The Garden Life of a Little Gardener

Why is this picture so familiar?

Zhouquan held his chin and thought for a while, and almost followed his instincts, and said, "If you don't have money, you can use Xi'er to repay the debt...."

Shaking his head vigorously, shaking the image of Huang Shiren out of his mind, Zhou Quan asked the two little things that came out of the plant in a kind tone as much as possible: "Since they have already come out, why don't you just open up and explain it clearly?" , What are you? Why do the plants you parasitize glow? Or do you appear because the plants glow?"

Baby Yin, who was blocked behind by the green gown, stretched out her small hand and gently tugged at her a few times.

Then he grabbed the other party's clothes and leaned against the back of the asparagus bamboo and said: "I am the master's silver star spider plant. You brought me back from the imperial capital. I don't know why it turned out like this. Before I met the master I just shine without this look."

Hearing the words, the green gown whose clothes were caught turned sideways and gently touched the top of Little Yinxing's head, then turned back, stretched his hands to the level of his chest and overlapped each other, clenched his right hand down, and stretched his left hand flat on top, slightly Lowering his body, he bowed his hands very politely to Zhou Quan.

While saluting the green gown, he said: "This is the pot of asparagus bamboo that was bought by the master's house. Before it was brought back by the master's house, it would only emit light. I haven't seen it like this. And before I met Alan, I didn't There is no way to communicate with the master like today, thank you for the care of the master and Alan these days."

The baby-sounding Chlorophytum hides behind the other party, listening to it, a faint pink color floats on the face unconsciously, against its small round face, it is like a small apple, so beautiful and attractive that people can't wait to see it. Go up and nibble.

Seeing this, Zhou Quan looked at this and that, and felt that the atmosphere between these two little things was very harmonious, and it seemed that he was the extra guy who was an eyesore.

Seeing the courteous appearance of Wenzhu in the green long gown, Zhou Quan also imitated the other party and bowed his hands, but he still had to ask the questions that should be asked.

"Both of you said that this appearance only appeared after I bought it back. Then, in the environment you were in before, are there any plants that can emit light like you?"

The silver star Chlorophytum with a small round face shook his head when he heard the words, while the asparagus in the green gown replied directly: "No, Alan is the only plant I have met that can glow like me."

"Then, have you two found any differences between yourself and other plants?"

Asparagus bowed his head and fell into deep thought when he heard the words, Diaolan swayed and shook his head and said, "Does it count as being as greedy as the master? I like that the master fertilizes and waters me."

"...This doesn't count, you're thinking about it and there's nothing else."

"Oh, then there should be none."

"I really can't remember it."

"Master, are you touching me, okay? Your hands are warm and comfortable, but can you not only touch my leaves, but also the stems."

Hearing this, Zhou Quan looked at the stalk of Chlorophytum Chlorophytum, which was almost buried in the soil, and said to himself, why do I touch it if I have nothing to do?

Alas, why do I always feel that the topic is getting more and more biased, and the momentum is getting weaker and weaker. Where is the arrogance I had when I dared to call them out to talk directly?

If Chef Bao was here, he would definitely tell his Fa Xiao very seriously that a cat is still a cat even if it is fierce, and Li Hua will never become a big cat...

As in the case of Chlorophytum and Asparagus, it is impossible to explain it clearly from a scientific point of view.

And from the inquiry and understanding, I found that the only one who can see them glow and talk to them is myself. In the eyes of others, they are just two pots of ordinary plants.

This is even more unusual, but at least it won't cause any other troubles.

On the small second floor of the Zhou family, when Zhou Quan was seriously discussing with the cute plants how they appeared, there was also a person talking very seriously in the small bungalow of the old man of the Bao family.

Mr. Bao, who was leaning on the pillow and smoking a pipe, looked at his eldest son, knocked on the edge of the kang and asked, "It's not a year or a festival. It's quite strange to see you come back."

He is almost 60 years old and has become a grandfather. Bao Weiguo, whose hair is half white, smiled awkwardly and replied: "Look at what you said, Dad, I am busy with work. Besides, Ajiong I just added a younger one a few days ago, and his wife and Yue's family are busy with the younger one, so I have to help take the older one."

