"Be calm, you don't have to worry about it." Jiang Nuanzhi saw that something was wrong, grabbed Li Rong and patted him comfortably: "Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, hey, yes, this little pearl powder is not in the way. Look, it looks like white plums printed on the ground. Isn’t it very beautiful?”
Li Rong hugged the medicine mill in a daze, and faced Jiang Nuanzhi’s beautiful appearance, as if it was a packet of water. His eyes nodded after a while.
"Arong, continue to help me grind the pearls, I'll use them later."
Li Rong lowered his eyes and fell between Jiang Nuan's hair, and the hairband on her head was moved due to the movement of the movement of her hairband. He had already floated to the front and blocked half of his forehead. He reached out to help him and responded: "I understand."
After saying that, he turned around and went to the pharmacy.
Jiang Nuanzhi breathed a sigh of relief and turned into the kitchen. When she came out again, she smiled and took a basin and gave it to Xin Bo: "General Xin, I have been worried about this for a long time. Please help me separate the red beans and mung beans."
Everyone calmed down and looked at it. When I went, I saw half of mung beans and half red beans in the basin that Jiang Nuanzhi took back.
Xin Bo clasped his fists: "The last general will take the order!"
Then, he sat on the table in a tight battle and went to pick beans. When he raised his face, he frowned, as if he had encountered difficulties in life.
Jiang Nuanzhi nodded with satisfaction, subconsciously looked at the pharmacy, and saw Li Rong holding a sharp knife in his hand, looking quietly with his eyes down, not knowing what he was thinking.
Jiang Nuanzhi's relaxed breath suddenly lifted up again.
She recently felt something was wrong with Li Rong. Sometimes his expression suddenly seemed to have become another person. She didn't study psychology much, but she was really afraid that Li Rong would have a violent personality.
Often people suffer from severe stimulation and have a long-term huge depression, their mental problems are most likely to occur. Not to mention the generals who fought on the battlefield all year round, and who did not need psychological treatment?
Li Rong's age is not a simple battlefield trauma. If he had been put into ordinary people, he would have collapsed long ago. He is still very normal so far, and he doesn't even have any emotional venting, which is a big problem in itself.
Jiang Nuanzhi's current mood cannot be described as a terrifying sentence.
"A Nuan, are you calling me?"
When Li Rong saw Jiang Nuanzhi looking at him, he strode forward, stood in front of Jiang Nuanzhi with his head down, looking at his normal appearance.
Jiang Nuanzhi glanced at him: "Cook with me?"
"Oh, okay." He was used to being so easy to talk.
When I think about it carefully, it seems that he talks to him well, but he doesn't even speak sharply. Even when she came through it, she still had the title of a vicious stepmother, and he seemed to have never said harsh words to her.
Just like now, he can't take care of himself and still takes himself gentle.
On the contrary, I am often irritable and yelled without caring about it.
Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and pulled his sleeves into the kitchen.
If you put him alone in the pharmacy, you might as well go into the kitchen with yourself, and at least you can keep an eye on it.
Li Rong is a little absent-minded in doing things now. Jiang Nuanzhi didn't let him peel and burn the fire, but just let him knead him. Anyway, he has strength, and the more he is, the more arduous he becomes, and it has no effect.
Today, Jiang Nuanzhi gave Fu Shengfu two vacations and let them go home for a reunion year. The whole family is busy talking about the matters before and after the stove.
At this moment, the oil in the pot is also hot.
The previous chicken strips have been almost marinated. After the prepared noodles are paste, they start to fry them in the oil pan.
The oil pan sizzled and the fragrance burst out.
There are many things to be fried today, not only chicken balls, chicken strips, and pork strips, but also vegetable balls, sesame balls, mushrooms, cabbage, and pot buns. Squirrel mandarin fish.
As he became so busy, Jiang Nuanzhi became sweating in a short while. "Arong, sister-in-law, I'm back." Chi Heng brought air conditioning into the door and first came to find Jiang Nuanzhi and the others. Jiang Nuanzhi kept flipping the magnolia off his hands and asked casually: "Are you done?"
