After looking for a while, Xiu'er lowered her head and read the book seriously. Li Weimin stood by for a long time without waiting for her to look at him, and the wind from the grass fan in his hand gradually became smaller.
Tian Xiaolan felt the heat in the air getting hotter and hotter. She looked up and saw Li Weimin walking into the room. She called out to him, "Brother, why don't you fan me?"
"I'm tired. I'll take a break." There seemed to be a hint of sadness in Li Weimin's dim eyes.
"good."
During this time, Xiu'er didn't even raise her head.
Before long, hot sweat broke out on her forehead, and she heard ping-pong sounds coming from the kitchen, as if something had fallen to the ground. Tian Xiaolan hurried to see, and saw the iron pot upside down on the ground. Li Weimin was squatting there picking up the steaming chopped cabbage scattered on the ground, preparing to feed it to the chickens.
Tian Xiaolan looked at the scene in front of her and suggested sincerely: "Why don't I cook?"
"I just don't believe that I can't make a dish today." Li Weimin became more and more courageous, and his determination to make a dish reached its peak.
Seeing that persuasion failed, Tian Xiaolan could only solve the problem from the root: "How did you cook the dish?"
"Just like that." Li Weimin took the shovel and shoveled the air fiercely, making a sound of breaking wind, demonstrating to her.
Tian Xiaolan was a little confused when she saw his movements, as if he had a grudge against the pot, "You're just frying like this?"
Li Weimin said as if it was a matter of course, "Yes."
Tian Xiaolan took a deep breath and taught earnestly, her hands still making gestures, "Don't stir-fry so hard, be gentler, come on, were you stir-frying too hard just now?"
Li Weimin thought for a moment and said, "It seems so."
Tian Xiaolan picked up the pot and used the pot and spatula to explain and demonstrate, "You stir-fry like me, shoveling from the edge of the pot to the center. Control your strength and the food won't be fried out."
With the experience just now, he cut another cabbage from the vegetable garden, chopped it into pieces, washed the pot with clean water, poured a fingernail-sized amount of yellow oil from the bottle into the pot, waited for the oil to melt, put the vegetables into the pot, and immediately thick white smoke rose from the bottom of the pot. This time, Li Weimin was not so heavy-handed. He controlled the strength with his upper arms, gently shoveled up the vegetables and stir-fried them, keeping the range of the vegetables' movement within the pot.
Tian Xiaolan was lighting a fire in front of the earthen stove, watching him do exactly what she said. She looked at him with satisfaction as he fried the vegetables, added a few grains of salt and served them.
As soon as the meal was ready, Fang Guihua and Liu Dongmei came back with baskets on their backs and saw Li Weimin washing and rinsing food by the pot.
"Your husband Wei Min is really hardworking, unlike my husband who only knows how to eat." Liu Dongmei stopped talking here, thinking of her husband who did nothing but eat and sleep, and had never cooked a meal for her. There was no precedent of men cooking in her family. Now she realized that men can also cook for women.
Fang Guihua walked quickly into the kitchen and put the backpack behind the door. "Hey, why are you still thinking about him? Put the things down first."
"Mom, come and try the food I cooked. How is it?"
Vegetables that are not blanched are a bit hard in the mouth, and have the original flavor of the vegetables without any extra flavor.
Seeing him looking at her without blinking, she smiled and said, "You are worthy of being my son, Fang Guihua. You can work on the construction site and go into the kitchen. Next time, boil the vegetables in water before cooking so that they will be softer."
A few minutes later, Li Weiguo came back from school with a book in his arms. Seeing the dish he cooked, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. "Not bad, you've inherited your father's true teachings."
"I'm your son. If I'm not you, who else can I be like?"
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