After all, the food in front of her was really dark, but her father seemed to eat very well and didn't change his face.
Xue Xueer took over the chopsticks and poked a chopstick into the three silk fried meat. It was black and hung on her chopsticks. It was really not beautiful.
But she already has an appetite when it smells delicious.
She is a postmodern person. She can start smelling delicious food such as stinky tofu snail powder, not to mention a dish made by Qin Minli?
Under the gaze of the crowd, Xue Xueer stuffed three shreds of fried meat from a chopstick into her mouth.
That is, at that moment, he made an exclamatory voice: "well...! this dish made by Aunt Minli, eat well!"
So happy!
Sure enough, it's a very special dish. It's not beautiful, but it tastes good!
The taste of Sansi has a very good fragrance effect, and although the fungus silk can't see what it is, it's still crisp.
Xue Xueer's face is full of questions. How did Qin Minli do it and fry these things so that she can't see their original appearance?
But it tastes so good.
It's a unique skill!
At this time, the people around the table were not calm. They wanted to try this black dish one after another, but old lady Xue stopped them.
"This guest's family hasn't served yet. You can eat one mouthful by yourself. There's no dishes later!"
Mrs. Xue believes it. As long as her little Xueer says it's delicious, it's definitely delicious!
The brothers of the Xue family put down their chopsticks with embarrassment.
It's really not polite.
"Well, mom, let's go to the backyard and help chop firewood." Xue Laowu smiled foolishly twice and hurriedly dragged Xue Laosan past.
The meal is not ready yet. It's annoying to stand here!
Mrs. Xue didn't say any more. She took Xue Xueer to the kitchen to see if they needed any help.
Xue Xueer's eyes turned everywhere. It seemed that they had cleaned up the stove and added some new tableware.
These tableware look very old-fashioned, but in terms of workmanship, they are really much more sincere than those in the future.
Mrs. Xue is very particular about the new year's weather.
"Are you busy? Why don't I burn a stove for you!" Mrs. Xue said.
It's boring to stand outside. It's even less fun when several sons go to the yard to chop firewood.
"Mom, we'll just come here. You'll have a rest first!" Chen Honglian quickly refused.
They have several daughters-in-law here. Let the old man count.
Mrs. Xue kept nodding. Her daughters-in-law are all good! The most regrettable thing is that the fourth is gone. If the fourth is here
That must be a cultural man, right? Maybe his daughter-in-law must be a cultural man.
Mrs. Xue sighed just because she thought so.
Xue Xueer also noticed that when she sat down, old lady Xue's mood suddenly dropped.
She quickly took old lady Rachel's hand: "milk ~ how can you sigh? When xiaoxueer learns to cook, xiaoxueer will cook for milk ~"
Xue Xueer really thinks so. If it weren't for her age, she would like to make something to eat now.
Let's wait until we go to school. No matter what we do, there will be a school as a shield, won't there?
Mrs. Xue's sad mood, which had just been brewing, suddenly disappeared and couldn't help laughing.
"Well, what does Xiao Xueer want to do for the milk?"
Mrs. Xue is curious. She hasn't let xiaoxueer touch the pots and pans since she was young. How could she think of cooking for herself?
Moreover, her baby little Xueer, I'm afraid she can't even recognize all the dishes?
But it's rare for her to have such a heart. Of course, she is very happy as a grandmother.
Xue Xueer thought hard: "well... Xiao Xueer also wants to make a lot of delicious food for milk and learn from her uncle!"