Chapter 141： Popsicles for husbands only do this to women.

Luo Jianjia rested at home for a day yesterday, and his body is almost better today.

After eating, she went to the shop with Zhao and Boss Chu.

Recently, Mr. Zhao and Mr. Chu have been busy with two new shops in the south of the city. They occasionally go to the vegetable shop or the big shed.

Luo Jianjia also went to the shop and went around, seeing that everything was fine in the shop, he planned to go back.

It just so happened that Zhao wanted to buy something today, so the two of them went together.

Luo Jianjia thought of Chu Wei-Leng's saying that the room was too hot recently, and now the season is very suitable, so he wanted to make something delicious for him.

She went to the shop and bought some mung beans, red beans, glutinous rice flour and white sugar.

After returning home, soak the mung beans first.

As for the red beans, Luo Jianjia thought that he would not do it this time, but first try to see if the mung beans can be made successfully.

In order for mung beans to cook well, it has to be soaked for a few hours.

In the next time, Luo Jianjia went to make a few molds.

Seeing his daughter-in-law's weird behavior, Zhao asked curiously: "Jianjia, what are you doing?"

Luo Jianjia smiled and explained: "Mother, I plan to make something delicious."

"A delicious thing?" Zhao's eyes lit up instantly, and he asked expectantly, "What is it?"

"A very sweet food." Luo Jianjia said, "It's just that this thing is a bit cold, so you and Dad can't eat more."

Although Luo Jianjia said these things, Zhao didn't feel disappointed at all and looked forward to it.

During this period of time, my daughter-in-law has been busy with things in the mansion, busy with opening the shop, and it has been a long time since I made fresh food.

Even if she can't eat more, it must be delicious.

"As long as you do it, I like it." Zhao said with a smile.

Luo Jianjia thought, it's a pity that there is no refrigerator, otherwise it would be the best in summer.

It's cold and refreshing.

"Do you need help from your mother?" Zhao asked enthusiastically.

"No, mother, this thing is very simple." Luo Jianjia said.

"Okay, tell your mother if you need it."

"Okay."

After a while, the mung beans were almost soaked, and Luo Jianjia began to cook.

Zhao had been looking forward to it for a long time, and seeing that his daughter-in-law had finally started, he couldn't help but go over and help set the fire.

Now the yard of the family is bigger, and the kitchen is no longer a simple hut in the yard, but has become a series of large houses, very spacious. Not to mention two people, twenty people can stand up.

When the mung beans were boiled, Luo Jianjia added glutinous rice water and sugar to the pot.

Cook until it is sticky and turn off the heat.

"It smells so good, is this done?" Zhao asked expectantly.

But at the same time, she was also thinking about it, except for the bowl of glutinous rice water, there was no difference between her daughter-in-law's cooking and the mung bean porridge she drank on weekdays.

Is it better to add glutinous rice water?

However, whether it is added or not, this mung bean porridge is fragrant, with sugar added, and it is made by my daughter-in-law. It must be delicious.

"Not yet, mother, let's cool off, go outside and freeze it." Luo Jianjia said.

"Ah? Frozen? Wouldn't it be frozen?" Zhao said.

When the weather is hot, things are easy to break, and when the weather is cold, some ingredients are also easy to freeze, such as cabbage.

"No, mother." Luo Jianjia said.

"If it's not bad, shouldn't it freeze too? How can I eat if it freezes?" Zhao asked again.

That thing is strangely cold. Wouldn't it cause stomach trouble if you eat it?

"Mother is right, just let it freeze." Luo Jianjia affirmed Zhao's answer.

"Just let it freeze...?" Zhao was very confused, but soon, she remembered what her daughter-in-law had said before, "No wonder you said that I and your father can't eat more."

"Yes, it's too cold. Eating too much is bad for your stomach. Mother eat a bowl while it's hot, and taste how it tastes."

With that, Luo Jianjia opened the lid of the pot and served Zhao's bowl of "mung bean porridge".

Zhao likes sweets very much. This bowl of mung bean porridge is sweet and soft, which suits her appetite very well.

"Well, it's so delicious, the mung beans are badly cooked and sweet, and they have a unique flavor."

Since Zhao thinks it tastes good, Luo Jianjia thinks this mung bean ice cream is half the battle.

