[Child-bearing System (not primarily about having children) + Military Marriage + Large Supplies + Satisfying Story + No Extreme Characters + Sweet Pampering]
[Stunningly Beautiful Psychologi...
The moment Xu Qingluo found his target, he became full of energy and kept planning what to do next.
"Let's go to the city and buy a newspaper in a few days."
"First, let's find out the situation at the newspaper office."
"T!"
The system's tone also carried a hint of joy. Only when the host made money could its cubs live a better life!
For the sake of our cub, go for it!
Xu Qingluo took a nap, and when she woke up she went into the kitchen to tinker with her pig offal.
If you want to cook pig offal, you still need to use hot sauce and dried chili peppers.
Xu Qingluo prepared the onion and ginger water, onions, green peppers, millet peppers, dried chili peppers, star anise, and bay leaves.
Everything was almost ready, and Xu Qingluo began to heat the pan and pour oil.
After the oil is hot, add the prepared ingredients and instantly the whole kitchen will be filled with the smell of chili.
Xu Qingluo was choked and sneezed continuously, and Zhou Yuheng, who was sitting in the restaurant, was also sneezed due to the fumes.
But he dared not be angry or speak out, and could only endure it silently.
After all, his wife is feeling more uncomfortable, so as a grown man, you should stop being so pretentious.
Xu Qingluo poured the pork offal in and stir-fried it continuously.
Suddenly, the smell emanating from the kitchen was no longer the pungent smell of chili, but fragrance.
The fragrance from the house spread out, and the first place to smell it was the house of Captain Zhang next door.
Captain Zhang’s wife sniffed.
"Mom, what did Aunt Zhou cook?"
"So choking."
Zhang Jun, who was building a house with wooden sticks in the room, couldn't help but put down his favorite things.
I was drawn out by the fragrance and spicy smell coming from Xu Qingluo's house.
"I don't know, I think it's fried chili peppers."
Captain Zhang’s wife (Sun Cuiju) sneezed.
She was also wondering what kind of food Xu Qingluo was cooking that required so many chili peppers.
But it was dinner time and she didn't feel like asking.
Going to Captain Zhou's house at this time is no different from asking for food.
“How much chili pepper do I need to fry?”
“It smells good though.”
Zhang Jun sniffed. Not to mention the smell was pungent.
But it also has a spicy flavor, and the more you smell it, the more fragrant it becomes.
Sun Cuiju had the same idea as her eldest son.
Although the smell is pungent, the more you smell it, the more fragrant it becomes, and you can't help but drool.
"It makes you greedy."
"I'll go ask tomorrow."
Her eldest son is greedy, so as a mother she naturally has to satisfy him.
What's more, she is also quite curious, and now she doesn't want to come over.
I can only wait for another day and then find time to ask Captain Zhou’s wife for advice.
Xu Qingluo had no idea that the smell from her home was making the people from Captain Zhang's house next door drool.
At this time, her stir-fried pork offal was out of the pot.
"Ah Heng, take this to Captain Zhang's house next door to have a taste."
Xu Qingluo packed a portion of stir-fried pork offal and asked Zhou Yuheng to take it to Captain Zhang's home.
The smell in their house is so pungent that it must be affecting Captain Zhang's house next door.
This can be considered as her and Zhou Yuheng's apology, and a way to maintain neighborly relations.
"T."
After receiving the task assigned by his wife, Zhou Yuheng stood up and started working without saying a word.
Xu Qingluo fried some eggs and some vegetables, and the rice in the pot was cooked, so dinner was ready.
"System, how's my skill?"
"Not bad, not bad. Host, if you work harder, the cub will definitely not starve."
The system praised her, and it didn't want to hate its lazy host.
I'm actually so willing to spend time on cooking.
In the past, the host would just wait to be eaten.
The worst that can happen is going out to eat, it is absolutely impossible to cook by myself.