Chapter 32 A Good Man
"It's the third prize anyway..." Meng Lang could only comfort himself.
Seven numbers, fourteen digits, 10,000 yuan, no matter how you say your autobiography, it is very close to a thousand dollars. No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat!
As for why the winning number can be incited by my little butterfly...
Forget it, knowing too much is not good for you.
"Ahem! I'll go in and see if there's anything I can do to help."
Meng Lang felt the secondary harm done to him by the joyful atmosphere in the room, and decisively found an excuse to escape to the kitchen.
"Hey! You..." Lin Haitang seemed to want to stop him, but Meng Lang had already gotten into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Xiao Yu is wearing a small apron and cooking a braised pork on a small bench. The aroma of the food in the kitchen makes people eat it.
Seeing Meng Lang suddenly walk in, Xiao Yu turned her head.
"Uncle, why are you here? Come and sit down. You'll be fine soon."
Seeing the little girl's forehead sweating slightly, but skillfully frying a portion of braised pork, Meng Lang couldn't help but Somewhat distressed.
If my unlucky little sister were half as well-behaved and sensible as someone else, I could spoil her to the heavens...
"Let me see if there is anything I can do to help, rice. I don’t know how to cook, so it’s okay to start with me.”
Seeing Meng Lang’s resolute attitude, Xiao Yu frowned, seeming a little reluctant.
"Uncle, please help me knead the dough. The staple food for lunch is noodles."
"Okay!"
Knead the dough, wouldn't it be enough to have hands?
Xiaoyu went out carrying the dishes that had just been cooked. Meng Lang walked to the chopping board and was about to roll up his sleeves and knead the dough when he was suddenly stunned.
I didn't pay attention just now, but now I scanned it like this, and I found that the things in the kitchen were compared with those in the living room.
Oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, pots and pans are arranged neatly.
Even the handles of several kitchen knives are all tilted upward at 45°, looking up at the sky, like a military parade.
Lin Haitang... doesn't look like he often enters the kitchen.
emm……
Intristin.
Holding back his laughter, Meng Lang washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves and started kneading the dough.
However, anyone who knows how to cook knows that kneading dough may seem simple, but actually it is not that easy.
After kneading for a while, I felt that the dough seemed to be getting harder and harder.
"Do I need to add water at this time?"
Meng Lang had only seen pigs running away and was a little worried, but he kept moving his hands, rubbing them...
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Huh? Feeling something?
After adding some water, my hand movements became more and more skillful. I used my palms at first, and then slowly started to use my wrists. The force became more skillful, as if I had kneaded dough like this countless times.
【Come back? Are you hungry? I'll give you a bowl of noodles...】
I don't know why, but strange and familiar pictures suddenly flashed through my mind.
By some strange coincidence, Meng Lang's hand reached out to a piece of pork on the cooking table...
...
"Tuk-tuk-tuk! Tuk-tuk-tuk!"
When Xiaoyu took the dishes out and just walked back to the kitchen, he heard a crisp and sharp sound of kitchen knives in the kitchen.
Xiao Yu walked to the door in confusion and saw Meng Lang holding a knife in his right hand, cutting meat with extremely skillful skills, with standard posture and fast speed.
“Huh?”
Didn’t the uncle say that his cooking skills are terrible?
My cooking skills are terrible, but my knife skills are so good?
Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei saw Xiao Yu standing motionless at the door of the kitchen for a long time. They looked at each other in confusion and ran over to take a look.
The next moment, the mouths of the two big and small opened neatly into an O shape...
I saw the man in the kitchen pouring the chopped meat into a bowl of cooking wine. middle.
Soak for about three seconds, take it out immediately, then chop the diced meat into uniform particles the size of mung beans with a flash of knife.
After taking it out, the oil is just heated, add the meat, lift the pot, and drain away the water.
“Wow~”
Add salt, soybean oil and a spoonful of flavor-enhancing sauce, wrap the meat cubes, and then turn the spoon to color.
Until all the wrapped sauce is evenly integrated into the meat, the meat spits oil, the meat is crispy and fragrant, and the color is golden brown.
Pour it into a large bowl, the hot oil sizzles, and the crispy golden meat is steaming with white steam.
