Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 460 The Most Romantic Thing - Smart
"Look at what?"

Hu Lai raised his hand and shook it in front of Liu Ruixuan.

"It's nothing." Liu Ruixuan smiled and turned his head.

"Did you find that I am much more handsome?"

Hu Lai moved his face closer, winked at Liu Ruixuan and smiled.

"Heh." Liu Ruixuan snorted and smiled, "Yes, you are the most handsome, the most handsome in the world."

"That's not true." Hu Lai shook his neck immodestly, "I am very attractive to female students."

"Oh. Alright, you, I'll give you some color, can you open a soy sauce shop?"

Liu Ruixuan glanced at Hu Lai, pointed to the dough in front of him, "Should we roll the dough directly?"

"Huh?" Hu Lai snorted, "What were you doing just now, didn't you see it?"

"I'm learning from you," Liu Ruixuan snorted, "I just remember you painted green onions."

"Hey," Hu Lai smiled and turned his face again, "You're not secretly thinking about your cousin, are you?"

"I owe you a beating." Liu Ruixuan raised his hand and raised his hand towards Hu Lai's smiling face. After thinking for a while, he stopped in mid-air and kicked it with his left foot.

This is coming, really.

Unexpectedly, he hit the mark.

"Oh." Hu Lai let out a pain, "You have the ability to hit your cousin."

"I don't hit girls." Liu Ruixuan snorted, "How do I start? Tell me quickly."

"First divide the dough into two parts, then, roll out pancakes, and then, coat with chopped green onion..."

Hu Lai rubbed his kicked right leg, pointed to a pile of noodles on the chopping board, and began to lecture seriously.

"Stop!" Liu Ruixuan stopped, "I see."

"Okay." Hu Lai stopped talking, looked at Liu Ruixuan quietly, thought for a while, then moved a bamboo chair out of the room, and sat on Liu Ruixuan's left to oversee the work.

Liu Ruixuan moved his hands left and right, and with his hands, the dough split into two instantly.Then he kneaded it in his hands, put it on the chopping board and pressed it, took the rolling pin, and rolled it from side to side, shaking it from side to side.

Huh, I suddenly realized that the relaxed oval shape of Lailai's subordinates suddenly turned into an irregular shape in his hands, dangling from side to side on the chopping board, refusing to obey his commands.

"Okay, okay. It's too long." Hu Lai on the side waved his hands again and again, "Pick it up and adjust the direction, it's too long."

"Oh." Liu Ruixuan looked up and took a look, then reached out to pick up the bread spread on the chopping board, but found that he couldn't pick it up, it was stuck to the chopping board.

He looked at Hu Lai blankly.

Hu Lai scratched his head habitually, and heyed twice: "Brother, you forgot to add flour under the dough."

The corner of Liu Ruixuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he blinked: "Then what should we do now?"

"What should I do? Of course it's a hard pull." Hu Lai stretched out his hand and made a pulling motion.

"Okay." Liu Ruixuan curled his lips, and pulled the extremely irregular pancake. In an instant, the thin and ugly pancake was pulled into strands, which were held in Liu Ruixuan's hands.

Hu Lai couldn't help laughing.

"Xiao Rui, you're really good at it." Hu Lai raised his hand and patted Liu Ruixuan's shoulder, "No one is perfect, it's true."

Liu Ruixuan pursed his lips, glanced at Hu Lai, and without making a sound, kneaded and kneaded the stretched dough until it became the original dough again.

"Yo? It's okay."

Hu Lai, who originally came up to help, backed away, and retreated to the left side of the table.

When Liu Ruixuan heard the words, he raised his eyebrows, gave Hu Lai a sideways glance, and continued to knead the dough in his hand.

"Okay, okay, it's almost done." Hu Lai couldn't help interrupting, "It will be too hard if you knead it any more, it won't taste good."

"Yeah." Liu Ruixuan nodded, grabbed a large handful of flour and put it on the chopping board, then put the dough on it, pressed it with his hands, took the rolling pin, and rolled it again.

This time, he suddenly had an idea, and counted silently in his heart. When he counted to five, he changed the direction of the bread and continued to repeat the action just now.

Go back and forth a few times to get a nearly perfect circle.

"Ahem," Hu Lai coughed lightly twice, "There are roots of wisdom, but the round ones are not suitable for placing on the side of the pot."

"Heh." Liu Ruixuan snorted softly, "We don't know how to cook, the middle must be empty, just put it in the middle."

"Huh?" Hu Lai was taken aback for a moment, then nodded immediately, "That makes sense. Then you can continue."

Liu Ruixuan did the same, rolling out eight or nine sheets of dough cakes in one go, except for four round ones, the others were all oval.

A small sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously in my heart.

"Stop, stop." Hu Lai interrupted Liu Ruixuan's movement of continuing to roll out the dough, and pointed to the small bowl beside him, "Spread the scallion oil on it first, otherwise the dough will dry out and won't stick on after a while."

"Oh!" Liu Ruixuan responded, nodded, put down the rolling pin, took a small spoon on the side, filled a full spoon, and spread it on the dough cake.