"Well, we were buried one by one, and we also sacrificed wine. Let you go The ice lamps I made before were also put away." Chi Heng stared at the tumbled balls in the pot, lowered his eyes, and thought of the basket of things Jiang Nuanzhi prepared for him, and he clasped his fists and bowed: "I'm sorry, my sister-in-law, my wife, remembered me. I will worship my parents today."
Jiang Nuanzhi was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something, but the next second he heard a "click".
Li Rong looked at the broken wooden basin on his hand with a little helplessness: "A Nuan, I didn't mean it."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Nuanzhi changed it to him. A pot came: "Use this."
Li Rong took it, lowered his head and continued to knead the flour. The dough was already delicate and shiny by him, but his hands were still not stopped.
Chi Heng looked at Li Rong but stopped. If it were normal, he wanted to persuade him, but now he was not stable. He was afraid that he would not speak well, so he simply shut up.
"Try it."
Chiheng was distracted and saw Jiang Nuanzhi handing over a white porcelain bowl in front of him. The bowl was filled with golden strips of meat, with burnt and fragrant meat, as if there was a faint sweet fragrance lingering in the nose. Chi Heng couldn't help but sucked his nose, and reached out to take it, but he took it back in a daze. "Thank you sister-in-law, you're rude. You'd better wait for a banquet before eating." "You'll just eat it. I'll leave early in the morning. I think I'll be hungry." >
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Chi Heng was stunned for a moment, and finally reached out to grab a strip of meat and put it in his mouth.
After one bite, it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, full of burnt fragrance, as if there was a sweet and fresh fruity aroma in his mouth. He was so delicious that he was stunned for a moment.
"Sweet."
"Yes, sweet." Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and said, "Arong also tastes it."
"I don't. Wow.”
It was a little casual about Li Rong. Without waiting for him to refuse, Jiang Nuanzhi directly reached out and picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth: "Try it, is the heat enough?"
Feed it to Li Rong's meatballs with mashed potatoes mixed with milk, and the sweet and crispy smell spread in his mouth. Li Rong was stunned for a while before nodding. The kneading of the dough on my hands finally stopped. "Tasteful." "Then eat another one and help me taste how fried this meat strip is." This time, Jiang Nuanzhi gave Li Rong a hand again. There were meat strips stuffed like Chi Heng.
Immediately afterwards, he fed it to the waiter who was burning the fire next to him.
The waiter's little face was blushing when he was burning. He kept standing in front of the stove, and his mouth was filled with oil: "Mom, if you continue eating like this, I'm afraid I can't eat anything at the New Year's Eve later! "
Jiang Nuanzhi was amused and gave him the bowl directly: "I took some of each one and gave everyone a belly first. This year's New Year's banquet will be later."
The waiter took the bowl and ran out.
Chiheng was later divided into a bowl, and the thick bowl was filled with hot water and held in his hands.
At this time, the fragrance in his mouth was still there, and he was nestled in a warm chair, and his tense mood has been a little relaxed recently.
When he got up, his eyes fell on the snowman outside the window. The snowman was round and had a big belly, with a red silk and a red hat, with a red face on his face and a tongue sticking out. The thick branches made of hands put one on the hips and the other pointed at the sky. The snowman next to it looked like a clapping hand, which was really funny and festive.
In fact, it is not just this snowman, but also red silk is tied to the trees. The couplets of Fu are even more decorated with the house. When you look closely, it seems that each Fu is different. Some of the characters even draw kittens, which looks cute. The children and the elderly in the room were busy and cheering.
Chiheng raised his lips and smiled unconsciously, picked up a meatball and stuffed it into his mouth. The meatball was very delicious, salty and fragrant. This is probably the most lively New Year's Eve he has ever lived in his half life.
Count it, since he was five years old, he has never celebrated New Year's Eve like this.
As for the age of five, he doesn't remember it. (This chapter ends)