"I know you are always busy, so why did you take time out of your busy schedule to come back today?"

Hearing the words, Bao Weiguo approached Mr. Bao and asked, "Father, I heard that child Baoyan is back?"

"Well, I'm back."

"Well, I also heard that he hired a lot of people to repair and build the old house. He said he wanted to open some kind of homestay after it was built, right?"

Mr. Bao took a puff of cigarette when he heard the words, exhaled several puffs in a row and said, "What are you doing asking about these things? What does what this guy wants to do have anything to do with you?"

"It doesn't matter. It's our old house, left by our ancestors. Dad, you are the most senior person in the village. If there is any benefit in that house, nothing can compare to your old age."

"Advantages? What are the benefits? A broken house with almost rotten wood, you want me to live in it in the rain?"

"Oh, you can't say that. That house is an antique now, and every brick and tile may be worth a lot. You didn't read a news a few days ago. A family demolished the old house, and the wood inside was all golden silk. Worth hundreds of millions, get rich!!!”

"Don't dream in broad daylight. What did your ancestors do, and what did your ancestors do? We were in the flag back then, but there were more in the flag. What's so rare? Return the golden nanmu? I think you are A golden squash."

"Even... even if there is no golden nanmu, the stone carvings and wood carvings carved when building a house are always valuable. We can't let others take all the good things. Our surname is also Bao, and our family is also a descendant. .”

"Oh, I said that I haven't seen you for half a year. Why did you come back today? The feeling is that weasels give chicken New Year greetings. You wait here. Boy, let me tell you, I said it very clearly when I separated from your uncle. , he gave me the quota to serve as a soldier, and I gave him all the family property. Later, I went out to serve as a soldier and returned to work, and stayed in the county to hold an iron job. Your grandpa and grandma in the countryside are all taken care of by your uncle, old man Birth, old age, sickness and death are all served by him. I just come back to take care of me when I have time. When your grandma left, she said that whoever takes care of it will leave it to him. According to this, everything in the house should belong to your uncle. , as far as the bungalow your father is living in now, after I leave, Baoyan wants to take it back for you, so there is nothing to say."

"Why, this house was built by you, Dad."

"Why? Just because this homestead belongs to your uncle, he loves his younger brother, and when he gets old, he wants to make a house for his son and grandson, so he gave up a piece of land to build a house for his younger brother and younger siblings who are almost [-] years old. Damn it, why did I raise such an uneasy thing like you?"

"Dad, you're here again. I couldn't help it. Ajiong was getting married, and the woman didn't have a house and didn't do anything. You can't watch your grandson be single, right?"

"Bah, if it wasn't for worrying about the one in the baby girl's stomach, I wouldn't care if that kid has a wife or not. I've worked so hard to raise you up, it's considered my mission to be fulfilled, and I'll find my own way to do the rest."

"Dad, I..."

"Don't bullshit me, I'll make it clear to you today, the old house used to be your uncle's, and it will be Baoyan's in the future. It has nothing to do with you or me. Don't be fooled."

"Dad, it's not fair, and it's not legal. I've inquired about it. The name on the real estate certificate of the old house is still my uncle's. According to the inheritance law, you also have the right to inherit. This is the right that the law bestows on you. .”

"Fuck off, when my brother left, the old and young men of the Bao family, the village chief and the accountant of the brigade were all there. He made it very clear that the house was to be left to Baozhen. Everyone heard it, and the whole village is a witness , you don’t want to yell at me here.”

"That's just a verbal statement. Is there any evidence? Without us, there is still a chance."

When Mr. Bao heard this, he could no longer hold back the anger in his chest, and swung the cigarette stick in his hand towards his son.

"Kill you heartless thing, how kind your uncle was to you back then, if he hadn't taught you the craft with all his heart, you would have been able to get a formal job in the county government cafeteria? Now you don't want to help his child, but instead Are you still thinking about the little thing he left for the child? Take it out and let me see if it's black?"

