The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"It's the third prize anyway..." Meng Lang could only comfort himself.

Seven numbers and fourteen digits, ten thousand yuan. No matter how you say your autobiography, it is very close to a thousand dollars. No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat!

As for why the winning number can be incited by my little butterfly...

Forget it, knowing too much is not good for you.

"Ahem! I'll go in and see if there's anything I can do to help."

Meng Lang felt the second harm to himself from the joyful atmosphere in the room, and decisively found an excuse to escape to the kitchen.

"Hey! You..." Lin Haitang seemed to want to stop him, but Meng Lang had already gotten into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Xiao Yu is wearing a small apron and cooking a braised pork on a small bench. The aroma of the food in the kitchen makes people eat it with their index fingers.

Seeing Meng Lang suddenly walking in, Xiao Yu turned her head.

"Uncle, why did you come in? Go and sit down. You'll be fine soon."

Meng Lang couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw the little girl was sweating slightly on her forehead but skillfully frying a portion of braised pork.

If my unlucky little sister were half as well-behaved and sensible as someone else, I could pamper her to heaven...

"I'm here to see if I can help. I can't cook, so I can still help."

Seeing Meng Lang's resolute attitude, Xiao Yu frowned and seemed a little reluctant.

"Uncle, please help me knead some dough. The staple food for lunch is noodles."

"okay!"

To knead dough, wouldn’t it be enough to have hands?

Xiaoyu went out carrying the freshly cooked dishes. Meng Lang walked to the chopping board and was about to roll up his sleeves and knead the dough when he was suddenly stunned.

I didn't notice it just now, but now I scanned it like this and found that the things in the kitchen were compared with those in the living room.

Oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, pots and pans are arranged neatly.

Even the handles of several kitchen knives are all tilted upward at 45°, looking up at the sky, like a military parade.

Lin Haitang... doesn't look like he often enters the kitchen.

emm…

Because of Tristin.

Holding back his laughter, Meng Lang washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves and started kneading the dough.

However, anyone who knows how to cook knows that kneading dough may seem simple, but actually it is not that easy.

After kneading for a while, I felt that the dough seemed to be getting harder and harder.

"Do I need to add water at this time?"

Meng Lang had only seen pigs running away, and he was a little worried, but he kept moving his hands, rubbing...

Huh? Feeling something?

After adding some water, my hand movements became more and more proficient. I used my palms at first, and then slowly started to use my wrists. The force became more skillful, as if I had kneaded dough like this countless times.

【I'm home? Are you hungry? I'll give you a bowl of noodles...]

I don't know what happened, but strange and familiar pictures suddenly flashed through my mind.

By some strange coincidence, Meng Lang's hand reached out to a piece of pork on the cooking table...

…

"Tuk-tuk-tuk! Tuk-tuk-tuk!"

When Xiaoyu took the dishes out and walked back to the kitchen, he heard a crisp and sharp sound of kitchen knives in the kitchen.

Xiao Yu walked to the door in confusion and saw Meng Lang holding a knife in his right hand. He was chopping meat very skillfully with standard posture and fast speed.

"Um?"

Didn’t the uncle say that his cooking skills are terrible?

Your cooking skills are terrible, but your knife skills are so good?

Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei saw Xiao Yu standing motionless at the door of the kitchen for a long time. They looked at each other in confusion and then ran over to take a look.

The next moment, the mouths of the two big and one small opened neatly into an O shape...

I saw a man in the kitchen pouring diced meat into a bowl of cooking wine.

Soak for about three seconds, take it out immediately, then chop the diced meat into uniform particles the size of mung beans with a flash of knife.

After taking it out, the oil is just heated, add the meat, lift the pot, and drain away the water.

"Wow~"

Add salt, soybean oil and a spoonful of flavor-enhancing sauce, wrap the meat cubes, and toss to coat.

Until all the wrapped sauce is evenly integrated into the meat, the meat spits out oil, the meat is crispy and fragrant, and the color is golden brown.

Pour it into a large bowl, the hot oil sizzles, and the crispy golden meat is steaming with white steam.

Suddenly the whole house was filled with the smell of sour seeds.

