My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 32 The Good Man

"At least it's the third prize..." Meng Lang could only comfort himself in this way.

Seven numbers and fourteen numbers are 1 yuan. How can I say that my autobiography is very close to a word of money, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it is still meat!
As for why the winning numbers can also be instigated by this little butterfly...

Forget it, knowing too much is not good for you.

"Hey! I'll go in and see if there's anything I can do to help."

Meng Lang felt the second injury to him from the joyful atmosphere in the room, so he decisively found an excuse to escape to the kitchen.

"Hey! You..." Lin Haitang seemed to want to stop her, but Meng Lang had already entered the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Xiao Yu was wearing a small apron, and was cooking braised pork on a small bench.

Seeing Meng Lang walk in suddenly, Xiao Yu turned her head.

"Uncle, why did you come in, go and sit down, it will be fine soon."

Seeing the little girl sweating slightly on her forehead, but skillfully frying a portion of braised pork out of the pan, Meng Lang couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

If my unlucky younger sister is half as well-behaved and sensible, I can spoil her to heaven...

"I'll see what I can do to help. I don't know how to cook, so it's always okay to fight."

Seeing Meng Lang's resolute attitude, Xiao Yu frowned, as if he was reluctant.

"Then uncle, knead the dough for me. The staple food at noon is noodles."

"okay!"

Kneading a dough, wouldn't it be enough to have hands?
Xiao Yu went out with the freshly cooked dishes. Meng Lang walked to the chopping board and was just about to roll up his sleeves and knead the dough when he was suddenly taken aback.

I didn't notice it just now, but after scanning it now, I realized that the things in the kitchen were compared with those in the living room.

Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, pots and pans are all neatly arranged.

Even the handles of a few kitchen knives are all looking up at the sky at a 45° angle, like a military parade.

Lin Haitang...it doesn't seem like she often goes into the kitchen.

emm...

In Tristin.

Holding back a laugh, Meng Lang washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves and started kneading the dough.

But anyone who knows how to cook knows that kneading dough seems simple, but it is not so easy to do it.

After kneading for a while, the noodles seemed to be getting harder and harder.

"Is it time to add water?"

Meng Lang had only seen pigs running, so he was a little worried, but his hands kept moving, rubbing and rubbing...

Huh?Seems to be feeling a little bit?
After adding some water, the movements of the hands became more and more proficient. At the beginning, I used the palms, and then slowly started to use the wrists, and the exertion became more skillful, as if I had kneaded the dough like this countless times.

【I'm home?Are you hungry, I’ll give you a bowl of noodles...]

For some reason, strange but familiar images suddenly flashed in my mind.

By coincidence, Meng Lang reached for a piece of pork on the cooking table...

……

"Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

When Xiao Yu took out the dishes, he just walked back to the kitchen when he heard a crisp and sharp sound of kitchen knives.

Xiao Yu walked to the door suspiciously, and saw Meng Lang holding a knife in his right hand, cutting meat with great skill, with standard posture and fast speed.

"Ok?"

Didn't the uncle say that he is a poor cook?

Poor cooking skills, but good knife skills?
Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei saw that Xiaoyu had been standing motionless by the kitchen door for a long time, looked at each other suspiciously, and ran over to have a look.

The next moment, the mouths of the two big and one small opened in an O shape...

I saw the man in the kitchen pouring the diced meat into a bowl of cooking wine.

Soak for about three seconds, remove it immediately, and then brush it with a knife to chop the diced meat into uniform particles the size of mung beans.

After taking it out, heat the oil just right, put the meat in, lift the pot, and drain the water.

"Whoa~"

Add salt, soybean oil and a spoonful of seasoning sauce, wrap the meat, and then turn the spoon for color.

Until the wrapped sauce is evenly integrated into the meat, the meat spits out oil, the meat is crispy and fragrant, and the color is golden yellow.

Take the pot and pour it into a large bowl, the hot oil sizzles, and the crispy golden meat is emitting hot white gas.

Immediately the house was filled with the smell of saozi.

"Bang! Bang!" The dough fell on the chopping board, increasing the texture of the noodles.

