Chapter 288

How bad is Xiaoqian cooking?

This topic, her family are not willing to mention.

When she was a child, her family was not rich, and she was also a sister. Jia Xiufang was busy doing business. Chen Lin went to play cards, and Jia Xiufang trained her to play for herself. Generally speaking, it is normal for the eldest daughter of a small business family to cook some simple noodles at the age of 10.

When Xiaoqian was 12, Jia Xiufang asked her to try to make scrambled eggs.

The pan is burnt.

Stir up a mass of black stuff.

For Chen Zilong, Chen Zilong, who is still a little boy, is scared to cry.

To the neighbor's dog to eat, the dog did not return to the tail of the run, and finally no way, all fell.

I don't know how she is so talented. The simplest scrambled egg can be made like that. The pot is black. Jia Xiufang rubbed the steel ball for half an hour, and finally got it out.

Later, she didn't give up and taught her hand in hand. As a result, the girl didn't know what was going on. She was asked to do something else and learn everything quickly. That's it. She didn't know how to do it.

Xiaoqian later thought that she might have some talent in dark cuisine. In terms of cooking, people have natural factors. Some people can eat whatever they like, but she can't do her best.

For some time, while Jia Xiufang didn't pay attention, she also tried to steal. Qian always wanted to be the first girl in everything since she was a child.

As a result, she tried many times, but the result was the same. Before she dared to let Jia Xiufang see her failed product, she secretly buried it under the tree in the yard - the one where flowers were planted in her yard. Before that, there was a persimmon tree. As a result, Xiaoqian buried several failed products under the tree, and the tree withered the next year.

Chen Lin and Jia Xiufang couldn't figure it out. They had it when they built a house. They had been grafted for two years. They were about to bear fruit and died for no reason.

Xiaoqian pretended to be nothing, went back to check the book, and finally came to the conclusion that there was something harmful in her cooking, so she killed the tree.

Since then, she has seldom cooked, and probably knows that her own cooking is easy to kill.

In her previous life, she raised her daughter Xiao Wei. She also wanted to learn from other people's mothers. When she had nothing to do, she would give her children some food. She was busy at ordinary times. She managed to spare some time and made fried rice with eggs. Xiao Wei even threw up for several days.

Since then, the mother and daughter have been serving nutritious meals.

Probably because she was so frustrated, she forced her daughter to be able to cook instant noodles on a stool at the age of 5, cut potatoes and stir fry them with a cooking machine at the age of 6, make Coke chicken wings at the age of 8 and decathlon at the age of 10.

Thinking of her daughter, Xiaoqian's heart softened and her thoughts drifted to a long time ago.

Yu Qingming sees Xiaoqian wearing an apron and a scarf of Jia Xiufang on her head. She doesn't have a range hood in her home. She's afraid she'll smoke her hair after taking a bath.

It looks very virtuous, but looking at her gesture with a knife, Yu Ming is very nervous.

It doesn't look like you can cook!

What's more, what's the situation of this blurred look?

Xiaoqian is looking back on her past life. Yu Mingming sees her holding a knife for a long time and finally can't help pushing her.

"Oh, here we go." Xiaoqian back to God, holding a knife is a click, in the heart of the bright with a flicker.

I saw that poor potato Jun was beheaded from one third of the place, and it was divided into two parts, one was huge, and the other was very small. Then Xiaoqian made another sharp cut, and came from the middle again.

Four potato chips of different sizes are neatly arranged on the vegetable board. After Yu Mingming's visual inspection, the size difference is too big. His Qianbao can even calculate the wind speed and the ignition point of the fire. How can a potato be cut like this?

Look at her a very determined look, Yu Ming Ming did not dare to take a knife to come over and cut the big pieces small, for fear of hurting her self-esteem, can only bear to see her harm one potato and another.

I can't see it any more, so I asked cautiously.

"Qianbao, if you chop like this, the power of the knife will make the food roll. The cut is uneven. Hold it with your hand."

"No, if I hold it, I'll cut my hand. I've tried it several times." Xiaoqian said seriously, in order to prove that what she said is true, she nodded seriously.

Yu Guangming swallows. Well, it's better to be different in size than to be bloody.

Xiaoqian cut the radish in the same way.

She's going to make a potato stewed turnip.

The big white radish is bigger than a potato.

"Isn't it easy for you to be familiar with Qianbao?" Yu Mingming didn't want to say that his girlfriend worked so hard to cook for him. He should keep silent and eat happily. He just couldn't help seeing this bold and unconstrained way of cutting vegetables.

Xiaoqian said in a very professional tone.

"I have studied that white radish is easier to ripen than potato, so I have to cut the radish into large pieces, so that the two dishes can mature at the same time and maintain the nutritional composition of the food - but I don't know why, my heart is always raw when I bite the potato I make."

Yu Qingming looks at the things she cut. The big ones are as big as the baby's small fist, and the small ones are smaller than the fingernails. He cuts them so hard that he doesn't know if he has cut in the wood chips of the vegetable board

No wonder it's not born!

But at this time, Yu Ming Ming is still thinking naively that Dao Gong almost doesn't matter. When he's done well, he takes a few bites and comforts Xiaomei not to pay too much attention to it. But obviously, Yu Xiaoqiang is still too naive

After Jia Xiufang came back from shopping, before she entered the hospital, she smelled a smell of paste. As soon as she stepped into the hospital, she saw Yu Qingming push the door open, and a stream of black smoke spread from the house

Xiaoqian came out, covered her nose with a headscarf and breathed the fresh air.

Yu Mingliang wiped the sweat on his forehead in horror.

The situation just now is really breathtaking.

He didn't die when he was on duty. He was almost choked to death by his girlfriend cooking. This is also black history!

"What are you doing at home! What about burning the house? "

Jia Xiufang pushes away the two goods. As soon as she enters the room, her brain will buzz.

Her stove, her pot, her kitchen!

I saw the honeycomb briquette stove used for cooking at home, emitting bursts of bad smell, but also emitting black smoke, a wall is black ah! A pile of vegetables were thrown aside in a mess, and there was something on the stove that I didn't know whether it was oil or water, which made me choke.

Are these two guys going to burn the house together while there is no one at home?

Jia Xiufang pointed to the poor stove and said nothing.

Xiaoqian's autonomy is wrong, and she lowers her head to look for face.

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