Suddenly the room was filled with the smell of sour seeds.
"Bang! Bang!" The dough fell on the chopping board, increasing the texture of the noodles.
Then it’s time to roll, fold, and cut the noodles, all in one go!
Salt, soy sauce, vinegar, red oil, sesame oil, bean sprouts, and a spoonful of fresh soup that has been simmered for a long time. Throw the noodles into the pot and let out bursts of aroma.
After a while, pick up the noodles and put them in the bowl the next moment.
"Wow~" Pour on the sauteed seeds, half of the red chili oil and two slices of green vegetables, and a burst of aroma comes to your nostrils.
emm...
Looking at the masterpiece he made with his own hands, and then at his hands, Meng Lang fell into deep confusion...
This... …Did I do it?
The second time.
If that time at the bar might have been a hallucination, then how do you explain it today?
Judging from the quality of this bowl of noodles, my culinary skills have soared from at least the Stone Age to diamonds. Is it just one step away from becoming a king?
I was definitely not fighting alone just now!
Zhuang Zhou and Meng Die, Die Meng Zhuang Zhou.
He could hardly tell whether he was Zhuang Zhou or Meng Die.
Can two consciousnesses in parallel time and space meet in the same time and space?
What if the parallel lines do not intersect?
Identical twins are said to be able to communicate spiritually half a world apart.
Could it be that I have become a signal tower and can receive my own consciousness signals from parallel time and space?
Am I going to develop into a "super-dimensional radio wave clan"?
……
Living room dining table.
Lin Haitang picked up a noodle with chopsticks with a puzzled face.
The thin noodles are transparent on the outside and slightly yellow on the inside. The sauteed seeds poured on top are crispy and crispy. The taste is not to mention, at least the color and fragrance are completely indisputable.
This shouldn't be...
Could it be that the pot of indescribable things I saw in his room last time was actually an illusion?
“I didn’t expect you to know how to cook. It looks like that. Let me try it first.”
Yan Weiwei picked up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks a few times. Mix it evenly, coat the noodles with red oil, and pick it up with a pair of chopsticks.
The bright red chili oil on the noodles is dripping red, and there are small pieces of browned pork jelly on it, which makes people very appetizing.
As soon as the face entered the room, Yan Weiwei's eyes widened.
“Hmm! So delicious!”
The noodles have the slightly sweet taste of wheat itself. As soon as they are put into the mouth, the spiciness of the red oil base begins to stimulate the taste buds, but then There was a fragrance that filled the air, it was the smell of crushed peanuts.
Xiaoyu also took a bite. Considering that children should not have too strong tastes, her bowl was a slightly spicy version specially made by Meng Lang.
After taking a bite, Xiao Yu also looked shocked, and then said aggrievedly.
"Uncle, didn't you tell me that you can't cook? How could you lie to a child?"
Meng Lang scratched his head, his expression a little unnatural. "This... I think the only thing I'm good at is this spicy noodle."
Lu Kexin is from Xishan, and this is the best one.
After being married for eighteen years, every time she came home late, this is what Meng Lang did for him.
Practice makes perfect, not to mention there is a lot of love in it?
Lin Haitang immediately heard the overtone of the words. She held her chin with one hand and said thoughtfully, "What does this mean? There seems to be a story in it?
Let me guess, You are obviously from the south, even if you have to learn how to do it It’s impossible to choose a northern cuisine.
Is it possible that I learned it for someone I like?
Besides, this person should be from Xishan, right?”
I'm going!
roundworms!
“It’s true!” Yan Weiwei saw Meng Lang’s reaction and immediately knew that Lin Haitang was right, and she was immediately happy.
"Nowadays, nine out of ten men who can cook do it for women!
Hey! There is a very popular saying recently, what is it called?"
< br>“Every good man is trained by his ex-girlfriends?”
"Yes! That's it! Hahaha..."
Meng Lang was speechless.
Yes! Thank you to my ex-wife for raising such an outstanding person in me, but I am no longer the same person as I was then...
Uh... I feel like I am the one who is the scumbag.
But this is not the point, the point is...
Classmate Xiaoyu, why do you, a primary school student, know such popular terms... (End of Chapter)