Then it's rolling, stacking, and cutting, all in one go!
Salt, soy sauce, vinegar, red oil, sesame oil, sprouts, plus a spoonful of fresh soup that has been boiled for a long time, throw the noodles into the pot, bursting with aroma.

After a while, the noodles were picked up, and the next moment they were put into the bowl.

"Wow~" Drizzle the simmered seeds, half of the red chili oil is served with two slices of green vegetables, and a burst of aroma hits the nostrils.

emm...

Looking at the masterpiece he made with his own hands, and then at his own hands, Meng Lang fell into a deep confusion...

This... I did it?
Second time.

If it is possible to say that the time in the bar was a hallucination, then how to explain it this time?

Judging from the quality of this bowl of saozi noodles alone, my culinary attainments have soared from the Stone Age at least to a diamond, and I am one step away from becoming a king, right?
I was definitely not fighting alone just now!
Zhuang Zhou Meng Die, Die Meng Zhuang Zhou.

He could hardly tell whether he was Zhuang Zhou or Meng Die.

Can the consciousness of two parallel time and space meet in the same time and space?
What about parallel lines that don't intersect?

It is said that there are identical twins who can communicate with each other halfway around the world.

Could it be that I have become a signal tower that can receive the consciousness signal from the parallel time and space?

Am I going to develop into the rhythm of the "hyperspace radio group"?

……

Living room dining table.

Lin Haitang picked up a noodle with chopsticks full of doubts.

The thin noodles are transparent on the outside and slightly yellow on the inside. The simmered rice dumplings on top are burnt and crispy, not to mention the taste, at least the color and aroma.

It shouldn't be...

Could it be that the pot of indescribable things I saw in his room last time was actually a hallucination?
"I didn't expect you to be able to cook. It looks like that. I'll try it first."

Yan Weiwei picked up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks a few times and then mixed them evenly. The red oil was wrapped on the noodles, and she directly picked up a chopstick.

The bright red chili oil on the noodles is dripping red, and there are small grains of browned pork dumplings on it, which makes people very appetizing.

As soon as the noodles entered, Yan Weiwei's eyes widened.

"Wow! That's awesome!"

The noodle has the slightly sweet taste of the wheat itself. As soon as it is stuffed into the mouth, the spicy taste of the base red oil has begun to stimulate the taste buds, but immediately there is a scent of seeds, which is the smell of crushed peanuts.

Xiao Yu also took a bite. Considering that children's tastes should not be too strong, her bowl is a slightly spicy version specially made by Meng Lang.

After taking a sip, Xiao Yu also showed shock, and immediately said aggrieved.

"Uncle, didn't you tell me that you can't cook? How can you lie to children?"

Meng Lang scratched his head with an unnatural expression. "This... the only thing I'm good at is this sausage noodles."

Lu Kexin is from Xishan, and this is the best thing about it.

After 18 years of husband and wife, every time she came home late, this is what meng lang made for him.

The so-called practice makes perfect, not to mention there is a lot of love in it?
Lin Haitang immediately heard the voice, she pinched her chin with one hand, and said thoughtfully, "Listen to what you said, there seems to be a story in it?
Let me guess, you are obviously a southerner, even if you want to learn how to cook, it is unlikely that you will choose a northern cuisine.

Is it possible... I learned it for the people I like?

Moreover, this person should still be from Xishan, right? "

I go!

roundworms!

"It's true!" Seeing Meng Lang's reaction, Yan Weiwei immediately knew that Lin Haitang was right, and she was immediately happy.

"Nowadays, men who can cook are all for women!

Eh!Isn't there a popular saying recently, what's it called? "

"Every good man is trained by previous ex-girlfriends?"

"Yes! That's it! Hahaha..."

Meng Lang was speechless.

yes!Thank you to my ex-wife for cultivating such an excellent me, but I am no longer who I was at that time...

Uh... so I always feel that I am the scumbag.

But that's not the point, the point is...

Classmate Xiao Yu, why do you know such popular expressions as a primary school student...

(End of this chapter)