Chapter 215 The Kitchen is Like a Battlefield

Zheng Lanhua could glare at Shen Zheng, but he couldn't glare back.

However, Shen Zheng knew one thing: his mother had a grudge against cooking, so he couldn't say anything nonsense and should be careful with his words and actions.

Shen Zheng followed the order told by the squad leader of the cooking squad, added water and seasoning, and then stewed the meat there.

The pot was bubbling, and the meat was rolling inside, which looked very good.

While the meat was stewing, Shen Zheng changed a smaller pot on the stove next to him and prepared to wash the pot and fry the fish.

Shen Jinxia and Yu Xiaopang ran to the kitchen door and looked inside.

Shen Jinxia clapped her hands, "Wow, Dad is so great, it smells so good."

It really smelled good.

Yu Xiaopang's stomach started to growl, "I'm going to ask my dad to cook when I get home."

Shen Jinxia looked at Yu Xiaopang, "Ah? Uncle won't listen to you."

Yu Xiaopang was very confident about this matter, "I told him that my uncle can cook and his cooking is delicious, so he will definitely cook."

"Why?" Shen Jinxia's little head didn't understand at all. Yu

Xiaopang didn't understand it either, but he knew, "My dad likes to compete with my uncle, but he always loses, which is embarrassing."

Yu Feixu came over and slapped him, "What are you talking about here? You can't say the truth every day!"

Several children gathered at the kitchen door and started watching Shen Zheng cook fish.

Zheng Lanhua stood aside and said like a theoretical expert, "Hot pan, cool oil, hot pan, cool oil, do you understand?"

Shen Zheng: "Mom, you understand, but you didn't fry the fish even if you understood."

Zheng Lanhua was about to kick him, but when she turned around, she saw several children looking at her eagerly. She could only bear it and continued to glare at Shen Zheng, "Fry me a fish that is golden on both sides!"

Shen Zheng heated the pan, added oil, and then put the fish in.

Good guy, as soon as the fish entered the pan, it sizzled.

Then the water and oil mixed together and began to spread everywhere.

Shen Zheng's hands were covered with several oil spots, and it hurt.

Zheng Lanhua's arm was also injured.

Zheng Lanhua quickly washed it with cold water, "What the hell, you burned me."

Shen Haiping shook his head and sighed.

Shen Haifeng asked, "Haiping, why are you sighing?"

Shen Haiping said slowly, "Don't you think that grandma and dad cooking in the kitchen is like a battle?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fish in the pot actually jumped up, with the oil, jumping high.

Yu Xiaopang covered his mouth and widened his eyes, "Oh my god, the fish is alive!"

Shen Zheng was also shocked. The fish was thrown into the oil pan, how could it run away.

Zheng Lanhua quickly brought a pot lid over, "Quick, put it in the pot!"

But it was too late for Shen Zheng. He held the pot with a rag in his hand to catch the fish, but before he could catch it, the fish fell directly to the ground and thrashed twice.

Shen Zheng put the pot on the ground and squatted down to check it out, "What's wrong with this fish?"

Several children also ran over. They also wanted to see how the fish could survive after being in the oil pot.

If Fang Xiaoluo was at home, he would definitely tell them that this was a neurological reflex, but Fang Xiaoluo was not at home, so no one knew.

Shen Haifeng slapped his forehead, "I know, this is the fish's last struggle, and also a last gasp."

Yu Feixu gave him a thumbs up, "You used these two words well."

Shen Zheng glanced at Shen Haifeng, "I learned a lot of idioms, and I'm going to learn to cook during this winter vacation."

Shen Haifeng said, "Dad, I actually think I might be able to cook. The taste might not be as good, but I should be better than you."

Every time he wanted to cook, Zheng Lanhua would push him out, so he could only wash the dishes.

In that family before, Shen Haifeng would be beaten if he didn't cook, and his brothers and sisters would have nothing to eat.

He can't cook complicated things, but he can cook simple things.

Zheng Lanhua and Fang Xiaoluo would never use Shen Haifeng to cook.

In fact, the two of them had basically the same idea. One was that Shen Haifeng was young, and besides going to school, he was naturally playful. There wasn't a lot of work that needed to be done at home. It was good enough for him to wash dishes and do housework.

Another important point was that he had a lot of bad memories in that house before, so why should he be reminded of those bad things?

Shen Zheng was a little worried. "Then what do you say, what should we do with the fish?"

Shen Haifeng said, "Pick it up and wash it, then wipe the water off with a dry rag and fry it again."

Shen Zheng nodded and accepted Shen Haifeng's suggestion to wash the fish.

Zheng Lanhua reached out to wipe the stove, "Look at you cooking, it's like you're in a war, and you have to clean up the battlefield with a bunch of people afterwards, what's the use of you."

Shen Zheng washed the fish and found a clean gauze to dip the water on the fish, "Mom, practice makes perfect, it will be better next time."

Zheng Lanhua felt that practice makes perfect was completely feasible in other places, such as mending clothes and making shoes.

But she was helpless about cooking.

Maybe like Fang Xiaoluo said, this kitchen is naturally not suitable for her.

This time there was no water on the fish, and when he put it back into the frying pan, Shen Zheng was surprised to find that the oil did not collapse.

It seems that there should be no water in the frying pan, he remembered it.

After a lot of effort, Shen Zheng was sweating all over. The fish was fried on both sides, and then soup and other ingredients were added. Shen

Zheng let out a long sigh and sighed again, "Cooking is so difficult."

He looked at the time again. It was just a small thing. It took him an hour and a half to stir-fry the sugar.

Zheng Lanhua had been packing things on the side. "It's so easy to help Xiaoluo. You have to pay me for helping you!"

Shen Zheng felt in his pocket, took out five yuan and stuffed it into Zheng Lanhua's hand, "Here."

Zheng Lanhua looked at the money in his hand, "Who wants this stuff? Give me five thousand."

Shen Haiping muttered in the back, "Have you found anything?"

Shen Haifeng asked, "What did you find?"

"Grandma's speaking level is a bit like mom's." Shen Haiping said.

Shen Haifeng understood, "You are right, it is like mom's speaking style."

Then Shen Haifeng shouted, "Grandma, you sold my dad, he is not worth 5,000 yuan!"

Shen Zheng: ... I can't keep this son.