Boss Chu also came back for lunch, and after Zhao finished eating, he hurriedly served Boss Chu a bowl.

Boss Chu also thought it was delicious.

When the mung beans in the pot cooled down, Luo Jianjia took the mold, there were about twenty in total.

There is also a small stick in the mold.

Luo Jianjia put the mung beans in, flattened them all, and put them outside.

The border is very cold. Although there is no thermometer, Luo Jianjia feels like it should be 20-30 degrees below zero. It is estimated that it will freeze up soon and can be eaten at night.

I just said that it was too cold to eat too much. Looking at my daughter-in-law doing so much, Zhao asked: "Jianjia, do you want to sell it after doing so much?"

Luo Jianjia was stunned, then shook his head, and said, "No. This thing is relatively simple to answer. You will learn it as soon as you learn it. Even if you sell it, it is estimated that not many people will come to buy it. You can learn it all."

After all, the one who feels hot is Chu Wei cold.

Everyone feels cold in the winter.

Zhao thought about what to do, and agreed with his daughter-in-law's point of view.

She stayed in the south all the year round, her body was not very cold resistant, and she felt a little cold in the kitchen.

Looking at the frozen things outside, I feel cold without eating.

"Then why do you do so much?" Zhao was a little worried, afraid that he could not finish eating. "We are all afraid of cold, and Brother Leng doesn't like sweets."

"Maybe you will love it when you are cool," Luo Jianjia said.

Zhao nodded, thinking that his son had always felt the heat in the room recently, and said, "You are right."

Then, she suddenly realized that this is something her daughter-in-law made specially for her son, right?

She thought it was sweet, and the daughter-in-law made it specially for her. Only then did she finally understand. Is it because the daughter-in-law saw her son feel hot and made it for him?

Having figured this out, Zhao felt a little disappointed and very pleased.

It was frozen for an hour, and it was somewhat formed, and Luo Jianjia took some of it to the Zhao family and Boss Chu.

As a result, the two felt uncomfortable with the ice, and they were afraid that they would not be able to eat it after taking two bites.

Although it was somewhat formed now, it was still not a good one, and Luo Jianjia left it outside and continued to freeze.

Counting the hours, it should be almost the same after dinner in the evening.

There are no steamed buns at home, and He's noodles are almost awake in the morning.

Seeing the sky, Luo Jianjia went to steam buns with Zhao.

Since she opened the shop, she has less time to cook at home. Now that there are people in the shop, she is idle and can spend more time cooking.

Today’s noodles are a bit more, and there is still some left after steaming a pot.

Luo Jianjia looked at the ingredients in the kitchen and planned to make some cakes.

She took the chicken breast from the house, cut it into cubes, and cut some shiitake mushrooms.

When everything is cut, mix together, add seasonings, and mix well.

After the pie is rolled, put the filling in.

Finally, put the oil in the pan, slowly put the finished cake in and start frying.

After a while, the fragrance came out.

"It smells so good," Zhao said, swallowing.

Afterwards, he said with emotion: "Jianjia, you haven't made a pie for a long time, and the taste is strangely missed."

Now that there is more time, I can think about making food, so Luo Jianjia asked, "What kind of stuffing does my mother like to eat? It's too late today. When we make noodles tomorrow, I will cook them for my mother."

The two have been getting along for several years, and they know each other very well, so they are not so polite.

The Zhao family thought for a while, and said, "The bean paste stuffing is so delicious. Didn't we buy it today? Let's make that one tomorrow."

Sure enough, Zhao still prefers to eat sweets.

Calculating carefully, she had never made red bean paste when she came here.

According to Zhao's personality, if he didn't particularly want to eat, he wouldn't speak.

"Okay, mother, let's mix the noodles in the evening and soak the beans. Let's make them tomorrow morning. Besides the bean paste stuffing, what kind of stuffing do you want to eat?"

Zhao smiled and said, "Either way. Brother Leng likes meat fillings and leek fillings, your father will do."

"Okay, let's do some tomorrow."

"Hey, good."

Although Zhao's favorite bean paste stuffed, she also likes the chicken stuffed pie made today.

At dinner, she and Boss Chu ate three of them.

Of course, Chu Wei Leng only loves his big steamed buns, and the food is very sweet.

