House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 370: He is in difficulty (1/4)

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On the kitchen side, Murphy washed the radishes, moved the cutting board with difficulty, and had some trouble with the knife. I did n’t know where to start.

"Murphy, you come here, help me choose a dish, this man is old, his waist is a little unbearable, and he can't bend it for too long!" Dong Yue'e spoke in time and looked at Murphy with a smile. She had sorted the vegetables in the basket just now, and saved Murphy's hassle.

"Well, okay!" Murphy obeyed the command.

However, when Murphy sat on the small bench and looked at the green vegetables, cowpea, asparagus, etc. on the ground, she was worried. She had eaten these vegetables, but she carried them out alone, and she didn't know how to deal with them!

But the work was still to be done. Murphy picked up a handful of amaranth, hesitated, and began to pinch out the leaves that had been bitten by insects and had small holes, and then looked at the few who were limping again. The leaves were picked, and there was nothing wrong with it.

However, next Murphy started to pick out a few pieces of intact vegetable leaves. She felt that the other leaves were all fuchsia and the outer circle was green. These pieces were completely fuchsia and seemed to be rotten. Too.

It seems that in Murphy's impression, picking vegetables is just picking out rotten leaves, so after she finishes, she puts down the amaranth directly, and then picks up the cowpea.

"It's really difficult ... this is called beans? What should I do?" Murphy looked at the cowpea vaguely. She wanted to use the old method to pick out the bad cowpea and throw it away, but , It seems difficult to pick, every one looks the same.

When Murphy was in trouble, Yang Yi's voice suddenly rang behind him: "Mom, Murphy, are you cooking?"

Murphy turned her head in surprise, Yang Yi appeared at the door of the kitchen.

"Your things are all done?" Dong Yue'e glanced at Yang Yi, not understanding why he appeared here. Was he nervous about his wife?

"Well, Junzi, they went back." Yang Yi smiled, and he said, "I will help too."

"You big man, what are you doing in the kitchen? Will you cook?" Dong Yue'e said blamefully, "Or are you worried about me abusing your wife? Rest assured, I just let Murphy fight."

Dong Yue'e said that the movements under his hands are non-stop. The peeled radishes that she just shaved were cut into pieces by her "chopping".

"It's not the case, mom, why do you still look down on me? Later, I will help you fry two dishes to show you my craftsmanship." Yang Yi smiled and was beside Murphy Sit down and reached for the cowpea in Murphy's hand.

"Look!" Yang Yi gestured to Murphy with his eyes, and then in slow motion, he removed the cowpea's old tendons and threw them into the basin next to them.

Murphy immediately understood that she had learned a lot, learned Yang Yi ’s movements, and selected this cowpea piece. Of course, Yang Yi ’s movements were still faster, and he took his hands three times and five times. To make the cowpea.

Dong Yue'e is actually not at ease, she has already seen how much Murphy ’s "cooking skills" are, and her son, Yang Yi, was at home before, just like his father. Therefore, Dong Yue'e couldn't help but take a few more glances.

But Yang Yi's movements were so skillful that she looked stunned.

When did this boy, learn this skill?

When Dong Yue'e added firewood for cooking, he turned his head again, but saw a scene where Yang Yi rolled up his sleeves for Murphy-Murphy raised his hand and let Yang Yi roll up the sleeves. She looked at Yang Yi, I laughed happily.

These two children ...

The corner of Dong Yue'e's mouth slightly tilted, but she still turned her head, and then stabbed the stove to leave the middle tuyere.

Yang Yi then taught Murphy to choose dishes while doing most of the work. By the way, she also picked up the good leaves that Murphy had thrown away and instructed her to pinch off the roots of amaranth.

Looking at her mother ’s failure to pay attention, Yang Yi could n’t help but move the small bench to sit beside Murphy and leaned into her ear, whispering, “Suddenly think of wanting to cook? You ’ve never been Can you cook and cook? "

Maybe because of Yang Yi ’s slightly ridiculous, blaming tone, Murphy bulged in a bit of grievance, her knees were on her side, bumping Yang Yi ’s leg: “Not because of you!”

"What?"

"In order to give you a good impression!" Murphy kept focusing on Dong Yue'e, afraid she would whisper with Yang Yi, just like fear of the class teacher, whispered.

After talking, Murphy himself felt a little embarrassed.

Yang Yi smiled dumbfounded. He turned to look at his mother, and then reached out to grab Murphy's hand. The water was soaked in the winter, and her white jade hands were frozen slightly blue. He crossed Murphy's fingers, held tightly, and whispered, "You are so cute!"

Murphy rejoiced when she saw the deep love in Yang Yi's eyes. The previous tensions, self-blame, and embarrassment because I felt too embarrassed were also swept away.

With Yang Yi ’s guidance and help, this “laying down” work progressed very quickly. After a while, all the vegetables were selected, even the cowpea was washed, and Yang Yi cut into a section on the cutting board segment.

At this time, Dong Yue'e also prepared the meat ingredients.

"Mom, you are on the side to give us a fight. I'm back, and you will enjoy the blessing!" Yang Yi smiled and began to "take power."

Dong Yue'e's interest in Yang Yi is greater than Murphy. She simply closed her hands and stood looking at it with a smile, as if she really wanted to let go of Yang Yi and his wife.

Before cooking, it ’s hard to make a fire. Yang Yi, in his past life, his field survival ability is better than that of Ye Bei. There is a wood-burning stove in each area, and there is a cooking stove next to it that can be used to draw charcoal , Yang Yi ignited the fire soon.

"What am I going to do?" Murphy pulled on Yang Yi's sleeve and whispered.

"You help me get the seasoning." Yang Yi patted Murphy's waist and said gently.

He did n’t dare to let Murphy take the lead. Judging from the smell of charcoal she used to go home from before, she thought about the cooking skills she learned, and no one could eat fried dishes!

"Okay!" Murphy nodded obediently.

Hot pot, pouring oil, and garlic clove until fragrant, the whole kitchen is filled with a strong fragrance.

Murphy could n’t help but wrinkle his nose and sniff, this scent is really irresistible, so tempting!

The large iron pan used by farmers can fry a dozen personal dishes. The "belly volume" is large enough and the room for play is also large. Yang Yi likes it very much. I saw him pouring the ingredients while frying vigorously, which was quite a chef's style!

Dong Yue'e was watching next to her. Originally she was a little uneasy. Now that she saw Yang Yi ’s posture, she really understood that her son did n’t know when to practice good cooking!

"Murphy, you helped me get the salt." Yang Yi said with a smile.

Actually, he can get it by himself, just beside him, but Yang Yi has to give Murphy something to do, Murphy wants to perform well!

"Uh huh!" Murphy was just dumbfounded, but she didn't forget her responsibilities and quickly found salt.