There is a pregnant woman at home

Stir-fried beef with celery, shredded potatoes with vinegar, tomato and egg drop soup, and a cold cucumber—this is the menu for me and Ji Luojue tonight, if it can be made successfully.

Ji Luojue took the apron and tied it around her waist in a decent manner, and rolled up the sleeve of her jacket to the elbow in two or three times. After turning her head to look at me, she came over and rolled up the cuff of my intact left arm.

I don't understand: "Aren't you cooking, what are you doing with my sleeve?"

She raised her eyelids and glanced at me, and replied lightly: "You are idle if you are idle. If there is something you can do, do what you have to do."

I can't laugh or cry: I still have to work after this, Miss Ji is really impersonal.

Everything was ready, she stared at the ingredients on the counter for a while, then turned to look at me: "What should I do first?"

Didn't you cook, and now ask me again?I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it out of my mouth. According to her young lady's temperament of being unreasonable and disturbing, I can't take advantage of it.

"Choose the celery first, and wash the rest after a while."

She didn't speak. She took the celery and lowered her head to choose it. She suddenly stopped and turned to look at me and said, "It should be fine for you to wash the vegetables, or chop them?"

I smiled wryly and raised my only intact left arm: "Do you think my remaining hand should be used to hold a knife or vegetables?"

"Then, is it okay to beat eggs? I heard that many people cook eggs with one hand."

She glanced at me speechlessly, with contemptuous eyes, as if she had been cooking for me, a kitchen novice, for so long.

I silently bent down and took out a bowl, put it on the counter, and turned around to open the refrigerator to get eggs without saying a word.

Only then did Miss Ji nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and went to choose vegetables.

Fortunately, the skill of cracking eggs with one hand is not too difficult. For me who has lived alone for several years, it is a piece of cake.After three or two clicks, I turned around and was about to ask Chef Ji if he had any other orders, when I looked up, I saw her throwing the celery...stalks I just picked into the trash can.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, I bent down and tried my best to fish with my remaining left hand, only barely able to save the celery that was almost killed in battle.

Turning my head to look at the pile of tender green celery leaves on the counter, I really don't know what to say.

"Celery eats the stalk, okay? Although the leaves can be eaten, but I haven't heard of anyone throwing the celery stalk away?"

Miss Ji was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then she looked up at me with a straight face: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Don't all other vegetables eat leaves, why is it an exception when it comes to it?"

Whether it's an exception or not, it's not up to me... Well, it's my fault... I shouldn't agree to you cooking this meal, how about ordering a takeaway?

Fortunately, after some small twists and turns, all the vegetables were washed smoothly and placed on the chopping board.

"How?" Ji Luojue turned to look at me again.

Uh... Put the tomato juice at the end, and I will have to control the difficulty of "juice flying" when the cucumber is patted. Then, let's cut the celery first.

I took a piece of celery with one hand and placed it on the cutting board, motioning for her to bring the knife.

"Cut it straight down at an angle, about three to four centimeters a section."

"Slanted?" She raised her eyes and looked at me: "How to cut it? What do you mean by three or four centimeters? Do you need to find a ruler to measure it first?"

I was speechless: "This is just an approximate number. Anyway, the size of your cuts is uniform. It doesn't matter if it's too long or too short. As for how to tilt it... well, you come to support the vegetables, and I'll make a demonstration first."

Ji Luojue exchanged places with me very obediently. After watching me raise the knife to demonstrate, she parted the corner of her mouth and smiled softly: "That's it, it's simple. But why do you have to cut obliquely so that it can be cut in sections? It’s not enough to fry it in a pot? It’s really nothing to look for.”

Now I feel troublesome. When you were eating before, you always thought that my potatoes were not cut finely enough, and the tofu was not evenly cut. Why did the standard drop so much when I came here? Just cut it and throw it in the pot?

Although I thought so in my heart, I still explained in a good-tempered manner: "It's not unreasonable to cut it diagonally and it is easy to taste."

Miss Ji glanced at me, and finally said nothing, obediently cut up the celery, and finished the tomato with two or three strokes.Fortunately, the beef was cut beforehand, otherwise our dinner would have really turned into breakfast.

I patted the cucumber in a "one-armed man" posture, only to find that the potatoes hadn't been processed yet.Counting on Miss Ji to cut out thin and well-proportioned silk is almost a no-brainer. Fortunately, there is another magic weapon in this world—a silk grater.

The peeled potatoes are somewhat smooth on the outside, and the round body always feels unsteady in the hand.When I finished the demonstration and handed it to Ji Luojue, I couldn't help but reminded a few more words: "Hold on firmly, or you will easily hurt your hands, you can wipe slowly, anyway, don't worry."

While wiping, she turned to look at me: "Why, I'm afraid I'll hurt my hand, I'm so stupid... ah..."

I was startled, and went up to grab her hand without saying a word: "Have you wiped your hands? Where is it? Seriously, show me quickly..."

She stared at me intently for a long time, then suddenly raised her lips and smiled: "I'm just joking, I think it scared you. Why, are you so afraid of getting hurt?"