Unexpectedly, my father would actually do it directly. Bao Weiguo avoided the cigarette stick in the old man's hand in embarrassment and said stubbornly: "Dad, why are you so partial? I am your son, and A Jiong is the eldest grandson of our family." , what right does he have to monopolize the ancestral property with the incense that a married son-in-law carries on?"

"You still say? Then I gave birth to three sons, why can your family own a house in my city? Have your younger brothers mentioned the house to you these years? Does your brother have no children or no wife? Why not? Reach out to me?"

"Dad, the second brother's child is still young, and the younger brother's family is just a girl. What do you want? Give it to someone else? A Jiong is your eldest grandson, and that is the root of our family."

"Little bastard, your father has been doing revolutionary work all his life. I don't care about boys or girls. I only know that people should be worthy of their conscience in doing things, otherwise they will be looked down upon for the rest of their lives. If you come back today and talk about the old house, then get out, I I have no time to deal with you."

"dad......."

"Are you going? If you don't, believe it or not, I'll whip you with a horsewhip?"

Knowing how bad-tempered the old man is, Bao Weiguo saw that his father already wanted to get the whip, so he had no choice but to say reluctantly, "Okay, I'll go. But Dad, what I just said Think about it carefully, I don’t really want to earn anything with Ah Huang, but I can’t let him monopolize what he should have, so it’s right to share some of it.”

Hearing this, Mr. Bao immediately jumped off the kang and went to the cabinet in the corner to look for a horsewhip.

Seeing this, Bao Weiguo immediately sped up his speed and rushed towards the door of the house.

Mr. Bao, who couldn't find the whip, was so angry that he picked up a cotton shoe on the ground and threw it at him.

Bao Weiguo hid quickly, and the cotton shoes did not hit him.

Mr. Bao, who was burning with anger, walked around the room several times with his bare feet angrily. After he calmed down a little, he shouted to the opposite room: "Bao Yan, go to the old house and call your brother Bao Yan over. , just say that I have something to look for him."

When Bao Yan was brought over by his little cousin, Mr. Bao was sitting on the edge of the kang smoking a cigarette.

Judging from the smoky atmosphere in the house, the old man should have smoked a lot during the time when his grandson was out looking for someone.

Seeing this, Baoyan raised the thick curtain of the room and put it on the door, so that the interior of the room could be ventilated quickly.

When Mr. Bao saw him coming, he first said to the curious fat grandson, "Xiao Yan, have you finished your homework? If you haven't finished it, go to it quickly. If you can't hand in your homework on Monday, the teacher will punish you again."

After sending his grandson away, the old man leaned against the wall with his waist bent and his back bent, with a haggard expression on his face.

Seeing this, Baoyan took the initiative to speak, "Grandpa, do you want me to come over?"

Hearing the words, Mr. Bao replied hoarsely: "Ah, my brother has been away for ten years. Go to the city tomorrow and change the name on the real estate certificate of the old house to yours."

He really didn't expect that the old man called him over because of this matter. Baoyan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he understood.

He frowned slightly and said, "Grandpa, did someone come to your side and say something?"

My own son actually wants to encourage himself to grab something with his eldest brother's grandson, it is really shameless to say this.

The old man smoked his cigarette pouch vigorously and replied: "Don't ask, it's embarrassing to think about it. You can go to the city tomorrow and ask. I don't know about the right of inheritance. I and the village will give you all the necessary procedures." Get out, the sooner the better, the less you will have long nights and dreams."

Baoyan is very sure now that someone must have said something to his uncle and grandpa.

Judging from what the old man said inside and out, what the man said should be related to the old mansion.

There are not many people in the village who are qualified to fight this old house. Most of them have learned cooking skills from his grandfather, and the people who eat are all taught by his grandfather. Few people can shamelessly say this.

And judging by the old man's embarrassed look, the person who advocated this doctrine must be very close to him, so that once he deleted the selection, Baoyan immediately knew who that person was.

It's no wonder that he was able to determine the target so quickly. When the uncle and grandpa came back, the village was very lively.

