Chapter 175

Even though there are ten thousand people who are not willing to eat, they have to bow their heads under the eaves. Song Xi still pursed his lips and went to the food department honestly. He looked at the food one by one, and there was a blank in his mind about cooking.

Don't see don't know, a look startled, song Xiguang opened the bag to recognize dishes for ten minutes, George Sheng is sitting on the living room sofa watching TV, Yu Guang glimpsed Song Xi half body from the kitchen, probe asked: "I do four dishes?"

George Sheng didn't pick his eyelids. He said quietly, "at least ten dishes. I'll make them by myself."

Ten dishes! Why don't you ask her to go out and perform a tree climbing for him?

Song Xi almost ran away in an instant. However, Georges Sheng suddenly raised his head and said softly, "your two cats are not so annoying. I'll keep them outside at ordinary times."

Song Xi smell speech, just top up of the fire immediately dissipated, pink lips open, calmly said: "I try to do well, but my ability is limited, do not do well, you bear more."

"Well."

Song Xi turns back to the kitchen and feels more and more strange today. Is he in a good mood or not?

I don't know what he thinks in his heart. Anyway, he is good for seven up and coke. She has to give him face. Just do it. Anyway, whether he can eat it or not is another matter.

She tied up her apron and rolled up her sleeves. Song Xi was ready for a big fight. However, before she could maintain this mood for three minutes, she met with obstacles - she found that the fish was packed in water bags and alive.

Song Xi picked up the bag, which was as long as a small arm. It also shook her head and tail, which made her shiver and fill the sink, tear the bag open and put the fish in.

Fish, can be braised, steamed, sweet and sour, fried... She will not.

Song Xi while pondering, while boiling a pot of water, she is not sure what the pot of water to do, anyway, can not idle.

During this period, she washed all the vegetables and packed them in baskets. At first glance, they are classified into different categories, which may be a common problem of doctors. She especially likes to classify things.

Standing aside and pondering for a long time, Song Xi clapped her hands gently. When she got it, she made a cold cucumber first. She saw Han Chunmeng made it. It was very simple. There was no need for a pot; There are also persimmons on one side, which can be mixed with cold persimmons; There are also okra, cold okra... Swept around, she thought about what else can be cold.

George Sheng is in the living room. He looks at all the things on the TV. Not far away, seven are sharing the happiness of crossing race with coke and seven up. He hears the sound of shooting things from the kitchen. He doesn't know what she's shooting. He has been shooting for more than ten minutes.

He had seen her cooking, which was worthy of dark cooking. He didn't need to eat it. He would have nausea for three days at a glance.

At the thought of her scratching her ears in the kitchen at the moment, he had a mischievous look at the bottom of his eyes. Good men don't fight with women. He can't punish her openly, but it's too simple to make her feel bad.

In the kitchen, after tossing about for a long time, Song Xi looks at the four dishes on the table and shows a satisfied smile. There is nothing difficult in the world, just for fear of those who want to do it.

Thinking, she accidentally turned her head and saw a big carp swimming in the sink.

Song Xi is in trouble. He secretly says that the fish can't be put into the pot directly. Do you want to scrape the scales and cut the belly?

Song Xi rolled up her sleeve and went to the sink. As an out of heart doctor, she was not afraid of blood. She was not afraid of cutting people, let alone a fish.

To cheer himself up, Song Xi thought about it. He fished out the fish first and thirsted it to death. When it died, it was easy to do.

When Song Xi reaches into the water with both hands, he clasps both sides of the carp's stomach and lifts it up. The whole process is surprisingly smooth, but Song Xi doesn't expect that the fish is like a living donkey. It's honest in the water, but as soon as it comes out of the water, it shows its true shape and makes money out like crazy.

Song Xi's wrist was slapped by the fish's tail, and her face was splashed with water. She turned her head and could feel the weakness of the fish slipping away from her palm.

In the end, a real-life carp leaps to the dragon's gate. Song Xi watches it leap up, then bends a parabola in the air, and finally jumps into a pot of boiling water without a cover.

Mei Mou yuan stares. It's too late for her to save it. The lively carp tosses in the pot for several times, and the splashed water bursts into Song Xi's arm, which is hot and frightening. She shouts out and steps back quickly.

George Sheng heard Song Xi's cry in the living room. He shook his mind a little. Almost immediately, he lifted his legs and went to the kitchen.

The room is very big. It takes forty or fifty steps to walk between them. But in the blink of an eye, Georges Sheng appears at the kitchen door. Looking inside, he sees Song Xi standing next to the refrigerator, his facial features frowning, his hands rubbing his arms.

Following her line of sight to the right... George Sheng swears that he saw "boiled fish" for the first time in his life.

Steaming with heat in the pot, a dying fish, desperately churning, but ultimately inevitable fate of being cooked alive.

In just a few seconds, the fish stopped, and the kitchen was quiet. Georges Sheng looked at Song Xi and opened his thin lips. His voice could not tell whether he was happy or angry. After listening carefully, he could only wonder, "what are you doing?"

Song Xi Wen's reputation is heading to the door. She doesn't know when Georges Sheng came. Her face is still in a panic. After a few seconds, she whispers back: "it jumped in by itself."

George Sheng's face is expressionless, and song Xisheng is afraid that he won't believe it. He explains in detail how fish kill themselves.

With that, she was quick and eager to learn, so she put forward a small suggestion, "how about making fish soup? No fish, no soup. "

In a flash, Georges Sheng had a kind of illusion, Song Xi also saw it, and quickly added: "or I'll take it out."

Then she stepped to the edge of the pot.

George Sheng stood in the same place, did not move, only asked in a deep voice: "if I did not come, would you put seasoning directly into the pot?"

Song Xi turned off the fire and looked down slightly. His ears were red and he said against his heart, "No

In fact, she will. Why not? Anyway, she didn't eat what she made.

As he spoke, George Sheng Yu Guang glanced at the four plates on the table, which were in turn: cold cucumber, cold persimmon, cold okra and cold tofu.

He finally knew what she had just been shooting here for a long time, and she was burning a newspaper.

Face a pull, George Sheng said in a deep voice: "twelve o'clock on time, ten dishes, you do."

Then he turned around and left.

Song Xi fished out the whole cooked fish with a leaky spoon and held his mouth, not to mention the grievances at the bottom of his heart.

Why is it so hard to kill her? The fish's eyes were open, and he just couldn't close his eyes. Song Xi was angry when he saw it. Now he couldn't open it.