I will use two stoves tomorrow, one for frying and one for braising.
Wait until you’ve finished frying and braising before steaming the buns.
Seeing how busy the family was, Meng Qinghe decided not to go to the factory tomorrow and take a leave to help at home.
After finishing all the work, the old couple went back to rest. Tang Huan washed his hands in front of the basin rack. His hands were stained with oil and difficult to wash.
After everyone left, Meng Zeyan also walked to the basin rack to wash his hands.
Tang Huan was rubbing her hands with soap, and he stretched his hand directly to Tang Huan's, waiting for her to help him apply the soap.
“???” Tang Huan looked up at him and put the soap in his hand.
The next second the soap was stuffed back into her hand.
What does that mean? Wash your hands or not?
You can't ask her to help wash your hands, right?
It's really possible.
"Shall I help you wash?" Tang Huan asked doubtfully.
Meng Zeyan nodded slightly. That was indeed what he meant.
“······” How can he be so confident?
Just wash it, isn’t it just helping me wash my hands?
Putting the soap back into the box, Tang Huan rubbed the soap foam on his hands onto his hands, helping him rub his hands inside and out.
Then she took his hands and put them in the basin, washing both of them clean.
Finally, she considerately took out a towel to help him dry his hands, and then her own hands.
After wiping them all clean, she reached into her pocket and took out some clam oil. She had bought several and was planning to give this to Meng Zeyan.
There is not much flesh on the back of Meng Zeyan's hand, and the blood vessels are particularly clear. The blood vessels are slightly raised and very obvious to the touch. His five fingers are slender and the joints are symmetrical.
A pair of beautiful hands.
Rub clam oil on both hands and the treatment is complete.
Tang Huan was about to withdraw his hand, but he was held tightly.
The next second her lips were invaded, and she didn't even react. She held her breath, her eyes filled with surprise.
She was released only when she was almost out of breath.
He said, "You little liar, you're still pretending not to remember!"
The next second, he came closer and whispered to her in a gentle voice, "Open your mouth and breathe."
Tang Huan listened and realized that he couldn't breathe through his mouth and had to use his nose.
He is the liar.
It was a long time before he was released again.
Tang Huan hurriedly took two steps back, her red lips moist and her eyes shy. After putting the clam oil in his hand, she quickly walked out of the kitchen.
I went back to my room and sat at the desk for a long time, covering my face with my hands, feeling extremely embarrassed.
I went to bed after ten o'clock. I couldn't help laughing while lying on the bed, covering my mouth with the quilt and laughing foolishly.
The next morning, the whole family woke up early, and Tang Huan was no exception. She was quite excited. She used to buy ready-made things and rarely made anything herself. Even if she did, it was never her turn to do it.
After breakfast, both stoves were lit. Tang Huan was responsible for both stoves and only needed to go around and add firewood from time to time.
Comrade Xing Cui is responsible for preparing the raw materials, Meng Zeyan is responsible for frying, and Meng Qinghe is responsible for fishing.
Tang Huan is also responsible for tasting the food and testing the saltiness.
Fry the pasta first, then the other meats.
Making sweet dumplings is just like making dumplings, but the dough is different and the fillings are also different. There are those with red beans and red dates, and those with brown sugar, sesame and walnuts.
The twisted dough is made by hand, which looks simple. Tang Huan tried it, but couldn't wrap it together. She had to wrap it manually, and then it fell apart as soon as it was put into the pot.
She was like a guerrilla soldier, going into the kitchen to check on the fire where the meat was being stewed, and to see if there was enough water in the pot.
I'll go outside to add more firewood later, and then try the sweetcorn and fried dough twists that are just out of the pot.
Meng Zeyan was afraid that she would get burned, so every time he saw her eating, he had to remind her, "Be careful, it's hot." This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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