After three classes, Dinah's class changed to a larger classroom. Liu Mang once again expressed his contempt for American imperialism. A large classroom in an elementary school was bigger than the lecture theater in his university.

Twenty-five kitchen tables have been set up in the classroom, one for each family. It is time for the father or mother who comes to participate in parent-child activities to make a lunch for their children.

When Liu Mang saw the parents of these people, he knew that these people would hardly be able to cook a meal for their children in a year or two. Maybe some parents would not find it easy to have a meal with their children for a year and a half. Seeing those children happy

You will know by its appearance.

But little Lolita Dinah is really popular! Even though this little Lolita is very arrogant and ignores everyone, there are still many little boys surrounding her, and even little girls surrounding her.

After getting rid of the entanglement, the little Loli came to Liu Mang who was washing rice.

Americans eat very little rice. It was really hard for Liu Mang to find rice. The school didn't prepare any rice, so he got rid of Alexia and went to the supermarket to buy it after leaving school. However, they did prepare a rice cooker, oil, salt and eggs.

, lean meat are all on the shelf next to them.

"Hey, Dinah, why do you ignore people when they talk to you?" Liu Mang asked strangely.

"Mom said, women should be more reserved." The little loli was still arrogant.

"Don't imitate your mother. You have to be more lively so that more people will like you, you know?"

"That means uncle doesn't like mom? He thinks mom is not lively?"

"……forget it."

This little loli! If Liu Mang recognized the two problems of the little loli just now, Liu Mang absolutely believed that this little loli would tell the beautiful landlord that he hated her. Everything would change when it came to the little loli!

"Uncle, what Chinese food are you going to make for Dinah? I'm really looking forward to it!" Little Loli asked curiously as she watched Liu Mang put the washed rice into the rice cooker, then began to shred the meat and beat the eggs.

"Uncle wants to make you the essence of Chinese delicacies - egg fried rice!" Liu Mang said without blushing and his heart not beating.

It’s not that I won’t make you something more advanced, it’s true that I won’t!

Moreover, didn’t Zhou Xingxing say that egg fried rice is the essence of Chinese cuisine!

Well, there seems to be no movie like God of Cookery in this world, but it doesn’t matter! Now Liu Mang feels like a god of cooking when holding a kitchen knife, even if he only knows how to cook egg fried rice!

The steps to make egg fried rice, the heat that needs to be controlled, etc., flooded into his mind at this moment...

However, Liu Mang saw that other parents, even Melvin Booker, a parent who was not particularly wealthy, had an extra person next to him, probably a real chef invited to give guidance, and some even

He just started doing it by himself, and everyone thought it was normal, and the teachers didn't say anything. It was probably the norm, and Liu Mang understood why the little Loli wanted him to come instead of her mother.

Maybe the beautiful landlady... also asked two chefs to help! It seems that except for fried eggs and toast, all the food at home is ordered from the hotel.

Compared with those chefs who pick out the ingredients at the food rack, and some even bring their own expensive ingredients, Liu Mang's place seems too ordinary, just randomly picking a piece of meat and grabbing a few eggs.

Those chefs say they are here to give advice, but the actual work is done by the chefs. Only a handful of parents really only let the chefs give advice and do the work themselves. Most of them just mess around for a while and then go back to discussing business.

After all, the parents of the children here are basically well-known people. Liu Mang doesn't know them, but they probably have some well-known people in their own circle.

Seeing that other chefs are preparing high-end ingredients to prepare big meals, Liu Mang's egg fried rice is really shabby.

But Liu Mang didn't come here to show off. He was just here to accompany Dinah to participate in parent-child activities. He just wanted to make lunch for Dinah.

"By the way Dinah, uncle will teach you a song, and we will sing it together later." Liu Mang suddenly thought of this. He originally planned to teach it when he got up in the morning, but he forgot.

"Uncle, forget it, your singing on Dinah's birthday last year was terrible." Little Dinah rolled her eyes.

"Dina dislikes uncle..." Liu Mang looked sad.

"Okay, okay, let's sing together. Anyway, uncle, you are embarrassed." Dinah spread her hands helplessly, saying that she was unlucky to have such an uncle.

"Uncle, will you teach me Chinese songs? Dinah doesn't know Chinese."