"Bang! Bang!" The dough fell on the chopping board, increasing the texture of the noodles.

Then it’s time to roll, fold, and cut the noodles, all in one go!

Add salt, soy sauce, vinegar, red oil, sesame oil, bean sprouts, and a spoonful of fresh soup that has been simmered for a long time. Throw the noodles into the pot and let out bursts of aroma.

After a while, pick up the noodles and put them in the bowl the next moment.

"Wow~" Pour on the sauteed seeds, half of the red chili oil and two slices of green vegetables, and a burst of aroma hits your nostrils.

emm…

Looking at the masterpiece he had made in front of him, and then at his own hands, Meng Lang fell into deep confusion...

Is this...did I do this?

The second time.

If that time at the bar might have been a hallucination, how would you explain it today?

Judging from the quality of this bowl of noodles, my culinary skills have skyrocketed from the Stone Age to diamonds. Is it just one step away from becoming a king?

I was definitely not fighting alone just now!

Zhuangzhou Mengdie, butterfly Meng Zhuangzhou.

He could hardly tell whether he was Zhuang Zhou or Meng Die.

Can two consciousnesses in parallel time and space actually meet in the same time and space?

What if the parallel lines do not intersect?

Identical twins are said to be able to communicate spiritually half a world apart.

Could it be that I have become a signal tower and can receive my own consciousness signals from parallel time and space?

Am I going to develop into a "super-dimensional radio wave clan"?

…

Living room dining table.

Lin Haitang picked up a noodle with chopsticks with a puzzled look on his face.

The thin noodles are transparent on the outside and slightly yellow on the inside. The sesame seeds poured on top are crispy and crispy, but the taste is not worth mentioning. At least the color and fragrance are not faulty at all.

This shouldn't be the case...

Could it be that the pot of indescribable things I saw in his room last time was actually an illusion?

"I didn't expect you to be good at cooking. It seems like that. Let me try it first."

Yan Weiwei picked up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks a few times and then mixed them evenly. The red oil coated the noodles and she picked up a pair of chopsticks.

The bright red chili oil on the noodles is dripping red, and there are small pieces of browned pork jelly, which makes people very appetizing.

As soon as the face entered the room, Yan Weiwei's eyes widened.

"Ugh! That's awesome!"

The noodles have the slightly sweet taste of wheat itself. As soon as you put it into your mouth, the spiciness of the red oil base has already begun to stimulate your taste buds, but then there is a fragrance that fills the air, which is the taste of crushed peanuts.

Xiaoyu also took a bite. Considering that children should not have too strong tastes, her bowl was a slightly spicy version specially made by Meng Lang.

After taking a bite, Xiao Yu also looked shocked, and then said aggrievedly.

"Uncle, didn't you tell me you can't cook? How could you lie to a child?"

Meng Lang scratched his head, his expression a little unnatural. "Well... this is probably the only thing I'm good at."

Lu Kexin is from Xishan, and this is the best one.

They had been married for eighteen years, and every time she came home late, this was what Meng Lang made for him.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, not to mention there is a lot of love in it?

Lin Haitang immediately heard the overtone of the words. She held her chin with one hand and said thoughtfully, "What do you mean by this? There seems to be a story in it?"

Let me guess, you are obviously from the south. Even if you want to learn cooking, you are unlikely to choose a northern cuisine.

Could it be... that you learned it for the person you like?

Moreover, this person should be from Xishan, right? "

I go!

roundworms!

"It's true!" Yan Weiwei saw Meng Lang's reaction and immediately knew that Lin Haitang was right, and she was immediately happy.

“As expected, nine out of ten men who can cook now do it for women!

Eh! There is a saying that is very popular recently, what is it called? "

"Every good man is trained by his ex-girlfriends?"

"Yes! That's it! Hahaha..."

Meng Lang was speechless.

yes! Thank you to my ex-wife for raising such a good person in me, but I am no longer the same person as I was then...

Uh... Saying that, I always feel like it's me who is the scumbag.

But that's not the point, the point is...

Classmate Xiaoyu, why do you, a primary school student, know such popular terms...