In the end, she came up with a useful tutorial. She prepared all the necessary seasonings in advance to avoid being in a hurry.

"Five grams of salt." Ruan Youan carefully placed the salt on the newly purchased electronic kitchen scale, which was accurate to five grams.

She felt like she was such a clever little girl that she had bought the electronic scale in advance.

A prophet of uncertainty!

"15 grams of light soy sauce, 10 grams of dark soy sauce..." Ruan You'an maintained a rigorous scientific attitude one by one, using an electronic scale to measure realistically, with a serious look on his face, as if he was writing an academic paper.

After the seasonings were finally prepared, Ruan Youan began the great project of preparing the ribs.

"Put the ribs into the pot, blanch them and wash them." She nodded, moved a chair and sat in the kitchen, muttering about the above recipe, and then searched online.

——Should we use cold water or hot water? How much water should we put in? How long does it take to blanch?

This search took a long time. She poured the ribs into the pot and took them out while looking at her phone.

"Then we have to boil the sugar."

Ruan You'an likes sugar, so she poured water and rock sugar into it and started to stir-fry. As she simmered, she realized that she seemed to have added too much water, so she added a large piece of rock sugar. Later, she felt that there was too much sugar, so she added more

drink some water.

She felt very satisfied and felt that it was almost done, so she went to wash her hands. The color of the sugar in the pot was very dark, and it seemed different from what was said on the Internet.

Ruan Youan took a sip in confusion, her expression frozen.

Help!

So bitter!!!

It's incredible.

How can sugar be bitter?

She followed the steps strictly, and the rock candy didn’t go bad!

Ruan You'an had no choice but to pour the candy into the trash can and boil it again. It overturned every time, endlessly, and she lost her temper.

She had an idea and changed the oil to boil the sugar. A few minutes later - the sugar collapsed all over the kitchen and stuck to the stove, and the pressure cooker made a buzzing sound.

White smoke curls up, and the whole house is filled with smoke. It’s like a fairyland on earth, so beautiful!

Ruan Youan was stunned for a few seconds, and then realized that something seemed a little wrong.

I coughed so hard that I turned off the fire, but the sugar was still splashing and it was a mess.

Fortunately! Fortunately she was wearing protective clothing!

"Hello, is this Mr. Mu's house?" At this time, the home phone rang, and Ruan You'an ran out of the kitchen to answer it, "Yes."

"Hello, I am the property manager. Is there a fire in your home?"

"..."

"It was just a small accident, there was no fire." Ruan Youan smiled and hung up the phone, looking worriedly at the smoke-filled kitchen.

Suddenly I heard a "bang——!" and I didn't know what exploded.

The aunt at home happily returned home carrying vegetables and humming a song. As soon as she opened the door, she saw the smoke-filled living room.

Stupid.

"Clang!"

All the dishes fell to the floor!

"Fire!!" Auntie screamed and just took her mobile phone to call the police.

At this time, something unknown jumped out of the fog and stopped the aunt's movement: "No, no, no, there is no fire, it's just that the smoke is a little thicker."

The aunt looked at the guy in front of her blankly.

It’s Ruan Youan.

The shape is strange, and the sugar is still drawing lines on the body.

When Ruan Youan told her the whole story in a low voice, the aunt was dumbfounded: "You scared me to death, and you're dressed like this..."

"Just in case." Ruan You'an scratched his head and said, embarrassed, "Auntie, please teach me how to do it. I will study hard."

Cooking seems not as easy as imagined.

The two of them first cleaned up the kitchen where the sugar juice was splashed everywhere. Ruan Youan was surprised to find that the spoon was actually stuck to the sugar, and he couldn't pull it off even though he tried hard.

Seeing that the aunt was about to add the seasonings, Ruan Youan diligently handed her the seasonings that she had accurately measured before: "I have measured these, and they are very accurate!"

"Amount?" Auntie was stunned.

"Yes, I used an electronic scale to measure it."

"..." My daughter, my daughter, the aunt said to herself in her heart, and then praised: "An An is so amazing."

In short, with the aunt's full guidance and hands-on instruction, a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs was finally freshly baked.

"You kid, if you want to eat, just tell me. There's no need to cook it yourself." The aunt said helplessly, "Don't go into the kitchen in the future."

The girl nodded vigorously, with an innocent and pitiful expression, thinking that she would never enter the kitchen again after she deceived Mu Juanchen.

It's too scary.

Ruan You'an searched online again for what kind of dishes Meng Xin was suitable for cooking, and finally thought it would be good for her to fry an egg for Mu Juanchen.

After a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs with full color, flavor and flavor, Ruan Youan has begun to feel confident.

The pot has been cleaned, and she was about to pour oil into it, but her aunt stopped her with a look of horror!

"Stop!"

"What's wrong?" The girl turned around confused.

"There is still water in the pot, don't pour oil!" Auntie, a little girl, was frightened.

"That's it, I understand." Ruan Youan took note carefully, and after the water in the pot dried up, she poured in the appropriate amount of oil under the guidance of her aunt, opened the eggs and threw them in.

Ruan Youan fried eleven eggs!

I scrapped ten eggs earlier, but on the eleventh I fried a perfect egg.

"Actually, the previous ones are fine too." Auntie put away the remaining eggs.

"If you want to do it, make it the best." Ruan You said happily, taking out the salad dressing and other vegetables, and made a sandwich.

After thinking for a while, I used a carving knife to carve out the outline of a little man holding a heart on the washed lettuce.

"Our An'an skills are so skillful." Auntie praised, but the cooking was not very skillful. "Who are you giving this to?"

Ruan Youan's earlobes were red, and she packed sandwiches and braised pork ribs with rice in a thermal box: "Mu Juanchen~"

"He should like it, right?" The girl's eyebrows are bright and delicate, the tail of her eyes is raised, and her cat pupils are bright, beautiful and sparkling.

The aunt was elated: "As long as it is made by the eldest lady, the husband will definitely like it!!"

Can I finally change my name to Mrs.!!

But how can it be allowed for a daughter to be married off at such a young age? In the aunt's mind, Ruan You'an is at most three and a half years old. Like the majority of mother fans, they all feel that it is impossible for their daughter to fall in love because she is a well-behaved girl.

Now that I have jumped directly into love and marriage, my aunt is still a little sad.

"As long as he likes it~~"

Ruan You'an didn't know what her aunt was thinking, so she returned to the room and changed out of her protective clothing.

I rushed into the separate cloakroom, changed into several sets of clothes before coming out, and happily carried my lunch box and went out.

I happily hummed the tune "Run to the End of the World" all the way to the company.

On the way, she met Fan Shang, who was following her leisurely in a red sports car.

"Are you okay?" Ruan You'an turned around and asked.

"Where are you going, Miss Ruan? I'll give you a ride."

Fan Shang honked the horn and looked at the girl.

She wore a long black dress today, her long hair was loose and slightly curled, and she wore a pearl hairpin. Her waist was slender, her skin was so white that it glowed, and she had two completely different temperaments: charm and purity.

No wonder Mu Juanchen likes it.
Chapter completed!