Monster Dad's Parenting Notes

What? "

"And... sugar?"

"More than that?"

"This... I can't remember the names of those things... But Sister Nightingale must have put them all in the kitchen, I'm sure I can find them there!"

After Wen Renxuwang finished speaking, he was about to run to the kitchen, not forgetting to see if Mr. Dong Guo and Yi Zhilu were nearby, maybe they could help him and tell him what ingredients should be used to make the stuffing of custard buns.

In the kitchen, Wen Renxuwang continued to be dumbfounded. There were a table of seasonings, a cabinet of ingredients, and there were dozens of types of flour alone. The bags said high-gluten flour, low-gluten flour, medium-gluten flour, buckwheat flour, and corn flour. Wait, Wen Renxuwang can't remember what kind of flour he used to make steamed stuffed buns in the past. All he knows is that the boss who bought the flour told him to bring a bag of flour for steamed stuffed buns and the other party handed it to him. Now he can only walk back and forth. Do it in a hurry.

"Xiaowang, the steps are wrong."

The skeleton opened a white cabinet, and Wen Renxu guessed that there was a little snow demon sleeping inside, because the skeleton opened the door and a child was yelling to close it, it was so hot.The bones ignored him. He took a piece of yellow grease from the top of the cabinet and put it in an outdoor pot. The door was opened and closed for a while, making the little snow demon almost cry. Then he poured all-purpose flour on the cleaned table, added water and yeast Knead the dough.

"Daddy, I'll knead the dough! I've agreed to make custard buns."

"Okay, Xiaowang is so good, so let's let Xiaowang do it." A small stool was moved for Wen Renxuwang's feet. The good dough turned into shapeless and sticky sticky hands.

Why can't this face be kneaded into the original shape?

Is it because my father is watching from the side, causing me to be shy and flustered, or... because my strength is not enough...

The half-flour-like and half-slushy dough almost rolled to the ground when he was distracted. The skeleton who was guarding the side seemed to know that this kind of thing would happen, and hooked the dough with his hands.

"Let me make the noodles. Xiao Wang, you go and beat the butter until smooth. The thing made of a few wires is called an egg beater. You can use that."

In a depressed mood, I hugged the butter that had melted at room temperature. In fact, this work still took a lot of effort, and of course it took less than kneading dough.

Wen Renxu peeked at the skeleton with his mouth pouted. His waist-length hair was neatly combed into a ponytail. He was still wearing a ragged robe that was easy to work with. His sleeves were rolled up high, and his exposed arms were strong and powerful. The skin looks whiter than flour. If it is not so white and transparent, most people will definitely regard the skeleton as a voluptuous ghost who escaped from the underworld.

Skeleton hummed an unknown song, and joked with Wen Renxuwang from time to time. The difficult-to-handle dough became smooth after a while in his hands. Wen Renxuwang was sure that there was absolutely no powder in it. It is something that requires enough arm strength to do.

Look at my arm again, it's soft...flesh, and the skin is smooth...tender, but no matter how you look at it, it's the arm of a kid, it's impossible to support a piece of blue sky, while disappointed, the egg stirrer Stuck by the butter, Wen Renxu saw that the strength was too weak, a pot of butter flew out together with the egg beater and hit the ground crackling. Fortunately, it was a metal pot, but it was deformed and not broken.

Wen Renxuwang, the child who did something wrong, bit his finger in grievance. He didn't want to mess things up, but nothing went smoothly.

"Xiao Wang, let's wait for the butter to melt before mixing. Ah! Why are you crying!"

"I'm not crying anymore, I just got flour in my eyes just now."

Skeleton looked at the dough, let it ferment by itself, then picked up the pot to see that the butter was not dirty, so he picked up Wen Renxu and held his hand and began to stir the butter.

"Come on, Xiao Wang, add sugar and eggs, and then we will make it together."

"By the way, that's it. My Xiaowang is really good. Add those milk powder and custard powder. Now it's a bit difficult to stir, but Xiaowang did a good job. You can see that the powder is broken up by you. Such a stuffing It will be delicious."

The big hand held the small hand, the palms were pressed against the backs of the hands, the warm body of the skeleton was behind him, and the rare and earnest teaching voice of the skeleton was next to his ears. An indescribable emotion rose from the bottom of Wen Renxuwang's heart, and he hoped that this moment would last forever.

No matter how good the time is, the stuffing of custard buns was steamed in a pan for later use. Only then did Wen Renxuwang realize that he was planning to make something for the bones, and it turned out that the bones were making it. The self-satisfaction generated by closeness dissipates in an instant.

"Xiao Wang, go and ask Mr. Dong Guo what kind of steamed stuffed buns they want to eat. My noodles seem to be too mixed. Instead of making your favorite steamed stuffed buns, let's make some steamed stuffed buns they like."