Seeing that he hadn't eaten the stuffed pie, Luo Jianjia picked one up and put it in the bowl in front of him.

Chu Wei was very happy to see that Luo Jianjia took the initiative to pick up vegetables for him, and he ate up a stuffing pie in a couple of bites.

"Is it delicious?" Zhao asked.

Chu Wei Leng nodded quickly: "It's delicious."

Zhao said, "I also think it's so delicious. The dough is very thin, and the fillings inside are full and fragrant."

Boss Chu nodded as he ate, "Well, it's really fragrant. I haven't eaten chicken stuffing before. I didn't expect it to be so delicious when made into pies."

Here, Zhao and Boss Chu were discussing, and there, Chu Weileng went to take a bun and ate it in silence.

Luo Jianjia:...

It's really a cow chewing peony. I knew I wouldn't give him the stuffed pie.

After eating, Chu Wei said coldly: "Tomorrow, I will bring some steamed buns to the camp to eat."

Hearing this, Luo Jianjia glanced at him.

Sure enough, the big steamed bun is his favorite.

"Take it, I have steamed a lot with Jianjia today. We plan to make some stuffing pie tomorrow, and we will steam a pot of steamed buns for you at that time."

"Thank you mother."

"Thank me for what I did, your lady did it. By the way, do you want stuffing pie? This stuffing pie is so delicious." Zhao asked.

Chu Wei looked at Luo Jianjia coldly, then turned around, and said to Zhao: "No, mother, son can eat steamed buns. You can keep the stuffed pie with your father and wife."

Now that the family has money, this chicken is not so rare.

Luo Jianjia thought, he is not filial to the Zhao family and Boss Chu, but he doesn't like eating.

No matter what, don't bother to eat for him in the future, just steam him a pot of steamed buns every three cha five.

He is very easy to feed, not picky eaters.

She will share it with her in-laws in the future.

At this interruption, Luo Jianjia forgot about Chu Wei freezing popsicles outside.

Luo Jianjia didn't think of it until Chu Wei Leng washed his feet and took off his clothes to go to bed.

"By the way, I made a fresh meal today during the day. Would you like to try it?"

The big steamed buns that I ate today, Chu Wei was very full, and he was not hungry at the moment.

But my wife asked her personally. If he directly said that he would not eat, wouldn't it be a refutation of her face.

"Did you do much?"

"fine."

"What's the smell?"

If it's spicy, Chu Wei Leng thinks he can still eat something.

"Sweet."

Luo Jianjia noticed that Chu Weileng didn't want to eat anymore, and glanced down at his stomach.

Sure enough, the belly is bigger than yesterday, and it seems to be stuffed with big steamed buns.

Sure enough, next I saw Chu Wei Leng frowned slightly, and said: "Since the lady made it by herself, it must be delicious. The lady does not make much, and I eat it is a waste. It is better to keep it with your parents. Well, I won't eat it anymore."

Hearing these words, Luo Jianjia pursed his lips and looked at Chu Weileng.

She made it specially for him, and he didn't even want to eat it.

Don't forget the chicken patties. Wouldn't it be a waste if he didn't eat the popsicles?

This look seemed quite unkind in it, and Chu Weilian suddenly felt a little guilty, tentatively saying: "Or, let me try it?"

He has a big belly, and it’s okay to eat another big steamed bun.

What a big deal, his wife said, how could he brush her kindness.

"If Xiang Gong doesn't want to eat it, just forget it, don't force it."

"I don't force it at all. The food made by the lady is the best in the world. I love everything you do."

The strange thing is nice, and my favorite is not the big white steamed bun.

"In the box at the door, you can take it yourself. Remember to eat as much as you want, and put the rest outside, or it will melt." After speaking, Luo Jianjia lay down.

"Okay." Chu Wei Leng put on his clothes and went to the door to get popsicles.

This thing is so strange that Chu Weilian studied it for a long time before he brought in a popsicle.

After taking it in, he stared at the popsicle for a long time.

This thing is frozen into ice cubes, how to eat it?

Although Luo Jianjia lay down with his back to Chu Wei Leng, he could still hear the movement behind him.

Hearing nothing from Chu Weilian, Luo Jianjia turned around and looked at him.

Seeing him staring at the popsicle in a daze, Luo Jianjia said, "Just bite it directly."

