Xiao Ning took Xiyue and Qingge into the kitchen. The residence carefully arranged by Li Changsheng was fully equipped with all kinds of living facilities, which could almost meet people's needs for all daily necessities.
Xiao Ning rolled up his sleeves neatly, ready to show his skills. Song Junwan did not come with him this time, she claimed that she needed to return to her family to handle affairs, while the housekeeper Lao Wang stayed at home to watch over them.
Qingge and Xiyue took the initiative to help. After more than half a year of getting along, the relationship between the two was no longer as tense as before, and the situation where they disliked each other had also improved.
Xiyue was concentrating on selecting the vegetables, carefully picking out every leaf, while Qingge was cutting the meat skillfully, cutting the meat into appropriate sizes evenly with each stroke of the knife.
Xiao Ning squatted on the ground and lit a fire skillfully. The flames licked the bottom of the pot, and soon, wisps of green smoke rose from the chimney, floating in the air like a veil.
Then, Xiao Ning stood up, washed his hands, and began to knead the dough. He added alkaline noodles, salt, eggs, and oil to the dough one by one, and then kneaded it with his hands to fully blend the ingredients. In order to save time, he cast a spell to speed up the fermentation process of the dough. Before long, the dough had completed fermentation.
Heat the oil in a pan. As the oil temperature gradually rises, Xiao Ning and the other two people carefully move away from the stove. He puts the dough on the chopping board, tears off a piece, stretches it quickly, and then gently puts it into the pan. As soon as the dough touches the hot oil, it immediately makes a "sizzling" sound and takes shape in an instant. Xiao Ning holds chopsticks and carefully turns the dough sticks upside down to ensure that each side is fried golden and crispy.
One, two... one after another, golden and crispy fried dough sticks came out of the pan, exuding an enticing aroma.
Xiao Ning happily handed the fried dough sticks to the two of them, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, and said, "Eat it while it's hot. Let's see how it tastes."
Xiyue gently tore off a piece of dough stick and put it in her mouth. The crispy outer skin and soft inner part instantly gave off a wonderful taste in her mouth. She couldn't help but exclaimed: "So crispy! And soft inside, Ning'er, what is this?"
"This is called fried dough sticks! It tastes delicious, right?" Xiao Ning replied with a smile, his eyes full of pride.
Qing Ge couldn't wait to taste it, and after finishing it, she couldn't help licking her fingers and praising it endlessly: "It's delicious, Wow Ning'er, you are amazing, how can you cook like this!"
Xiao Ning smiled modestly and said, "Oh! They are just some insignificant skills!"
"No way! Ning'er, you are our lucky treasure! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to eat so many delicious foods in the future!"
Xiao Ning's face showed a shy smile, like a peach blossom in spring. He walked lightly to the two of them and began to teach them the technique of frying dough sticks.
His fingers were long and flexible, as if they were dancing a beautiful melody. He patiently demonstrated how to pull the noodles, and every movement was full of rhythm. He explained in a soft voice, fearing that any detail would be missed.
After teaching almost everything, Xiao Ning turned back to the work of preparing meals. He carefully put the cut vegetables into the pot and blanched them, his skillful movements like an experienced chef. He planned to make a big bowl of steaming egg soup to make this breakfast more hearty.
After a while, the aroma in the pot flowed out like a clear spring. The tempting aroma filled the air, making people salivate. A hearty breakfast was finally ready, and the three of them carefully brought the food to the living room.
Xiao Ning shouted towards the house, his voice was clear and loud. Xiao Ding, Yun Yao and the other two walked out of the house quickly, looking at the breakfast that had been prepared in front of them, their hearts were filled with emotion.
You Niang flew into Xiao Ning's arms like a happy little bird and said happily: "Hehe, it's best to be with the young master. There are delicious food every day!" Xiao Ning gently scratched her nose, his eyes full of pampering, and motioned her to hurry up and eat.
Afterwards, Xiao Ning came to his room. The scene before him made him frown. He saw Chu Qian and the other three had messed up the room, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle. They were all dishevelled, with a hint of confusion in their eyes.
"Ning'er, where have you been?" they asked in unison, with a hint of complaint in their voices.
Xiao Ning held his forehead helplessly and sighed, "I'll cook for you! Aunt Song is not here, and if I don't cook, won't you be hungry?"
Everyone suddenly realized how hard Xiao Ning had worked. They all lowered their heads, with guilty looks on their faces.
"Hurry up and get dressed. We'll be waiting for you." There was a hint of urgency in Xiao Ning's tone.
Bai Ziyun said coquettishly: "Ning'er! Please put it on for me! I don't want to move."
"We are also *3"
The other three people followed suit.
Xiao Ning bit his lips slightly, the anger in his heart continued to rise. But he still held it back and told himself: "We are all family! We are all family!"
He took a deep breath, as if to encourage himself, and then slowly walked to the bedside. He put them on carefully, his movements were skillful and delicate.
Finally, after dressing the four people, they went out of the house. But when they came to the living room, they were shocked by the scene in front of them. The fried dough sticks on the plate were already empty, not even a drop of soup was left. Xiao Ding was standing by the dining table, holding the last fried dough stick in his hand. When he saw the five of them come in, he quickly stuffed the fried dough stick into his mouth with a satisfied smile on his face.
When Yun Yao saw this scene, she said shyly: "I'm sorry! Ning'er, the food you cooked was so delicious that we accidentally..." Her voice became lower and lower, and a blush appeared on her face.
Chu Qian grabbed Xiao Ding's ears angrily and shouted, "Xiao Ding, you are such a jerk! This is the meal my son made for me, and you ruined it all?"
However, Xiao Ding retorted disapprovingly: "What do you mean by your son? Isn't Ning'er my son too?" There was a hint of teasing in his tone.
Chu Qian was so angry when she heard Xiao Ding's rebuttal that she almost cursed. She widened her eyes and grabbed Xiao Ding's ears tightly with her fingers, as if she wanted to teach him a lesson.
Seeing this, Bai Ziyun hurriedly hugged Xiao Ning and said coquettishly, "Ning'er, I'm hungry!" His eyes were full of desire and expectation.
Leng Qingqiu and Nangong Luoyu were not to be outdone. They looked at Xiao Ning pitifully, hoping to get his attention and care.
Xiao Ning felt a headache instantly. He looked at the scene in front of him helplessly. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Aunt Song, I miss you so much!"
And in a flower bush not far away, there was a slender figure standing vaguely, holding a golden and crispy fried dough stick in her hand. She took a light bite, then smiled faintly and murmured.
"Xiao Ning, I have Rong Rouxue and I want to marry you!"
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