One Hundred and Seventy-Two You Cook and Let Me Burn the Fire (Reward +)

Shen Jiao was in charge of the kitchen, and Han Qixiu was cooking the fire. The two of them cooperated very well. Han Qixiu looked at the busy little girl on the stove, with crystal sweat dripping from her nose, and suddenly she felt very peaceful, never been so peaceful before. .

"Sister Hu, you are my wife, Brother Hai, you lead the way..."

Han Qixiu, who was in a happy mood, couldn't help but hummed a local tune, which was nondescript. Shen Jiao didn't understand a single word, but felt that the tune was very cheerful and pleasant.

Qi Huarong, who came back from washing vegetables, understood it. The bitterness in her heart spread to her whole body, and even the tip of her tongue was bitter.

If she could, she really wanted to turn around and go back, and she would rather eat boiled water spinach at home than be stimulated here!

But no, she can't show weakness in front of Shen Jiao, she has to stay!

The days to come are still long!

After frying the bacon, Shen Jiao prepared to fry the eel slices and poured some oil from the oiler into the pot. She had consciously poured less oil, but Qi Huarong next to him was still shocked: "Sister Shen, why are you cooking so much? How much oil?"

Qi Huarong wasn't pretending this time. She was really surprised. She and her grandfather and brother only had two kilograms of oil a month. They could usually buy some camellia seed oil from the villagers, but it wasn't much. They used oil for cooking every day. She calculated and calculated, for fear that if she put in a little more, she would not be able to eat the oil until the end of the month.

The oil that Shen Jiao poured into cooking can be used for two days, is it putting oil or water!

Shen Jiao's heart trembled, annoyed that she was being too careless, and she hurriedly smiled: "Isn't it a treat today? Naturally, I need to put more oil, and I don't put so much."

Qi Huarong wanted to say more, but Han Qixiu said impatiently: "I usually put it like this. I'll get it when I run out of oil. With brother here, what's the point of eating some oil!"

Shen Jiao pursed her lips and replied with a smile. After the oil was hot, first stir the chili, garlic and ginger in the oil to get the fragrance, and then pour the eel slices in the basket. With the fragrance of spices and the sizzling sound in the pot, everyone was seduced and drooled.

Zhu Siya swallowed her saliva exaggeratedly, her eyes glowed green, stared at the pot without blinking, and said excitedly: "There is so much meat here, I will go to the field to catch loach and eel after work. , our family eats meat every day."

Shen Jiao encouraged: "Okay, our family's meat from now on will depend entirely on Sister Si Ya."

"Wrap it on me!" Zhu Siya patted her chest to make sure that the meat was lying in the field. If she couldn't get it back, she would be half-brained.

Of course, the subsequent failed attempts to catch loach made Zhu Siya doubt her IQ countless times.

With the sound of 'zira', the kitchen of Shen's house smelled seductive from time to time. Shen Jiao was also sweating from the heat, and her face was flushed. Han Qixiu was so distressed, she let Shen Jiao rest for a while. Do it again.

Qi Huarong, who had already wanted to show off, said hurriedly, "Why don't I cook a few dishes for Sister Shen, only my craftsmanship is not as good as Sister Shen's!"

Shen Jiao was indeed a little tired, not only because of the heat, but also because of her sore hands. Cooking so many dishes at one time, her small body couldn't bear it. Seeing that Qi Huarong offered to help, she followed the trend: "Miss Qi. Just kidding, I'm making an axe in the class, and I have to work hard for Miss Qi, I think it must taste very good."

Although Qi Huarong's mouth is modest, he is quite contented on the face. Thinking that he has some skills in his hands, Shen Jiao gave her the stove and went outside to breathe. The smell of oil smoke in the kitchen It's going to suffocate her.

Seeing that Shen Jiao had gone out, Han Qixiu hurriedly threw the tongs to catch up. Qi Huarong, who was about to show off his skills in front of Han Qixiu, was stunned, and her hand that poured oil was frozen in the air.

Not at all, not at all!

The master is gone, who is she showing this to?

Besides, such a hot day!

Zhu Siya, who took the tongs to set the fire, saw the white smoke billowing from the pot,

Unhappy urged: "Can you cook? If you don't pour the oil, it will fry!"

Seeing the white smoke billowing in the pot, Qi Huarong hurriedly poured out the oil in the oil pot, but because she was flustered, or maybe it was her subconscious action, the oil in the oil pot was half empty at once, more than just before. Shen Jiao was about to fall into the sea.

Zhu Siya, who had been staring at Qi Huarong, quit her job, she knew that this woman had no good intentions!

Zhu Siya hurriedly pulled out the firewood from the stove, and quickly filled most of the oil in the pot into a bowl. Seeing that there was only a shallow layer of oil left in the pot, she grinned with satisfaction. .

"You don't use other people's oil as oil. You need so much oil to fry green vegetables. Are you planning to let my family eat boiled vegetables every day after this meal?"

Zhu Siya rudely taught Qi Huarong a lesson, daring to waste food under her eyes, she won't kill her!

Although Qi Huarong was a little guilty, but being reprimanded by Zhu Siya like this, she was naturally unhappy, her pretty face sank slightly, and she said displeasedly, "Didn't sister Shen just say that you need to put more oil on the guests, and Brother Han also said oil He'll get it."

Zhu Siya was disdainful in her heart, and even more so on her face. During this period of time, she was delicious and delicious. Not only was she tall, but she also had a lot of meat on her face, and she was in high spirits, especially with her big watery eyes. , belongs to the kind whose eyes can speak, and clearly expresses all her thoughts.

"You can't fry your food yet? Go ahead and fry it. I'll fry it. With so much oil, half your head can be fried." Zhu Siya said angrily.

Although Qi Huarong didn't understand the meaning of the half-brain, but thinking about it, he knew that it was not a good word. With only half of the brain's left, what could be a good word?

After listening for a few deep breaths, I secretly warned myself not to be angry, to endure a knife on the head, no matter how severe the pain is, I still have to endure it!

She Qi Huarong is a good girl who is knowledgeable and polite, gentle and virtuous. Don't get angry with this savage, this Zhu Siya is a vicious dog raised by Shen Jiao, she can't touch an egg with a stone!

"Of course it's going to be fried, and I have to trouble Sister Zhu to set the fire!" Qi Huarong showed a generous smile, seeing that Zhu Siya was blocked.

"Then hurry up, the pot is burning red before you see it!"

Zhu Siya choked angrily, and went to the stove to start the fire, but can she be the fire girl for Qi Huarong obediently?

Of course not!

"Sister Zhu, can the fire be smaller? The vegetables are almost burnt."

"Sister Zhu, can the fire be bigger?"

"Sister Zhu, why don't you burn?" Qi Huarong asked in amazement, looking at Zhu Siya standing in front of her.

"Why do you have so many things to do when you cook a dish? It will be hot for a while and then hot, will you cook?" Zhu Siya roared with wide-eyed eyes.

Forgive Zhu Siya's children's shoes, who only know how to cook pancakes and boiled wild vegetables.