Although Chu Wei Leng still had doubts in his heart, he was unambiguous when he heard the words of his wife, and directly bit on it.

Seeing Chu Wei blinking coldly, Luo Jianjia suddenly felt that he was both pitiful and funny: "Eat slowly, it's too cold."

Chu Wei Leng felt that the things in his hands were extremely cold at the beginning, and it was uncomfortable to eat in his mouth.

However, after adapting to this temperature, it was a pleasant surprise.

This is too delicious!

It's cold, and it feels very comfortable to eat in the stomach, and the body heat is reduced a bit.

Although it is sweet, it is not so sweet. The cold and sweet are mixed, and the sweetness is reduced.

He has eaten snow and ice cubes. They are all cold things.

Although the thing in front of me is the same as those things, it tastes quite different.

While it is cold, it is sweet and soft, the more you eat, the more addictive it becomes.

After a while, Chu Weileng ate a popsicle.

After getting along for a long time, Luo Jianjia can guess what Chu Weilian likes and what he doesn't like.

From this look, we know that Chu Wei Leng likes it very much.

Thinking that he had just heard that it was sweets and wanted to refuse, Luo Jianjia knew it and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." Chu Wei Leng replied truthfully. After speaking, he said again, "It's just too little. I don't have any taste. I will eat one more and taste it slowly."

Hearing this and looking at his back, Luo Jianjia shook his head with a smile.

She is still very happy to like what she has made.

Soon, Chu Weileng went and brought in a mung bean popsicle.

This time I also asked Luo Jianjia whether to eat or not. In the cold weather, Luo Jianjia didn't want to eat it.

Chu Wei Leng quickly ate the second one.

After eating two sticks, Chu Wei was refreshed and went to bed to rest.

When he went to hold Luo Jianjia, he was rejected.

Chu Wei patronized and was happy, and forgot what he had just done. Looking back at this time, he knew the reason.

Thinking about it again, although this thing is sweet, it is cold.

His parents can’t eat, and his wife can’t eat, so who else can eat? He is the only one left.

So, this is what the lady made specially for him?

He has been screaming about heat these few days, and the lady must have heard it in her heart and made this food for him.

But he turned down the lady at first and didn't want to eat.

Looking at the back facing him in front of him, Chu Wei said coldly: "Miss, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong for my husband."

Luo Jianjia ignored him.

"It's for the husband's kindness to be a donkey liver and lungs, and almost missed the lady's heart. Next time I will never do this again. Please forgive me this time." Chu Wei Leng continued.

Although Luo Jianjia still did not respond, this time, when he went to hold Luo Jianjia again, she did not refuse.

Chu Weilian became bolder. After holding Luo Jianjia into her arms, she leaned on her ear and said: "Lady, what is this thing called, it's so delicious."

"popsicle."

"It's a good name." Chu Wei paused coldly, and then said, "I love eating very much. Would you like to make more for me in the future?"

"Don't you want to eat." Luo Jianjia murmured.

"There is absolutely nothing, I especially like to eat, I like to eat whatever the lady does."

"Really? Don't you like big steamed buns the most?"

"I have to make a lady's to eat it, and I don't like it made by others."

Finally, Luo Jianjia turned to face Chu Wei cold.

"Is the popsicle sweet?" Luo Jianjia asked with a pillow on Chu Weileng's arm, looking into his eyes.

"Sweet!" Chu Wei said coldly, and then bowed his head and kissed Luo Jianjia, "but it's not as sweet as a lady!"

Luo Jianjia thought that Boss Zhao and Chu were going to eat, so he put some more sugar.

She was afraid that Chu Weilian felt too sweet, so she asked him, thinking about putting less sugar next time, but she didn't expect him to say such a sentence.

Although the two had already done more intimate things, Chu Wei Leng looked at her and said that she couldn't help blushing, and her heartbeat speeded up a bit.

"Glib tongue!"

"For my husband, I only do this to the lady."

Luo Jianjia wanted to hold it back, but he couldn't hold it back at the moment, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyebrows were also crooked.

The two were very close, breathing could be heard, Chu Weilian could not stand the temptation now, and moved forward, and kissed the "culprit" who disturbed his restlessness.

Afterwards, there was no voice in the room, and there was a dark room, and only the voice of gasping could be heard.