One Second for My Daughter / One Second for My Daughter

Wu Yi lowered her head and looked at her small breasts, pursed her lips, obviously not very satisfied with her development.

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Wu Shen almost flipped over.

"You're still a child. There's no rush on this."

Tong Yan Juru is something that only a gifted person can do.Wu Shen complained in his heart.

Carrying a plastic bag and holding the dancer's little hand on the way home again, Wu Shen didn't rest for a while when he got home. After changing into a set of home clothes, he immediately went into the kitchen.

First, knead the dough, then use a rolling pin to roll it into a flat cake with a certain thickness, and use a kitchen knife to cut thick strips, everything is done in one go.

Next is the most critical step. Pull both ends of the noodles with both hands and start to rotate the wrists slightly at the same frequency. The noodles are like jumping a long rope and extend the length of the noodles with each rotation.

This process can only be understood but cannot be described in words. If you turn too hard, the noodles will break.If the rotation is too slow, the texture of the noodles will not be full of toughness, and the noodles will not be stretched very long, and the thickness will become very uneven.

When Wu Shen was learning, he did it a dozen times before he really mastered this skill.

When it is stretched to a certain length and feels full of elasticity, it is immediately dropped into the tumbling pot of hot water.And so on and so forth until all the dough is used up.

There is not much difference between the sauce stewed noodles and the fried sauce noodles, but different noodle processing methods can give it a completely different thick texture.

"Speaking of which, Dad, why are you so skilled at cooking? Did you have chef training before?"

Wuyi looked at the kitchen door and asked curiously.

Why are you so good at cooking?Wu Shen began to recall the past.

Because my parents often don't go home, I can only solve the diet by myself... Do you think I will give such a routine answer?

In fact, after watching the anime, he mistakenly thought that boys who could cook would be popular with girls, so Wu Shen asked his mother to teach him how to practice cooking, and finally he learned the true story of his mother.However, as a result, seeing that I am single so far, I understand that this is not really useful.

Tears, everything in the anime is a lie.

today (white)

Chapter 8 Only Routines Win People's Hearts

While the noodles were tumbling and cooking in the pot, Wu Shen, who had spare time, planned to start making the fried sauce for noodles.

And just as he turned around, he found that Wuyi had sneaked into the kitchen at some point, and had already put all the seasonings and ingredients he needed on the table.

Dried yellow sauce, green onions, ginger, aniseed, and cooking wine were all presented in front of Wu Shen, all of which were needed to make fried sauce.

"Do you know how to make fried sauce in dance clothes?"

Wu Shen looked at the seasoning on the table and asked in surprise.

"Of course, I usually help out when Dad cooks!"

Wuyi confidently put her hands on her hips and raised her head at the same time.That expression is like saying, "Hurry up and praise me!"

"What a good daughter."

Wu Shen satisfied his daughter's wish and said it, but he said in his heart: it would be better if it could not be so dirty.

Because Xiazhiqiu Wuyi has already helped Wu Shen organize all the seasonings and ingredients, saving him a lot of preparation time.So without further ado, he took out a small bowl and began to quickly prepare the fried sauce.

First, use a kitchen knife to skillfully cut the purchased pork into small pieces, then wash the onion and ginger and chop them all up. All operations are obviously done with ease.

After doing this, Wu Shen poured the dry yellow sauce into a bowl, and put an appropriate amount of water to dilute and stir.Then prepare a frying pan and pour a little cooking oil into it.

Before the oil-heated Wu Shen proceeded to the next step, he also specifically instructed the onlookers to take a few steps back, and be careful to be scalded to 0 by the splashing oil droplets.

After instructing, Wu Shen took the aniseed from Wuyi and poured it into the hot pot. When it was time to stir-fry, Wuyi accurately handed over the ginger.

This skillful matching technique gave Wu Shen the illusion that the two had been working together for a long time.

When the time was right, Wu Shen stretched out his hand, and Wuyi quickly handed over the diced pork, while frying the pork, the other hand began to pour cooking wine into the pot.

Stir-fry until the pork is completely brown, and Wu Yi skillfully came over with the diluted and stirred yellow sauce, took the sauce and poured it into the pot. Wu Shen turned out the fire and began to stir fry continuously.

Wait until the sauce is completely boiled and the sauce is bubbling like hot magma, then turn it to a low heat and fry it slowly.

"Dad, can we have dinner?"

Wuyi couldn't wait for a long time, and the little hand touched the flat stomach, and couldn't wait to get close to the little head.Just smelling the fragrance makes her saliva drool.

"Little greedy cat, how can it be so fast. It will take a while."

"Wait for a while again. Dad, every time you say this, you have to wait at least ten minutes. I think there is something wrong with your time concept."

Wuyi pouted and turned her head to one side to express her dissatisfaction.

Wu Shen could only return a wry smile. Seeing Wu Yi's angry look, he recalled the days when he was a child. He stayed in the kitchen every day, waiting for his mother to make delicious meals. The same clothes, always urging the dishes to be done quickly, but my mother has been answering in a leisurely manner, "It will be fine in a while."

When I was young, I was ignorant, and occasionally I would quarrel with my mother over such a big fart.

Now living in a foreign country, whenever I recall my mother's meals, my lips and teeth will be fragrant every day, and I will feel a residual warmth. Maybe this is the so-called feeling of home, the taste of home...

There is a ticking sound in the 1 gg rattle hanging on the wall, and time is lost every minute and second in waiting.

Wu Yi, who had been silent all the time, seemed to be unable to bear such a quiet atmosphere, and began to talk to Wu Shen about his mother's return '1B.

"Speaking of which, if I remember correctly, my mother's first series of debut films ended with a cut in half in the last impression. This seems to be my mother's regret all the time."

Xiazhiqiu Wuyi seemed to recall something and immediately said to Wu Shen.