Simply put the rice in the rice cooker and it will switch to either cooking dry rice or porridge mode with a single call.
As for the wok, it was replaced with a non-stick pan.
However, Li Dongyang still prefers iron woks, having heard that cooking with them can supplement iron, though there is no scientific basis for this.
Out of consideration for Xia Nuan's help last night, Li Dongyang finally steamed some shrimp, stir-fried some eggplant with garlic sauce, and made some Kung Pao chicken for the woman.
This is more than enough for two people.
At 11:30 a.m., Xia Nuan's phone rang in her bedroom. A moment later, the door opened.
Watching Li Dongyang, who was wearing a small floral apron with ruffles, busy in the kitchen, I seemed to be deep in thought.
I wonder what he's thinking?
Li Dongyang turned around and happened to see Xia Nuan looking at him.
He said, "Come and serve the rice when you wake up."
Xia Nuan responded and came to the kitchen. She took out a bowl and a rice scoop from the sterilizer and stood in front of the rice cooker for a long time.
Finally, out of nowhere, he asked, "How do I open this pot?"
Li Dongyang: "Open it with your hands? Do you expect me to open it with my toes?"
Xia Nuan: "You serve it to me!"
Li Dongyang: "......"
I feel like I have no will to live!
He turned off the gas stove, wiped his hands on his floral apron, took the rice scoop and bowl from Xia Nuan, and pressed a button next to the rice cooker in front of her.
"See? It's that simple."
He felt a sense of helplessness, like teaching a child to serve rice.
Li Dongyang: "I don't even know how you've survived until now."
After lunch, Xia Nuan received a phone call and went out again.
He really couldn't understand why this woman had spent so much money to rent such a room just to come back and torment him.
Before leaving, he threw his dirty clothes in front of Li Dongyang and asked him to wash them for him.
Li Dongyang: "......"
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