Although there are a lot of old people in this world, it is really rare for retired old people to give up their buildings in the city and return to their hometowns to live in bungalows.

Thinking of the relationship between that person and his uncle, Baoyan didn't say much. In order to avoid future troubles, he agreed to follow his uncle's advice.

On the way back, Baoyan's face sank like water. Anyone who knew that he was being tricked by relatives behind his back must not be in a good mood.

Especially Chef Xiang Bao, who gave up a better life and returned to the village with enthusiasm, trying to make the village a better place.

Chef Bao, who couldn't get out of his chest, walked along the mountain road until he came to the ancestral grave.

In late spring and early summer, weeds and thorns were overgrown in the hilltop cemetery, and the high and low ones almost blocked all the dirt bags and tombstones behind.

The silent Chef Bao started to clean up the graves of his grandparents and mother, using his hands without any tools. He pulled out the weeds and thorns from the cemetery one by one.

I don't know how long it took, but he cleaned up the cemetery. Looking at the weeds and thorns discarded on the ground, and looking at the wounds on his hands that were scratched by the thorns on the thorns, Chef Bao felt that he was piling up on his chest. The tone dissipated, replaced by a faint tiredness.

Sitting down on the ground, Chef Bao took out a cigarette from his pocket, but just held it in his mouth without lighting it.

He can smoke but has no cravings. Chef Bao has never smoked since he lived in the second floor of Zhou's house, because he knows that Faxiao has a good nose and hates the smell of tobacco.

Thinking of the way he just learned to smoke, and he pinched his nose and said it stinks after being discovered by the other party, the corners of Chef Bao's mouth turned up involuntarily.

The ancestral tomb of the Bao family is on the top of the mountain. From here, you can see most of the village with two surnames. You can even see the old house of the Bao family and the small second floor of the Zhou family.

When the sun was about to set, Chef Bao suddenly discovered that the chimney on the second floor of Zhou's small building was actually emitting smoke.

Zhou Zhou, is this burning the kang?

Why didn't that guy wait for him to go back and get angry? What if he singed his hair again?

Alas, but with Zhou Zhou's big-hearted temper, even if his hair was really burnt, he would just smile and say, "Look, I have curly hair like you again." .”

Thinking about it, Chef Bao laughed again. I don't know why, as long as he thinks of Zhou Zhou recently, his mood will become particularly good.

But since Zhou Zhou has already started to live on the kang, it should be getting late.

Chef Bao looked around, only to find that the light was a little dark, and it turned out that the sun had already started to set.

Taking off the cigarette in his mouth, Baozhen was about to go back home, but he didn't expect to be tripped by something just after taking a few steps.

Chef Bao who staggered looked down, and saw that the weeds he had pulled out and thrown aside had piled up at some point, entangled his ankles like vines.

Baoyan raised his long, muscular legs, shook them a few times to find they were still there, bent down and grabbed the straw-like thing and threw it away, and when he got up again, he happened to be looking at the tombstones of the elders.

Dazed for a moment, Chef Bao smiled, and he didn't know who he was talking to, "Don't worry, I just couldn't figure out some things, and I fell into it for a while. I'm connected now, and there's no need to worry about those irrelevant people." Worry, life is going well recently, and I will come to see you again when the old house is done."

On the small second floor of Zhou's house, Zhouquan raised his head and glanced at the quartz clock on the wall. It was nearly six o'clock, and it was starting to get dark, but Faxiao hadn't come back yet.

This is really unusual. You must know that in the past, Chef Bao would definitely come back after four o'clock to ensure that when Zhou Quan came back from working in the flower shed, he could have a hot meal.

Leaning on the top of the wall and taking a few glances at the old Bao's house, Zhouquan found that there was no light at all, and the noise of house renovation disappeared. It was obvious that the construction team who had been working for a day had already returned home.

There is no sound and no light, so Brother Baozhen should not go to the old house.

No one was at the old house, and the Ford Raptor was parked in the yard again. Where did Brother Baoyan go?

Jumping off the wall and jumping back to the yard, Zhouquan raised his head to look at the sky, the sun has all set now, the crescent moon and the morning star have come out, it seems that Brother Baozhen is really going to be late today.

