He Tingjun arrived at around nine o'clock in the evening. The military uniform he had worn for several days was full of wrinkles, and the clothes that had been rained on and then dried had a damp smell. So as soon as he entered the house, he briefly talked to Yun Qiao and then went into the bathroom with clean clothes.
It was dark and the lights were dim, so Yun Qiao didn't notice a scratch several centimeters long on his cheek.
He Tingjun said he hadn't eaten yet, so while he was taking a shower, Feng Juan went into the kitchen, cut three steamed buns made of two-grain flour, coated them with egg liquid, and simply fried some steamed buns.
The method of stir-frying steamed buns is very simple. Cut the steamed buns into small cubes and coat them with egg liquid. Put oil in the pan, heat the oil and pour it into the pan and stir-fry. Add some salt water to the pan during the stir-frying process. Fry until the surface of the steamed buns is browned. Sprinkle some chopped green onions and minced garlic and they are ready to be served. The whole process takes no more than two or three minutes. The dish is served quickly and tastes delicious.
The fried steamed buns have a crispy and fragrant crust, while the inside is still soft and fluffy. Yun Qiao had never eaten them before, but after Feng Juan made them once, fried steamed buns became Yun Qiao's favorite.
Three big steamed buns, fried together, fill up a whole pot.
When the fried buns came out of the pan, Feng Juan asked Yun Qiao, "Yun Qiao, I fried a lot of buns, would you like some too?"
Yun Qiao basically didn't eat after 8 o'clock in the evening before, but after getting pregnant, she got hungry easily, so she always had to have another meal at night, otherwise she would be too hungry to sleep.
She nodded: "A little less, just half a bowl will be fine."
"Okay." Feng Juan quickly served Yun Qiao half a bowl.
After cleaning the wok, Feng Juan walked out of the kitchen, yawned, and said, "I'm going to sleep first. You two should wash the dishes after dinner."
"Okay." Yun Qiao waved her hand: "Mom, go to bed soon."
Feng Juan hummed, "The shallots in the yard are ready to eat. I'll fry them in oil and make scallion noodles every morning. Tell Tingjun that if he goes out for exercise this morning, he doesn't need to bring breakfast from the cafeteria when he comes back."
As a son-in-law, He Tingjun found it difficult to wait for his husband's mother to cook for him with peace of mind, so when he went out for exercise in the morning, he would buy breakfast when he came back, so that Feng Juan would have to cook one less meal and it would be easier.
Feng Juan also knew his intentions, but although the breakfast in the cafeteria tasted good, it was always the same few dishes. Feng Juan felt that it was not as good as the one she made at home, which not only had different dishes but also saved money and food coupons.
Yun Qiao agreed: "I understand, I'll talk to him later."
"Then I'll go to sleep."
As Feng Juan walked into the west room and closed the door, He Tingjun finished his shower and came out of the bathroom.
He was wearing grey cotton pajamas and had a white towel hung around his neck. His deep, strong features looked even more handsome after taking a shower. The scratches on his face did not diminish his handsomeness at all, but even added a kind of battle-damaged beauty to him.
Yun Qiao's eyes fell on his face, and he was distracted for a moment, then waved at him: "Mom fried some steamed buns. Now that you've finished your shower, come and eat them quickly, otherwise they will get cold soon."
"good."
He Tingjun took off the white towel from around his neck and hung it on the clothesline behind the door, then walked over and sat down next to Yun Qiao.
Yun Qiao had finished her small bowl of fried steamed buns, and her chopsticks were placed neatly on the empty bowl. He Tingjun did not go to the kitchen to get new chopsticks, but directly picked up her chopsticks to use.
Yun Qiao quickly reminded her: "Hey, those are the chopsticks I used."
He Tingjun: "It's okay."
"There's my saliva on it."
"What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't eaten it before." He Tingjun raised his eyes and glanced at her. There seemed to be a hook in his dark eyes, filled with some unspeakable desire.
Yun Qiao's ears felt a little hot, and he turned his face away and didn't look at him.
It has to be said that when looking for a partner, you still have to find someone who is handsome. The two have been married for almost a year, and every time they look at each other, Yun Qiao is still bewitched by him.
He Tingjun eats very quickly. He finished a whole bowl of fried steamed buns in less than five minutes.
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