"I can't tell you for a while, so don't ask."

He concentrated on igniting the fire, adding firewood, and following the prompts of the system, he began to operate.

Pan Jinlian on the side was confused when she saw Wu Dalang's appearance, and at the same time she was a little worried.

Could it be that I said too much yesterday and last night? Hit his self-esteem and made Da Lang nervous?

Oh, Pan Jinlian, Pan Jinlian, you are really a shameless slut!

That kind of thing for men and women, if you can't do it, you can't do it, why do you want to do it so much!

Pan Jinlian felt a pang of chagrin in her heart, even she didn't know why, since the first menstrual experience, her body always had strange feelings in some late nights.

She longs to be cared for, to be cared for, and to be able to gently touch every inch of her body with her fingers.

It's just this desire that makes Pan Jinlian's heart extremely entangled.

Why do you have this idea? Why do you panic when Da Lang can't do it? Or even angry with Da Lang? Are you really a slut?

Pan Jinlian glanced at Wu Dalang, who was concentrating on making cakes, and returned to the room in frustration.

In the room, Pan Jinlian sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at her appearance in the bronze mirror with teary eyes.

The face is as flawless as a shelled egg, the high nose bridge, and the pitiful and seductive eyes that are watery, and the body that is only in its early twenties, but it is extremely mature and plump....

There is no doubt that this is definitely a beautiful and youthful body, and full of vitality.

But at this moment, this beauty did not make Pan Jinlian feel happy.

The more beautiful her face and body were, the more painful her mood became.

This great pain may be due to the fact that such a beautiful life as a flower has to wither and wither in this despair?

She doesn't mind marrying Wu Dalang, the laughing stock of outsiders, and she doesn't mind Wu Dalang's short figure and ugly appearance.

However, if Wu Dalang didn't even have the most basic man's characteristics, wouldn't he have become a widowed woman?

Every time she woke up late at night and heard the long sound of the bride next door, she felt hot and itchy, but unfortunately Wu Dalang on the side couldn't help herself.

"Do you really want to spend this life like this?"

Pan Jinlian looked at her beautiful self in the bronze mirror and gently stroked her cheek with her hand.

Then it runs down the cheek and continues to stroke downward.

How she longed for a man who could appear at this time and conquer himself fiercely....

It's a pity that Wu Dalang can't do it.

If only there was any miracle medicine, it would be nice to cure Dalang.

If Da Lang were a strong man, how happy he would be~

Pan Jinlian closed her eyes and began to fantasize, subconsciously biting her lip.

I don't know how long it took.

She suddenly smelled an incomparably enticing scent, and this fragrance interrupted her thoughts.

"Huh? What does it taste like? ”

Confused, she put on her pants and pushed the door open.

The moment you open the door, the fragrance is strong!

Pan Jinlian's eyes widened in confusion.

This fragrance is amazing!