It just so happened that he used to take care of him, and he came back to eat ready-made food every day. Let him prepare dinner tonight, so that Brother Bao, who is a chef, can also enjoy it once.

As soon as he thought of it, Zhou Quan trotted back to the house, opened the refrigerator and searched for things he could use.

The staple food is gone, and the dishes seem to be used up.

Looking at the one onion and a few sweet potatoes left in the refrigerator, Zhou Quan felt like he had nowhere to start.

I tried to peel the potatoes, but when I shredded them, I realized that my knife skills were not good enough. The shredded potatoes were thick and strong, and the thickness was uneven. Some of them were cooked and some were still raw after being put into the pot.

Of course, this kind of half-baked food can't be taken out for people to eat. After secretly disposing of the plate of shredded potatoes, Zhou Quan then made his hands on the only onion left in the refrigerator.

Scrambled eggs with onions is a delicious and easy dish, as long as the person cutting the onions doesn't rush out of the kitchen because of the heat.

Zhou Quan, who was so rushed into tears by the onion, managed to recover, stood at the door of the kitchen and looked in awe at the half-cut onion on the cutting board.

Wiping his eyes with his hands, Zhou Quan murmured, "Oh my god, we are almost catching up with the attack of biochemical weapons. It was obviously very easy when Brother Baoyan cut it. How could it be like this? Ah, it's so spicy. !!! I just wiped my eyes after I chopped an onion and forgot to wash my hands!!!"

After jumping around for a while, and successfully made a mess of the kitchen, Zhouquan squatted listlessly at the door of the Westinghouse.

After his hard work, if Brother Baozhen comes back now, not only will he not be able to enjoy delicious food, but he may also have to clean up the mess in the kitchen with him.

Don't you just want to make a meal?Why is it so difficult?

On the balcony of the room, since the showdown, the plant kings who freely appeared and played on the plants were lying on the leaves and looking at their owners curiously.

Silver Star Chlorophytum looked at Zhouquan who had almost rolled herself into a cabbage at the door, blinked and asked asparagus next to him: "Awen, why is the master squatting over there and drawing circles? He looks so spiritless, It's like I haven't been watered in ages."

The beautiful young man who was curiously exploring the surroundings glanced at the owner and said, "If you force yourself to try something you are not good at, you will fail, just like Alan, you have only leaves, but you must be stubborn. "

Silver Star Chlorophytum puffed up its small round face angrily when it heard the words. Because it envied the tall and straight branches of asparagus bamboo, it often tried to harden and straighten its long leaves. I strongly disagree.

Although the plant kings spoke very quietly, they were still heard by Zhouquan.

He tapped his palm with his fist and said, "That's right, I'm not good at cooking, why do I have to force myself? I also have things I'm good at."

As he spoke, he ran to the refrigerator, opened the freezer, and took out several bags of quick-frozen dumplings stored inside.

As a former urban white-collar worker who goes to school to eat in cafeterias and goes to work to eat takeaway, Zhou Quan, like most office workers, has a unique skill in cooking instant noodles and quick-frozen food.

Although it is not appropriate to use quick-frozen food for serving, but this is all he can cook well now. I hope that Brother Bao, who is a chef, can get used to quick-frozen dumplings.

Zhou Quan is very fortunate now, although he is not very good at cooking, he has a very picky mouth.

He will never touch something he is not satisfied with after eating it once, and this is also reflected in his shopping habits.

The quick-frozen food stored in his refrigerator is all high-quality goods that he will buy again after repeated trials. At least in terms of taste, they are basically qualified. Perfunctory.

Quick-frozen dumplings are very convenient to eat, but it still takes some skills to cook them well.

Zhou Quan poured enough water into the iron pot where the dumplings were to be boiled, and found salt and lightly sprinkled some in the water. According to his experience, more water can prevent the dumplings from sticking to each other while cooking the dumplings, while salt will prevent them from sticking together. It can strengthen the toughness of the dumpling skins so that they are not so easy to break in the soup pot.

