In the entire east wing, the cries were so loud that the roof was about to be blown off ~
Ye Feifeng sat at the end of the kang with her arms folded and listened to the cry of the little skinny monkey. Xiao Qian took another pillow and was about to throw it at it. There was a loud "clang" and the old wooden door was kicked open from the outside, and the cold wind blew all the way.
The little skinny monkey, whose face was covered with tears from the cold, shivered.
"You unlucky bitch, if you dare to scream again, get out of here!"
Lao Qian strode up to the little skinny monkey with a gloomy face. He scolded and pinched her hard twice, "You are a good family and a good business man. I will make you, such an obscure thing, howl..."
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
"You bitch! If you dare to scream at the top of your lungs again, I will tear your mouth out!"
The anger in the morning has not yet come out. Lao Qian is not the kind of person who sulks about herself. She is already thinking of finding trouble, but she still wants to lure people over with tears and howls. Now
Fortunately, Mr. Qian held me down and twisted her hard several times, and I was so frightened that I could no longer cry.
After a lot of tossing, Lao Qian finally vented his anger, clapped his hands and walked away happily, leaving the poor little skinny monkey squatting on the ground covering his mouth and crying, but he didn't dare to cry anymore.
Xiao Qian rolled his eyes, turned over and continued to sleep.
Ye Feifeng expressionlessly held out the sieve and asked the little skinny monkey to pick up the beans. After crying so much, the little skinny monkey became even hungrier. Then she remembered her big white steamed buns, but she didn't know where they had rolled.
The little skinny monkey was so anxious that he crawled on the ground and groped around, and finally dug it out behind the door. It turned out that Old Qian had been gone for a while, and few people had yet to close the door of the house. The cold wind blew in the room like an ice kiln.
It seems that the white flour steamed buns have long since cooled down, and there is still a layer of dust and dirt on them.
"Humph, what a bitch. He won't eat the hot buns. He'll get a beating if he doesn't make a fuss, and then he gnaws on the dirty cold buns!"
Ye Feifeng had already seen the steamed bun roll behind the door, so she deliberately left the door open. Now she would watch the little skinny monkey tearing and tearing the skin of the steamed bun pitifully, and then squatting on the ground like a dog, holding the cold one with tears in her eyes.
As she gnawed on the steamed bun, she felt indescribably happy. Finally, there was someone more unlucky than her. If she didn't take advantage of the situation, she would be sorry for herself!
Crossing his arms and closing the door, he turned around and cursed coldly, "If I don't finish picking up the beans this afternoon, I won't even be able to eat the cold steamed buns tonight!"
The little skinny monkey Qian Xiaohe took a bite of the steamed bun and lowered her head so that no one could see her resentful eyes.
Because of her early arrival to Haikou, He Xiner started working early in the afternoon. Ye Laiyin was surprised to know that Dabai had come back from hunting some pheasants. He happily praised Dabai and ran to the kitchen to help.
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Well, the parents took action, but He Xiner, the one who talked about cooking, actually stood aside and directed.
Mrs. Wang heated up a large pot of hot water, and Ye Laiyin neatly plucked the chicken feathers and cleaned them up. At He Xiner's request, she chopped all the chicken into small pieces. Then Mr. Wang took over and ordered it according to her daughter's instructions.
If required, add seasonings and mix well.
Farmers don't waste anything, and Ye Laiyin also cleaned up the chicken offal. He Xiner took the initiative and fried it with dried chili peppers. She thought the portion was not much, so she added two green onions, which were full of oil.
bowl.
The highlight is naturally the fried chicken nuggets. With his elder brother watching over the vegetable garden, Ye Laiyin is not in a hurry and insists on staying in the kitchen to watch his daughter cook.
Well, it’s quite lively with a family of three all crowded into a small kitchen.
"Xin'er, the oil pan is foaming."
"Okay, let's do it!"
He Xiner held the soaked chicken pieces with chopsticks and put them into the oil pan along the edge of the pan. There was a "squeak" sound and oil splashed~
"Ouch, there's still water in this chicken, Xin'er needs to be careful!" This chapter has been completed!