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An Xiaomu and her sons

The footsteps in May suddenly moved a lot closer, and it was An Xiaomu's birthday in one day.Although An Xiaomu was depressed for several days because of En Xiaoju's absence, Yuan Baobao said that he would take care of An Xiaomu instead of En Xiaoju.In fact, Baby Yuan knew that En Xiaoyu was leaving a long time ago. On the night she wrote the letter, En Xiaoyu approached Wang Yuan and told Yuan Baobao the news that she was leaving. It wasn't much of a shock to leave without saying goodbye.En Xiaoyu said that she needs unbridled freedom and wild pursuit, and En Xiaoyu told Wang Yuan to take good care of An Xiaomu and take care of An Xiaomu instead of her.God knows how worried En Xiaoru is about An Xiaomu, and An Xiaomu doesn't know anything about En Xiaoru, let alone Wang Yuan and En Xiaoru's secrets.Poor she has been kept in the dark...

An Xiaomu's mood today is the best in the past few days. She came out of the supermarket with big and small bags. Those bags were full of snacks, vegetables, meat and recipes.An Xiaomu made up her mind to learn to cook today, ahem, ahem, although she has cooked before, such as fried ground eggs, fried long beans, stewed corn, stewed eggs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, etc. Yes, but people want to look at high places, and she is no exception!

As soon as she got home, An Xiaomu sat on the sofa and studied the recipes. Although it's not a good habit to make a surprise attack, An Xiaomu couldn't help but want to do a surprise attack. Looking at a recipe, she looked like grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, sitting in various postures.

However, after watching An Xiaomu for so long, it seemed that he didn't have much experience. An Xiaomu said - dreams are necessary, what if you run into a ghost?

As the saying goes: It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.An Xiaomu understood this deeply, and she put the ingredients step by step according to the steps written in the book.But the gap between imagination and reality is immeasurable!

Because, when she saw the dishes in her pot, she scratched her head, what just happened?

Just 15 minutes ago, An Xiaomu turned on the gas stove, heated up the pot, and cut the ginger at the same time. When she saw the hot steam on the pot, she carefully poured oil and put the ginger in. Mu then ran 1 meter away and exploded ginger. It was a scary QAQ. When the sound subsided, she immediately poured the cabbage that had been washed into the pot, and the sound of "crackling" came to An Xiaomu's ears. An Xiaomu picked up the shovel and started frying the vegetables in fear. Before she could turn the vegetables over, the oil jumped onto her hand. An Xiaomu subconsciously shook off the shovel, hurried to the sink, and turned the water to the maximum. The flow speed washed the wound, she smelled an unpleasant smell and hurried to the pot, and was shocked to find that the side of the cabbage that touched the pot was burnt.Her heart is almost broken!

"Sorry, my cabbage, three small cabbages for 10 yuan! My beloved son! Let mom see what's wrong with you?" An Xiaomu wailed while wiping away tears. 【Baicai: "It's annoying, why does this man recognize his son everywhere!"】

"What are you mumbling about?" Seeing that the door of An Xiaomu's house was open, Yan Lan walked into An Xiaomu's house openly.

An Xiaomu's heart muscle was still infarcted, and she couldn't accept the scene of the cabbage being destroyed for a moment, and she still hadn't recovered from it: "My 10 yuan, it's gone like this!"

Seeing An Xiaomu's painful expression, Yan Lan was stunned: "Have thieves entered your house? No wonder it's such a mess."

"Fart, thieves just broke into your house." When An Xiaomu heard this, her anger instantly went up. Why didn't she just cook something!As for it!

"According to what you said, World War III broke out in your house?" Yan Lan saw the reason for the chaos in An Xiaomu's house. She picked up the recipe on the floor, and the recipe turned to a page. An Xiaomu went to Soup that you can't make even if you die, "How do you drop it? Make black chicken soup? Shall I try it?"

An Xiaomu could hardly control her emotions. She was mourning her cabbage just now. It's fine for Yan Lan to spoil the atmosphere. It's so nagging. Treat her as a beckoning cat: "You're sick! Come in! knock on the door,"