I withdrew my hand in embarrassment, listening to her teasing tone full of smiles, I always felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.

After all the ingredients were processed, more than an hour had passed.Fortunately, we started early. If we count it, we can have dinner before eight o'clock... right?

Hot and sour potato shreds should be an easier dish than tomato scrambled eggs. Ji Luojue is so smart...it should be able to handle it...

"Put the oil in the pan, heat it up and put the Chinese prickly ash, green onion, ginger and garlic..."

"What counts as hot?" Ji Luojue stared at the frying pan and asked me, and when I turned around, I saw that the frying pan had started to smoke.

"Just do it now, put it in quickly, and put all the seasonings in."

In a hurry, I tossed the onion, ginger, and garlic that had been cut on the chopping board, and while telling her to stir fry with a shovel, I picked up the shredded potatoes that had been rinsed with clean water and poured them into the pot.

There was some undrained water in the dish. After encountering the hot oil, it jumped out like fleeing for life. I just wanted to remind Ji Luojue to stay away from being burned, but I didn’t expect her young lady’s legs to retreat subconsciously. At the same time, the empty With a random pull of my left hand——with a dazed face, I stood between her and the frying pan.

A pregnant person can still be so agile... It seems that I really underestimated her...

The oil spots are still bouncing, and a few drops have already splashed onto my neck, which is slightly open.

A faint burnt smell hit my face, and I was speechless and turned to look at Ji Luojue: "Miss, you should stir fry it, otherwise, can this dish still be eaten?"

When she recalled it, she inevitably gave me another look: "Didn't you say it earlier?"

Stir-fry, stir-fry, can you cook without frying?This also needs me to remind?

Ji Luojue supported my shoulder with one hand, hid half of her body behind, and only stretched out her right arm to stir fry a few times accurately and quickly.

Fortunately, shredded potatoes are easy to cook. While adding seasoning, I kept reminding her not to stop stir-frying. After two or three minutes, a plate of vinegared shredded potatoes with a slight burnt smell came out of the pot after all kinds of difficulties. .

Of course, the one who has gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers is absolutely impossible to be Miss Ji, and it is not the dark and unsightly potato shreds, but the speechless and sad self - after so many years of frying potato shreds, this It was the first time to be splashed with oil.

When it came to stir-fried beef with celery, I finally learned my lesson and gained some experience.The celery was also washed not long ago, and it was necessary to bring water drops. As soon as it was out of the pot, I very presciently raised the lid of the pot to block it in front of me.

Ji Luojue looked at me with a face full of surprise: "You can prevent being splashed like this, why didn't you say so earlier?"

I gave her an annoyed look: "Now that you know, well, if I give you the lid of the pot, then don't I have to stop it?"

"Forget it, the pot lid is so small, it can't be blocked tightly by you."

I knew the answer must be like this!That's why I gave you the lid of the pot first without asking for trouble!

As soon as the beef was out of the pot, I noticed Ji Luojue frowned and covered her mouth suddenly.

"What's the matter, are you okay?" I was full of worry, but I didn't want her eldest lady to let go of her mouth and nose for a while and look up at me: "Why, are you afraid that my spit here will affect your food?"

Heaven and earth conscience, I just care about you, okay?Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it.

A few minutes later, the stir-fried beef with celery came out of the pot smoothly. Although the beef looked a little old, the heat of the celery seemed to be a little bit low, and because the old smoked too much, the color... oh, forget it, anyway Anyway, I'm familiar...

When it comes to the tomato and egg drop soup, I finally don’t need to act as a splash guard anymore. In order to make the taste light, I didn’t put a drop of oil in the soup, just boil the water and put the ingredients in it.

Put the tomatoes, seaweed, eggs, and chopped green onion into the pot, and finally put salt and a very small amount of chicken essence. Before the pot, Ji Luojue scooped up a spoon and put it in his mouth. After tasting, he was very satisfied Nodded: "Yes, very good."

sure?Or because you did it yourself, all the judgment standards have been lowered to the bottom without limit?

When the food was on the table, Ji Luojue took off her apron and rubbed her waist. Only then did I notice the obvious tiredness on her face.After standing upright with a big belly for more than two hours, it's no wonder her body couldn't bear it.

"How are you, are you okay?"

She glanced at me lightly: "It's okay."

We sat down on both sides of the table, and Ji Luojue thoughtfully helped me put the rice and soup in front of me, and proudly raised her chin and pointed to the dishes on the table: "Okay, let's try it." Said After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "Don't say it's not delicious."

Isn't this a strong buy and sell?However, I can't vent my anger on a pregnant woman who has worked so hard to cook for you for half a day, so I replied with a smile: "Okay, got it."

Lifting the chopsticks, I picked up the nearest shredded potato and chewed it in my mouth. The taste...is not bad...

"How is it?" Ji Luojue was full of anticipation.

I nodded and said honestly: "Although the appearance is not very good, but in my conscience, it is quite delicious."

"Really?"

I nodded, and Ji Luojue had a happy smile on her face. After a while, she pretended to be calm and glanced up at me: "I just said that cooking is not a problem for me at all, right?!"