"No, it's an English song. My uncle wrote it last night."

"Uncle, you can also write songs? Isn't it hard to listen to?"

"To learn or not to learn."

"Learn! The love song that uncle wrote for Dinah? So shy!"

"..."

"Hurry up, hurry up! Uncle, teach Dinah quickly!" Little Loli was a little excited.

"Okay, I'll sing a line and you learn a line. It's very simple."

"Uh-huh!"

“jingle-bells,-jingle-bells-jingle…”

"Huh? Uncle, what is this? It's so boring! Why do you want to learn ringtones!"

"Sing quickly!"

"Okay...jingle-bells,-jingle-bells..."

"oh-what-fun-it-is-to-ride-in-a-one-horse-open-sleigh,-hey..."

“oh-what-fun-it-is-to-ride-in-a-one-horse-open-sleigh,-hey…”

“jingle-bells,-jingle-bells-jingle-all-the-way-oh,-what-fun-it-is-to-ride-in-a-one-horse-open-sleigh…”

“jingle-bells,-jingle-bells-jingle-all-the-way-oh,-what-fun-it-is-to-ride-in-a-one-horse-open-sleigh…”

"..."

"..."

This song is easy to learn, very simple, and catchy. Beginners may even have a demonic urge to hum it unconsciously.

The little Loli initially despised it and thought it was a tune Liu Mang made up casually to make her happy. She felt that the uncle was really good enough. Unexpectedly, her eyes lit up when he sang.

Really...it sounds pretty good!

After Liu Mang finished teaching her, the little Lolita, who seemed to have good singing talent, learned a lot and asked in surprise: "Is this the song that uncle wrote for Dinah?"

"Of course, it was written by your uncle!"

"Uncle is so awesome!"

Looking at the little lolita with stars in her eyes, Liu Mang's vanity is bursting with ambition. Speaking of this song, even if he sings it to others, it is not a particularly difficult song. He may even be able to sing it at his age.

Not many people think it sounds good, but as long as the little loli likes it, that's fine.

I taught Dinah little Lolita twice. Dinah learned this song with clear rhythm, simple lyrics and simple singing method. Dinah little Lolita learned a song specially written for her. She was very excited.

He went off to practice by himself while Liu Mang continued to cook here.

Although Liu Mang knew that what he cooked was inconspicuous compared to those big meals such as steak and foie gras, and his parents probably laughed at him in their hearts, he still cooked it very carefully.

When the rice is cooked, scoop it out and let it dry for a while. Liu Mang's tip for fried rice is that the heat of the rice must dissipate first, and the rice should not be too dry or too wet. After it is cooked, scoop it out and let it dry for a while.

The shredded meat was cut very finely, a little thinner than rice, because the shredded meat will swell when fried. I also cut some carrots and cucumbers into dices, and it looks good when paired with it.

The preparation is very simple. After the rice is cool, start frying.

The spatula is a bit awkward. It's a short wooden spatula, so it's fine. There is no big wok that is common in China. It's the kind of wok with a cylindrical space in the middle. It's okay. Who said this is not my own country? I prepared it.

They are all such tools.

Olive oil? No vegetable oil? Just make do with it...

"The egg fried rice master starts..."

As soon as Liu Mang picked up the pot and shovel, a sentence came into his mind, and then his body seemed to be under his own control, and there was a feeling that was telling him what to do.

Heat the oil over high heat, beat the eggs, and break them up very quickly. Beat the eggs very evenly. Mix them up before they are burnt. Use the remaining little oil to stir-fry the lean meat.

Then put the meal down...

Liu Mang has also fried egg fried rice before. I believe there are few Chinese who have not fried egg fried rice, but I just make it casually and eat it. Isn't it just the taste of eggs and rice?

However, Liu Mang felt very different this time. Everything seemed so familiar and natural. After a while, an alluring aroma spread...

"Ding... the host has completed it with Love's Egg Fried Rice, and the completed work: Love's Egg Fried Rice..."

***The author has something to say***

Whether it's singing, cooking, or whatever, it's all seasoning between competitions. It's weird to keep writing about competitions. It's not bad to occasionally show off your talents that you clearly don't understand, right? Of course, it can't be too much.
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