The quick-frozen dumplings that are going to be put into the pot must not be thawed, because the water that melts out after thawing will easily make the dumplings in the bag stick together, and they will break quickly after being put into the pot.

After completing all the preparatory procedures, Zhou Quan began to fill the stove with firewood.

After more than ten minutes, small bubbles began to appear on the edge of the water where the dumplings were cooked in the iron pot. Zhou Quan put his hands on the top of the iron pot to feel the temperature, and decided that the dumplings could be put into the pot.

As a person who once cooked a pot of noodle meat soup, Zhou Quan now knows very well that the water must not be boiled when cooking quick-frozen dumplings. After the water is boiled, the dumplings in the pot are very easy to be cooked and the fillings will be raw.

After the dumplings were put into the pot, Zhou Quan stopped filling the stove with firewood, because he wanted to keep the medium-low fire and slowly simmer the dumplings in the pot.

While watching the fire, Zhou Quan gently turned the dumplings in the pot with a spoon to prevent them from sticking to each other or sticking to the pot when the dough was half-cooked.

When the dumpling water in the whole pot boiled, Zhouquan poured a bowl of cold water to let the temperature in the pot cool down slightly.

After repeating this three times, all the dumplings in the pot were discolored and floated on the top layer of the iron pot.

The floating of the dumplings is the proof that they have been cooked. In order to ensure the taste is complete, I waited for a few minutes to make sure that all the dumplings were cooked, and then I picked them up with a strainer and put them on the plate.

After the dumplings are cooked, the most important dipping sauce cannot be sloppy.

Zhouquan used to solve all problems directly with a bottle of dumpling soy sauce, but today he doesn't want to do that.

It is already very helpless to serve quick-frozen dumplings as a snack to a chef. How can you not be careful with such an important supporting role as dipping sauce?

Returning to the kitchen, Zhou Quan looked at the whole row of soy sauces on the seasoning compartment, and based on some impressions that accompanied the purchase, he picked out three kinds of sauces for use.

"Uh, I remember what Brother Baoyan said when he was shopping. This kind of soy sauce can be used as a base, and the strong sauce in the small glass bottle can be used to enhance the aroma. The one with a high mouth is often used It’s here to add freshness, but I remember Brother Baoyan said that it’s very salty, so a little bit is fine when you use it.”

After the soy sauce was finished, Zhou Quan didn't like sour food, so he was the only one who could accept some rice vinegar when dipping.

Chef Po is the opposite, he likes sour taste very much, especially old vinegar is his favorite.

In view of this, I decided not to add vinegar for now, and when Fa Xiao came back, everyone added it according to their own tastes.

I took a few cloves of garlic and put it in the sauce, stirred it with a spoon and tasted it, well, it was very delicious.

"It seems that I am also very talented, but what I just did just happened to be something I am not good at."

Grabbing two bottles of vinegar with the dipping sauce, Zhou Quan said so happily as he walked out.

When Baoyan returned to the second floor of Zhou's small house, as soon as he opened the door, he could smell the smell of food floating in the room.

Chef Bao, who knew very well that there was nothing left at home, was in a daze at this moment.

This smell should be dumplings, but Bao Yan, who is very familiar with his own cooking skills, knows that the other party will never be able to cook this kind of thing.

Don't say anything about mixing stuffing and rolling the skin, even the most basic addition of water and noodles can stop Zhou Zhou.

But soon he remembered the pile of quick-frozen food of various brands in the refrigerator freezer, and immediately knew how the aroma of dumplings came from.

Hearing a sound from the door, Zhouquan raised the curtain and came out from the back room, excitedly said to Chef Bao, "Brother Baoyan, you are back, I cooked dumplings, do you want to try the freshly cooked dumplings?"

As he spoke, Zhou Quan pulled the other party into the room. On the short kang table were several plates of dumplings, bowls and chopsticks, and prepared dipping sauce.

Baoyan looked at this picture in a daze, how many years had no one specially cooked something for him?

From the moment he picked up the kitchen knife and walked into the kitchen, everyone around him acquiesced that he was a chef, and cooking and stir-frying was what he should do.

