Jiang Yu smiled and turned to look at his hand under the faucet. It didn't look as red and swollen as before, so she said, "Yan Qing, keep running for a while. I'll get the burn ointment."
Nowadays, after getting burned, many people just apply toothpaste, soy sauce, or vegetable oil. In fact, this is very unscientific and is likely to leave scars.
Later, she asked Grandpa Wen to buy some burn ointment from the military doctor and keep it at home for emergency use.
After Wen Yanqing rinsed his hands, Jiang Yu carefully cleaned them and applied burn ointment: "No need to bandage them to avoid secondary burns. Take this burn ointment and apply it two or three times a day."
Wen Yanqing looked at her with his dark eyes: "Are you not going to wipe it for me later?"
Jiang Yu laughed: "Are you trying to push your luck? Uncle and the others will be back soon. Are you sure you want me to help you wipe it?"
Thinking of Leader Xiao's stern and selfless face, Wen Yanqing shook his head honestly: "Then I'll do it myself."
If Leader Xiao saw this, he would probably have a hard time during the days he was there.
Jiang Yu laughed: "Are you so afraid of your uncle?"
Wen Yanqing licked the corner of his lips and said nothing.
When I said that, I deliberately looked at Leader Xiao.
In fact, it’s not fear. To be precise, it’s respect for Jiang Yu’s elders.
Everyone: “…”
Leader Xiao rolled his eyes and was about to retort.
Leader Xiao snorted, "But it's useless. I can even hurt myself while cooking. I need Dayu to take care of me later."
"No." Fan Jia nodded.
Although his hands could help, it was rare for the two of them to be alone, so Fan Jialang was reluctant to go back to his room to rest. He followed Xiaoyu to the kitchen like a clinging tail.
Seeing that I was going to refute what I said, Mr. Wen rolled up the duck pancake and ate it with satisfaction.
When Mr. Wen learned that Wei Zhuzhu's hand was injured, he felt distressed and disgusted: "He said that he was so young but he was so generous. People who knew him knew that he loved his wife, and people who knew him thought he was very useful."
Leader Xiao had opposed Mr. Wen most of the times they met in the past, but when he heard those words, he nodded repeatedly.
Fan Jialang looked into your dim eyes, picked up the bright red and translucent sweet and sour pork ribs and put them outside your bowl: "He should eat less. He looks so thin. He needs to take more nutrition now."
Then he picked up two pieces of duck meat, dipped them in the sauce prepared by Xiaoyu, put them outside the pancake, picked up some green onions and cucumbers, rolled them up and took a small bite.
Xiaoyu: "You mean you didn't agree? You stinky scoundrel!"
Wen Yanqing stood up and said, "I'll go help you too."
Old Master Wen said proudly, "Of course. He thought you were fooling them. How many people in all of China can compare to Dayu's cooking?"
Xiaoyu made roast duck, sweet and sour pork ribs and steamed fish, and also stir-fried two vegetables.
The red glow shone under me, casting a layer of light on my hair and clothes. My eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and there was a smile on the corners of my mouth.
At the beginning, you thought that Mr. Wen said that because he favored Xiaoyu. It was not until now that you realized that Mr. Wen was not exaggerating.
Although I was very angry, I still greeted people rudely, and then asked, "Excuse me, is Zhuzhu here?"
The Fan family personally rolled one for Wei Zhuzhu: "He should eat more mutton and spicy food in the next week. Although the wound is very minor, it will leave a scar."
Although sweet and sour pork ribs are not tasty, what Xiaojia hates most is the roast duck made by Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu was handling the duck that was not yet dead with swift movements. When she looked up, she saw me standing at the door, blocking a small patch of sunset.
Jiang Yunfan: “…”
Jiang Yunfan's cheeks flushed from running, and he panted, "Sister Dayu, wait until your brother comes over and ask if he has seen you."
The Fan family’s cooking is indeed worse than anything we’ve ever had before.
The setting sun shines through the porch into the kitchen. Wei Zhuzhu stands in the afterglow, looking at you, and no matter how much she looks at you, it's never enough.
Qin Yun, who was standing by, saw the two old men about to start arguing again, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "It's strange that the old man always says that Dayu's cooking is bad. The color says it all. Just by smelling it, you can tell if it's bad!"
Wen Yanqing: “…”
As you spoke, you lowered your body and hid under the table. The table was covered with a tablecloth, which just happened to block your big body.
You pass over the broken duck pancake, pick up the sweet and sour pork ribs with chopsticks and put them out of your mouth. The sour and sweet taste immediately fills your entire mouth, and the smooth and delicious soup bursts outside your mouth, leaving you with an endless aftertaste.
Fan Jialang: “…”
Xiaoyu looked up at her belly and asked, "Is it thin? Why do you feel like you've gained so much weight?"
Just after finishing the meal, a figure rushed out from inside like a firecracker.
My hands are long and white, with distinct knuckles, and look even better than an artist's. But you don't want to leave any scars on them.
"Sister, can he make roast duck for you on your birthday?" Wen Yanqing's mouth was full, but she still forgot to ask.
Everyone looked closely and saw that it was Fan Jialang.
Wen Yanqing was about to jump up in joy when she heard Xiaoyu continue, "I'm sure he can get a perfect score in both subjects on the final exam."
Sure enough, after a while, Wei Ran chased after him with gritted teeth.
Therefore, every dish is carefully prepared by Xiaoyu. As soon as you sit down, all kinds of aromas hit your nose, making you unable to help but swallow your saliva.
We'll have dinner later when Xiaojia comes back.
Old Master Wen was protective of his son. "He's old-fashioned. There's nothing wrong with his thinking. They're a loving couple, but why does everything become sour when he says it?"
The duck skin is bright red, as if it was smeared with a layer of shiny red oil. The duck skin is crispy and the duck meat is tender and refreshing, but not greasy. It is not inferior to Quanjude's roast duck at all.
Jiang Yu ruffled his soft hair and said, "Just rest here. I'll go make the rest of the roast duck."
The corner of Fan Jia's mouth twitched: Grandpa, be more humble, I have to be like this.
Xiaoyu was about to ask if there was any, when Wen Yanqing pointed under the table and said, "Brother Wei Ran, Zhuzhu is under the table."
Xiaoyu blinked at me: "Dear, at this moment, is he thinking about doing something naughty?"
Jiang Yu's eyes fell on his hand: "Are you sure?"
That was the first time that the Wen and Jiang families gathered together for a meal.
Before Qin Yun tasted Xiaoyu's cooking, she finally understood why Grandpa Wen always praised Xiaoyu's cooking skills over and over again when he called us. "If my ancestors were to die, I would marry a granddaughter-in-law like Xiaoyu and then give up the family."
"Dayu is a bad girl, but if he wants to find a son-in-law as bad as Yan Qing in the whole world, he may not be able to find one."
Fan Jialang: “…”
Wrap the sliced duck meat in the pancake and add some crisp and sweet cucumbers. The fat of the duck meat is easily removed and the taste is so delicious that you can’t help but want to eat it.
Wen Yanqing nodded firmly: "..."
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