Promising, Wen Renxuwang swept his tail and walked towards Mr. Dong Guo's house.

I really want to have strength...

Looking at his little hand, this thought became more and more intense, and he didn't even notice that he bumped into Nightingale accidentally.Clutching his sore nose, Wen Renxu looked up and saw Nightingale with red and swollen eyes clasped hands and looking at him with extreme sincerity, almost knelt down on the spot.

"Xiao Wang, I have something to ask you. It just so happens that that matter is very simple for you. In exchange, I will tell you everything Mr. Bones likes."

Tempted by the conditions offered by Nightingale, Wen Renxuwang agreed without thinking.

42 The Cangya on the Tip of the Tongue (Big Mistake)

Delicious steamed stuffed buns, delicious soup, and roasted meat wrapped in fragrant vegetables. Without Nightingale cooking, the skeleton family still ate very well.

"Speak quickly! How is my uncle's craftsmanship?"

Guixianren took out a silver spoon and threw it into the soup, and took out a silver needle and stuck it into the steamed stuffed bun. Seeing that none of the silver products had turned black, he took out a long and thin silver hairpin from somewhere to wrap the roast meat They strung together, and then the right eyelid twitched, smelling the smell of meat and wondering if he had been hit by an illusion.

"Gui Xianren! Is my uncle's craftsmanship so unbearable!"

"It's better to be careful in everything... Especially for a guy like you who cooks for the first time, of course you have to be careful."

"What! How dare you underestimate me, I am determined to participate in the Eastern Land Continent on the tip of my tongue and become the next head of China!"

All the demons silently wondered what the Chinese Great Master was, and what the Dongtu Continent finger was on the tip of their tongues, but Skeleton was only busy stuffing something that the Guixian thought was poisonous into the Guixian's mouth, and had no intention of explaining it at all. I had to wait for the Guixianren to finish testing the poison before starting.

A soup dumpling was stuffed into his mouth. Due to the wrong posture of eating, Guixianren's face was stained with soup. He thought he would spit it out, but Guixianren stayed as if he had been immobilized. in place.

Is it possible that the food made by Mr. Bones is so poisonous that the Guixian immediately turned into a fairy?Before the little spider shed tears, Gui Xianren's yells resounded all over Cangya.

"It's delicious! It doesn't make sense!"

All the things that had been experimented with by silver products were snatched by Guixianren, especially the large skewers of barbecued meat. Seeing that Guixianren became so crazy, the other little demons also rushed up and snatched all the food on the table. Squinting at them, he, who was always looking at the bones, had already put away what he needed to take before the dishes were on the table. Mr. Dong Guo, who was beside him, was happily enjoying the steamed buns he ordered, mouthful one by one.

"Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?"

Yi Zhilu took a bite of the vegetable bag and quickly put the rest of the vegetable bag into his pocket, and turned his elbow to the dazed Wen Renxu who was next to him.

"Hurry up and eat it! If you don't eat the food made by your father, it will be gone!"

"Ah... yeah..."

The food made by Dad is delicious, at least [-] times more delicious than the food made by Wen Renxuwang. Wen Renxuwang was full of praise for the craftsmanship of the skeleton when he was the first to taste it, but the current situation completely deviates from his Initially envisioned.

"Has Xiaowang stopped eating? I specially reserved bean paste buns for you, because you said you don't like custard buns."

"I ate it, I ate a lot, and my stomach is bulging."

Wen Renxuwang patted his little belly after he finished speaking. His chubby belly made him feel like a little fat pig. When he was surrounded by bones and begged for criticism, he said helplessly that the buns with red bean paste were too sweet.

"Oh, it turns out it's sweet, it really is."

Blissfully took a bite of the custard bun, the taste was indeed too sweet, and the skeleton attributed this to Wen Renxu watching to help sweeten his heart, so he added more candies that represent happiness.

The communication between father and son is so simple, no matter how big the awkwardness was before, it will always be because you can't let me go, and I can't get back together without you.It is the best time to be with someone who likes to cherish. When the skeleton is doing something, he can see Wenren Xuwang with flour sticking to the tip of his nose fighting the dough, which makes him very satisfied.

Wen Ren Xuwang is Wen Ren Xuwang, he is not a little fox, but he is still by his side.What matters is not how much the other party does for you, but whether being with him can produce a sense of satisfaction.

So no matter how many sad things happen, the bones can still feel the taste of happiness. Even the monsters chased the bones unanimously and asked the bones to wrap the future meals. The bones almost agreed to sell themselves as a chef. Fortunately, the wolf is wise. , Contributed a few little buns to interrupt the words of those monsters, and then the bones slowly realized the seriousness of the situation and slapped haha.

It's a pity that people are different, and their thinking is also different. Wen Renxuwang looked at the skeleton and bit the milk yellow bag and sighed inwardly. Why can't he always do what he wants to do?

If I grow up a little more, I will have a little more power