"Wrong, not all of them are painted." Hu Lai stopped him aloud, "It's enough to paint the middle one of the two."

"Are you afraid that you won't have enough scallions?" Liu Ruixuan agreed, but didn't stop applying scallion oil. "My mother has planted a lot under the grape trellis, so don't worry."

"Okay then." Hu Lai responded, "Actually, put more on it, it tastes better."

Liu Ruixuan smiled, glanced at Hu, took the small bowl, pulled it with a spoon, and fell some more.

Then, spread them out one by one with a small spoon. After finishing the application, I suddenly felt dizzy. Every sheet was coated, and it was not easy to turn it over. Once turned over, the clean shallots would fall off.

After thinking about it, forget it, just fold a piece of bread in half.

Get it!

Hu Lai watched from the side, his eyes widened instantly, huh?

Is that okay?

Xiao Rui is really smart!
When there were only four of the twelve dough pieces left on the chopping board, I suddenly discovered that the scallion oil had bottomed out.

Liu Ruixuan beat the flour in his hands, glanced at Hu, and then walked to the three borders of green onions under the grape trellis.

"Do you know how to chop chopped green onions?" Hu Lai looked at Liu Ruixuan who came over with a dozen green onions and asked, "Isn't that a little too much?"

"No, but you can learn it. As long as you chop it up?" Liu Ruixuan snorted, then looked at the green onion in his hand, "A lot? Not a lot?"

"It's a bit too much. There were so many just now, and my mother only used five green onions?" Hu Lai slapped his mouth, "We still have four, no, it's eight if you break it. If there are more, it's okay. Wait for Aunt Hua to come back." The cooking is ready."

"That's right." Liu Ruixuan nodded, and began to clean up the dirt and yellow leaves on the shallots. Hu Lai walked over to help clean up.

"Let me cut it." After cleaning up, Hu Lai took the kitchen knife and put the shallots on the corner of the table, "You haven't cut it before, so don't do it."

"Have you ever cut it?" Liu Ruixuan shook the green onion in his hand, put it on the table, and looked at Hu, "Say it as if you are really a great chef."

"Me neither." Hu Lai replied seriously, and then laughed again, "I think my mother cut it. So."

"What's the reason?" Liu Ruixuan reached out and snatched the kitchen knife, "Today, you came to teach me, not to perform by yourself."

"Okay." Hu Lai smiled, and stepped back to the right, "Then you can be careful, this knife looks much brighter than my one, I tried it just now, it seems to be quite fast."

"Don't worry," Liu Ruixuan snorted, gestured left and right, then took a green onion, carefully chopped it in half, then carefully folded the two halves in half, and then cut it into two smaller halves.

Repeatedly, a long, fat onion was quickly chopped into a length shorter than half of the little finger.

It's just, it seems, it's still a little long.

Liu Ruixuan looked at the small pile of green onions in front of him, and glanced at Hu: "Is it, or is it too long?"

"Yeah." Hu Lai nodded emphatically, "I made a gesture. It should be about the size of the fingernail of my little finger. In this case, it's still a bit big."

"Oh." Liu Ruixuan raised his hand to look, looked down again, carefully took a small piece of green onion, and carefully cut it one by one. When the fourth cut was made, suddenly, came an inspiration.

He held the upper left part of the kitchen knife with his left hand, and the handle of the knife with his right hand, grinding the small pile of chopped green onions from side to side up and down.

Ah!How clever!

Hu Lai looked at the scallions that had become much smaller in an instant under the kitchen knife, and couldn't help but nodded in his heart.

A gust of warm wind blew by, carrying the scent of ripening grapes.

Liu Ruixuan looked up at the grape trellis in the yard.

July is here again.

The grapes in the yard are about to ripen again.

Very sweet very sweet grapes.

Looking at the vine leaves dancing with the wind, Liu Ruixuan's thoughts were pulled far away again.

In that not-too-distant memory, there was a girl with two shofar braids, took a grape with a smile, peeled off the grape skin very carefully, then took a very gentle bite, and said with a smile , so sweet.

He looked at it, and laughed along with him, his mood was as bright and brilliant as the sunshine above his head.

At that moment, he realized that the grapes can be eaten without the skins. He and Lai Lai always swallowed the grapes without the skins one by one.

Liu Ruixuan smiled, looked away, and continued to cut the green onions in his hand.

July has arrived, can September be far behind?
In two months, he will be able to go to Jingyun.

Thinking that way, a small joy surged in my heart.

I don't know, what is my cousin doing in the distant Jingyun at this time?

Will he be the same as him, when he sees the grapes, he will also think of the past that went to the wind.

It is said that the past is like the wind.

But he, in gusts of wind, always thinks of those past events that have gone far, and he also thinks of the cousin who left but never went far.

The Xuan Chuang, which has passed through the years and years, accompanied by a ray of bright sunshine, came from the depths of memory, and it was gentle for his whole summer and even his whole childhood.

Liu Ruixuan smiled slightly, wishing that time would pass by gradually.Stay with her with a smile, enjoy a simple warmth, and wait for the arrival of the next summer.

(End of this chapter)