Chapter 142

"Husband, come out quickly. I've made the snowman. Come and have a look."

As soon as ye Rongrong made a bowl of "beating eggs with wine" and brought it to the front yard, he heard Liu Qingqing calling himself loudly outside the yard.

Walking out of the yard, he saw that his wife had already made a face on the snowball. What made Ye Guangrong feel funny was that Liu Qingqing used a carrot as a nose for the snowman and put it on the snowball. It seemed a little funny.

"Eyes and hands seem to be missing."

Ye Rongrong read it carefully several times and put forward his own opinions.

"Wait for me."

After thinking about it, Liu Qingqing ran to the yard. Soon, Liu Qingqing took out two big red dates from the house and put them on the snowball. Soon, the snowman's eyes and nose were all there, and some people looked like human beings.

"Yes, yes, and a broom would be perfect."

Ye Guangrong picks up the broom on the side of the yard wall, thrusts it into the big snowball and acts as a small hand, so that the snowman looks more decent.

"Husband, take a picture of me and the snowman." Liu Qingqing looked at the fruits of her labor, not to mention how happy she was. She wanted to take a picture with the snowman.

Seeing his wife so excited, ye Rongrong also happily took more than ten photos for her.

"Wife, are you cold?"

Ye Rongrong saw his woman's face was red with cold, and asked painfully.

"A little bit, but I'm really happy."

Liu Qingqing is still very excited. This is the first time for Liu Qingqing to make a snowman with her man. Liu Qingqing feels very happy and sweet.

Although the body is a little cold, but the heart is warm.

"My husband's" wine and eggs "is getting cold. Let's go into the house and eat it. You can warm up. If you catch a cold, my husband will be distressed." Ye Rongrong holds the frozen face, and Liu Qingqing, who is red, says.

Ye Guangrong walks to the yard with Liu Qingqing in his arms

"My husband, the" egg beating with wine "you made is really delicious. After eating it, you feel warm and drunk." After a bowl of "beating eggs with wine", Liu Qingqing felt warm and comfortable.

"Ha ha, there are a lot of yellow rice wine in it. Although the degree is not high, it's intoxicating. If you want to sleep, you can sleep for a while." Looking at Liu Qingqing with a red face after eating "wine and eggs", ye Rongrong said with a smile.

"Well, husband, I want to eat noodles at noon, OK?" Liu Qingqing is also sleepy and wants to go to bed in the house.

"No problem, go to bed quickly. After my husband makes the noodles, I'll wake you up and eat them." Ye Rongrong said, touching her little face lovingly.

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In the kitchen, ye Rongrong took out more than half a bag of flour from the cupboard. The flour was bought from the town a few days ago. After all, it's cold now. Sometimes he didn't want to buy, cook or cook so much trouble, so he bought some flour to make pasta at any time.

Take out a chopping board, pour in a small bag of flour, and then put the flour bag away, then a small bowl of water. Put the small bowl on the table not far from the chopping board so that ye Rongrong can reach it.

Ye Rongrong washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and was ready to start mixing noodles.

Ye Rongrong put his hand on the chopping board, put one hand in the middle of the flour, gently push, and divide the flour into two small piles, then turn his wrist to form a circle in the middle of the flour.

Then ye Guangrong slapped heavily on the table, controlled his strength, shook the water out of the bowl, and let it fall into the circle drawn in the flour pile, without sprinkling half a cent. Ye Guangrong's hand turned his strength in the water for several times, and a Tai Chi pattern clearly appeared on the water, which disappeared after several seconds.

Ye Guangrong laughs. It seems that his system has passed him Taiji to make noodles. It's really good. When he makes noodles, it should taste good.

If there is water and noodles, then prepare to mix noodles. Ye Rongrong's hands fly on the chopping board and knead the dough. Finally, the dough becomes a ball. Let the ball dough rotate back and forth in his own hands. The dough turns faster and faster in Ye Rongrong's hands. Finally, ye Rongrong's hands shake.

Let the dough fly high, and when it was close to the ceiling, the strength disappeared. It fell heavily from the air and hit the cutting board accurately.

When ye Guangrong saw that the dough was as high as his head, he stretched out his right hand. Later, he caught up with the dough and twisted the falling force. Then he pushed the dough onto the chopping board and let it continue to run at high speed on the chopping board, but he couldn't get out of the range of the chopping board.

Ye Rongrong nodded with satisfaction, turned around and took out the pork from the refrigerator. Ye Rongrong prepared to use the pork as stuffing.

This time, ye Guangrong seems to be addicted to playing. He doesn't cut the meat well and plays tricks.

Ye Guangrong put the meat flat on the surface of the knife. The muscle of the arm holding the knife was taut, and his wrist was slightly lifted, which shocked the piece of meat into the air. Ye Guangrong stared at the piece of meat without saying a word, as if he were the enemy of life and death. The meat kept turning in the air. Ye Guangrong held the knife in his right hand, looking for the most suitable angle.Suddenly, ye Guangrong takes out his knife and brushes several white lights. It's like lightning in the dark suddenly cuts through the sky. The piece of meat in the air suddenly disintegrates in the air and becomes dozens of small squares of uniform size. Ye Guangrong nails the knife to the chopping board, takes up the prepared plate and catches the fallen meat.

Then open the stove, put the pot, put the meat and various seasonings into it in turn, and adjust the fire to the minimum. This kind of bittern had better be simmered slowly with a small fire, so that all kinds of flavors can be best mixed, that is to say, tasty.

"Hey, hey, it's time for you to have a rest after you've been spinning for so long."

Looking at the dough still in the circle, ye Rongrong, with a smile, goes forward and slaps it on the dough with his hand. He blows the dough and breaks it apart. There are still several pieces of dough that have been knocked out of the chopping board and fly to the ground.

Ye Guangrong has been ready for a long time. He is not in a hurry to catch those pieces of dough, because he has already calculated the strength. His divine cooking skill and master Taiji are all very important. If you can't do this little thing well, ye Guangrong can hang on a rope.

Ye Rongrong took the dough in his hand, first kneaded it into a long stick, then beat it continuously and stretched it continuously. He beat it several times in a row and then stopped. Although the dough had been spun for such a long time and made into noodles, ye Rongyao still thought he was not perfect, so he beat it several times.

"Well, this should be almost the same. This kind of noodles is just a little salt and no seasoning. It's also delicious."

Ye Rongrong looked at the noodles in his hand and exclaimed, "it's not bragging. It's a fact. What is divine cooking and divine skill? It's the existence of transforming decadence into legend. Skill is close to Tao.

With 5000 years of Chinese history, there are many cuisines, but there are only a few who have trained their cooking skills to the master level. As for the divine cooking skills, ye Guangrong is absolutely unprecedented.

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