After all, he is a professional and his cooking is delicious.

Gradually, even Baoyan himself accepted this default, no matter it was a party or something else, he would always take the initiative to walk into the kitchen and cook delicious dishes for everyone.

This is the case at work, and it is basically the same in private. He is used to seeing everyone eating happily after serving the dishes on the table.

This instant dumpling meal was probably the first time in more than ten years that someone specially cooked something for him, not in other restaurants, but at home.

This feeling is really great. Being cared for and cared for really makes people feel warmer than being needed.

Before he even had time to take off his coat, Baoyan rolled up his sleeves and picked up the bowl and chopsticks. He picked up a dumpling and dipped it in a little bit of sauce, but the dumpling just out of the pan was hot and hot, so he just bit into it.

Zhou Quan, who was sitting on the edge of the kang, looked at his hair nervously and expectantly, his expression was like that of a primary school student waiting for the teacher in charge to announce his test results.

"How is it? Is it delicious? I made the dipping sauce according to the method of using soy sauce you taught."

"Well, it's not bad, please use the mature vinegar over there."

After getting the affirmation from the professionals, Zhou Quan said with a smile on his face: "I have cooked two flavors, one is beef and the other is three delicacies, but because they are all cooked together, they are all mixed up. Whatever you eat is fine."

Zhou Quan picked up his chopsticks and picked up the dumplings and tasted them.

"Both raw and cooked are just right. It seems that my craftsmanship has not deteriorated. Next time I cook other brands for you to eat. I bought a lot before and kept them in the refrigerator. Now I will also use the various bottles and jars in the kitchen. gone."

Upon hearing this, Chef Bao stuffed another dumpling into his mouth and said while chewing, "Okay, I like meat stuffing."

Zhou Quan, who thinks he has mastered the secrets of the kitchen preparation area, actually doesn't know that his stack of soy sauce dipping is actually far from professional ones.

Anyone who has been in the kitchen knows that even if the same material is used, different people will have different tastes.

You can tell that the dipping sauce is a layman's method once you taste it. The amount of seasoning soy sauce is too small to bring out the aroma of the sauce, and the freshening soy sauce is used too much, resulting in the overall taste of the sauce being sweet. Salty, so it can't balance the taste of dumplings.

But such a sauce with no skills and even a problem with the basic ratio, paired with a few plates of quick-frozen dumplings that can be bought in any supermarket, made Chef Bao appetizing and happy.

For Chef Bao who eats all over the world, there are very few foods that can make him feel warm again, but this quick-frozen dumpling that I sent out today did just that.

Both of them ate this dinner very comfortably, Chef Bao felt that he was full of happiness, while Zhou Quan was immersed in the joy of successful anti-feeding.

However, this kind of joy did not last long. When he was in charge of clearing the table, he came to the kitchen with the plate and saw the leftovers in the cutting board and the trash can. Then he remembered that there seems to be a mess here. .

The guilty Zhouquan hadn't had time to destroy the 'criminal evidence', when he turned around, he saw Fa Xiaozhan, who was going to help him wash the dishes, looking stunned outside the prescription.

Holding the plate, he smiled awkwardly, and said with some stumbles: "This...this can be explained, that...you know that I'm not very good at cooking, so I came out It was a bit of an accident, it was really just an accident...."

Inside the room, the asparagus in the green gown covered Yinxing Chlorophytum's eyes with his hands, and while taking him back, he said, "Although I don't want to complain about the master, you can't imitate the master, Alan."

Having made a mess in the kitchen, and being disgusted by the plants I grow:  …

The disgusted Zhouquan strode out of the kitchen, stood at the door of the west room and glared at the two plants.

When he turned back to the kitchen, he found that the messy kitchen had been cleaned up.

Chef Bao, who was standing by the cutting board, put the chopped onions on the plate and said, "Save these chopped onions for tomorrow morning."

Looking at the figure of the other party busy in the kitchen, Zhou Quan inexplicably felt a little hot on his face.

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously with his hands, why did he have a feeling of being pampered?

Well, an illusion, it must be an illusion.