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The two little fellows that surrounded Nanfeng Haozhe were actually extremely happy.

"Mom, let me cook."

"Mom, Ji Cheng's mom has sent a lot of fish. Tonight, I want to fry some crucian carp for you guys. Mom, I'll light a fire for you. Can you teach me how to make it? "

However, he could not cook Chinese food.

As Nanfeng Haozhe spoke, he took the initiative to go to the stove to start a fire.

However, Nanfeng Haozhe didn't know how to burn this firewood. Even after burning for a long time, the fire still did not burn, but Nanfeng Haozhe's white shirt was already dirty.

Even though it was obvious that they were looking at the charcoal on Nanfeng Haozhe's face, they couldn't help but laugh.

"Coincidentally, come here."

Nanfeng Haozhe waved his hand at Qiao Qiao and said: "Qiao Qiao, do you know how to light fires?"

"Yes."

"Brother-in-law, I know it too." She was clearly trying to get an answer out of him.

"Okay, then the two of you come over. I'll test you guys and see who will set this fire first. "

She was clearly looking at Nanfeng Haozhe, and took the lead to say: "Brother-in-law, you won't ignite the fire right? If you want to help, then just say so. "

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at Han Yao s mother with embarrassment …

Han Yao's mother was killing fish.

Nanfeng Haozhe didn't even dare to blink when he saw his nimble movements.

As the knife cut down, his stomach was cut open, and all his internal organs were removed.

Then, he removed the fish scales, turned on the tap and rinsed the fish.

Simple and clean.

Some professional fishmongers were unable to keep up with this method.

The two children set fire to the fire. Only then did Nanfeng Haozhe learn the method, and continued to set the fire.

Fried carp...

Han Xuelian's first pot of crucian carp was fried to paste.

"Lower the intensity of the fire."

After Han Xuelian finished speaking, she personally walked to the stove and taught Nanfeng Haozhe how to light the fire. Especially when fried things, the fire must not be too big.

"Mom, aren't you angry with me anymore?"

Nanfeng Haozhe shamelessly talked to Han Xuelian, but Han Xuelian closed her mouth again and stopped talking.

However, the next fried crucian fish was obviously better looking than the first pot. Of course, it didn't taste that good anymore.

The two little fellows liked to eat.

There was still a big fish in the basin.

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at the grass fish and couldn't help but drool.

"Do you like braised pork or pickled fish?"

Nanfeng Haozhe answered without thinking, "A pickled fish."

But then, Nanfeng Haozhe realized what was going on. Was Han Yao's mother going to make the taste she liked? In that case, Han Xuelian might really not be angry at her anymore.

Nanfeng Haozhe secretly rejoiced in his heart.

The most important thing about pickled fish was a piece of fish …

This fish must not be too thin, or it will break down if it is cooked. However, it couldn't be too thick, or else the fish would age. Therefore, Han Xuelian was especially serious when it came to cutting fish. As Nanfeng Haozhe watched this, she was also stunned.

This Han Yao's mother was just a rural woman. There were some restaurants in the city that could not compare to Han Xuelian's cooking.

After finishing the fish, Han Xuelian went to grab some pickled vegetables from the jar.

The pickled vegetables were cooked by the honest rural people. As soon as the jar was opened, the sour taste immediately assaulted his nostrils. Just by smelling it, he could feel the sour taste and the crispy taste. The golden yellow pickled vegetables should be very delicious with a single glance.

"Light the fire!"

"You start the fire and let me fry the fish soup. "After that, it's going to be a little hot. This fish can't be used for the fire, otherwise it'll break down soon."

"Alright."

Nanfeng Haozhe strictly followed Han Xuelian's instructions and started a fire.

He had thought that burning a fire was enough for him. He hadn't thought that there would be so many things to pay attention to when cooking and lighting a fire in the countryside. What dish is going to be on fire, what dish is going to be on fire. Also, this dish will be on fire at one moment and on the other. It was just a simple fire, yet there were so many other famous things.

"Alright."

The fish was cooking.

The two little fellows brought the tableware to the table. Nanfeng Haozhe carried the pickled fish while Han Yao's mother washed the pots.

The four of them went to the table together. Nanfeng Haozhe took the initiative to taste a mouthful of the fresh, white fish.

It was smooth and smooth. As soon as it entered the mouth, it would have a pungent and fresh fragrance. The fragrance was unique to the pickled vegetables on the machine. This taste was simply too fresh …

Nanfeng Haozhe had eaten a lot of city pickled fish before. However, this was the first time he had eaten something so delicious. Firstly, this fish is better.

Secondly, because Han Xuelian's culinary skills were indeed outstanding.

"Mom, your culinary skills are really too good. If you were to open a restaurant in the city, I wonder how many people you would meet. Mom, really, I'm not lying to you. I've never eaten such delicious fish in my life. "

Nanfeng Haozhe sincerely praised him, making Han Xuelian feel a little embarrassed.

As a villager, Han Xuelian learned to cook without marrying anyone. She married someone, and for the sake of her children, she ate three meals a day without a single meal. Now that the child had gone to school, she could simply eat lunch at school. However, for breakfast and dinner, Han Xuelian had to ask the patient to make delicious food for the child in order for the child to have sufficient nutrition.

Over time, he would naturally be able to practice the culinary arts.

"Alright, stop praising me. I'm embarrassed by your praise. If you like it, eat more. If I don't have enough to eat today, then I'll go to your uncle's house and buy some money tomorrow. Tomorrow night, we'll do it again. "

Hearing Han Xuelian's words, he knew that Han Xuelian would not be angry with him anymore.

After dinner.

Nanfeng Haozhe personally taught them English and taught them how to solve math problems. The two children took out all the questions that they could not understand normally, and Nanfeng Haozhe explained them all patiently.

The next day, it was the weekend for the two children.

In the middle of the summer, Han Xuelian was busy working at home and did not continue working in the fields.

In the morning, Nanfeng Haozhe helped to clean up the house and supervised the two children to recite their lessons and recite their words. At noon, when Han Xuelian took a nap, she took the two children to swim in the small river ditch. Of course, swimming rings are a must, and swimsuits need to be bought fresh. After the three of them borrowed the trishaw from the uncle next door, Nanfeng Haozhe drove the trishaw with trembling hands and brought the two children to the town to buy necessities.

Fortunately, the town wasn't too far away, and the round trip took forty minutes.

After buying their tools, the three of them went to the river ditch to learn how to swim.

He was clearly a boy. If he was a bit more daring, he would learn it very quickly. In just one afternoon, he could swim four to five meters. Only, he hadn't learned how to take a breath yet.