Don't panic, Father Xueba and I crossed together

Chapter 38, too much to finish
The paper has turned yellow, and it has been shelved for a long time.

I bought it before the Year of the Monkey, in order to settle a lawsuit for the villagers and leave a written note.

Village Chief Yang himself only knew a few words, and after crookedly writing a few words on the paper, he stamped his private seal.

Barely considered a mature letter of recommendation.

In this day and age, no one would forge such things, and if they were not careful, they would be expelled from the village, or other punishments.

They attach great importance to the treatment of the elders in the clan, or being driven out of the village.

Without the shelter of the village, there would be no land, and it would be difficult to have a place to put down roots.

After getting the letter of recommendation, Feng Minsheng and the village chief bid farewell and returned home.

After arriving at home, the sky slowly dimmed.

Feng Minsheng lit the kerosene lamp, glanced at Fengjin's dark room, and knew that she might have entered the space, so he went straight into the kitchen because of the man in black hiding in the dark.

Just pretend that Fengjin is sleeping!

The kitchen is pitch-black, and the mung bean-sized kerosene lamp barely props up a small space.

Recently, he has earned a lot of money by relying on prescriptions, and he has almost bought everything he needs to buy at home.

All he had to do was sever ties with the Feng family's old house and make good money.

sizzle...

Feng Minsheng poured oil into the pot, cracked an egg, and the egg solidified quickly under the high temperature of the oil.

Sprinkle a little thirteen spices, and the delicious fried eggs are ready.

Feng Minsheng made two in a row, two people, one for each person.

But remembering how my daughter could eat it, I decisively fried another one for her.

Either I was afraid that my daughter would not have enough to eat, or I was afraid that my daughter would not have enough to eat, and then I would take away my own.

I still can't get it back.

After frying the eggs, Feng Minsheng kneaded some noodles, and spread pancakes with the remaining oil in the pan.

In the mixed batter, Feng Minsheng put a lot of vegetables, and the vegetables and batter are mixed together, which looks pretty good.

Sprinkle a little green onion, put some thirteen spices, and a fragrant and steaming green vegetable pancake is successfully made.

Feng Minsheng is a very patient person, and the pancakes he makes are thin and delicious.

According to this weight, let alone my daughter, even I can eat five, six, seven or eight in one go.

Feng Minsheng spread out one by one, and put them one by one in the basin to dry.

The movements are smooth and flowing, and this kind of thing has been done many times at first sight.

When Feng Minsheng made the eighth vegetable pancake, Fengjin finally came out of the space.

As soon as she returned to the house where she lived, she smelled a smell of rice.

Without further ado, he ran straight to the kitchen.

At this time, another pancake was ready in the pan, Feng Minsheng took out the pancake and put it in the basin.

As soon as he put it down, Fengjin took the chopsticks and couldn't wait to pick them up.

"Eat the eggs first."

Feng Minsheng patted Fengjin's hand, and put the eggs that had just been spread in front of Fengjin.

"Oh, there are only three of them, don't you want to eat them, Dad? I've already said that I'm the cook, so I'll make three of them for you later!"

Feng Jin blinked, and ate an egg in two or three bites.

A normal meal, just three eggs, no big deal.

Feng Minsheng was silent for a while.

He still does less.

A half-grown girl who eats a poor old man.

Feng Jin quickly finished off the three eggs and ate two more pancakes, her stomach was [-]% full.

Feng Minsheng continued to spread pancakes, and there was already a pot of pancakes.

But he recently discovered that he could no longer control his daughter's appetite at all.

"Come on, give me, Dad, you eat."

After Feng Jin put down the chopsticks, she snatched the spatula from Feng Minsheng's hand, as if spreading pancakes.

Feng Minsheng blinked, and silently stepped aside.

Back then, he still remembered the instant noodles his daughter made for him, which was quite delicious.

After many years, can I finally eat pancakes made by my daughter who can't take care of herself?
Feng Jin poked the pancake with a spatula from time to time, always paying attention to whether it needs to be turned over.

While watching the pancakes, talking to my father,

"Why don't you eat, Daddy?"

Feng Minsheng has been standing aside watching Fengjin spread the pancakes, and has no intention of eating.

"I'll eat it later, it's time to turn it over."

Feng Minsheng calmly reminded.

A smell of paste had penetrated into his nostrils.

"Oh oh oh."

Feng Jin quickly turned over.

The well-behaved pancakes in Feng Minsheng's hands turned into heavy stone mills in Feng Jin's hands, and it was very difficult to turn them over.

After barely turning over, the body became "torn apart".

Feng Minsheng twitched facelessly.

The same spatula, the same batter, but different people, why is there such a big gap?
But it still can't hurt the child's self-esteem.

"It's very well done, pay attention, don't break it again, or I won't be able to eat so much."

Feng Minsheng Road.

Feng Jin: ...

She suspected that her father was either comforting herself, or just a high-level black.

Feng Jin took a deep breath, and concentrated on spreading the pancakes.

After 2 minutes, there were some dark crumbs in Feng Minsheng's bowl.

Good guy.

If Feng Minsheng hadn't watched it himself, he really wouldn't have guessed that this pile of things was actually pancakes.

Those who didn’t know thought it was the brother of fried black rice!
"Eat it while it's hot, and I'll spread a few more pancakes for you."

Feng Jin urged Feng Minsheng to eat the "pancake" he made, and then picked up the batter to make another one.

According to her own experience, one can't get enough to eat at all, and she has to cook at least five for her father!
"No need, there are so many, it's enough!"

Feng Minsheng stops Fengjin.

His bowl is no longer a pancake, but a pile of pancakes, small and exquisite,... very cute?
"Father has such a bad appetite? Then I'll fry three more eggs for you!"

Feng Jin put down the batter and picked up an egg.

"One egg will do."

Feng Minsheng's face twitched wildly.

Did his daughter define herself according to her food intake?
"It's done!"

Feng Jin thinks that Dad may not want to eat too much dinner today and wants to lose weight.

Men also need to take care of their bodies when they get old.

She had seen it several times before, and Dad secretly used his own skin care lotion.

The seemingly serious and strict teacher is actually...a little afraid of getting old.

sizzle...

clack clack...

The sound of frying eggs and Feng Minsheng eating pancakes resounded in the kitchen, unusually crisp.

"Is it delicious?"

Feng Jin also asked a question.

"good to eat."

Feng Minsheng is a deadpan trash can.

"It's delicious and I'll make it for you."

Feng Jin's confidence doubled.

"Alright, let's adjust the cold dishes next time. I have a bad stomach and don't like pancakes."

Feng Minsheng Road.

Feng Jin:? ? ?
I have a bad stomach, and I still eat cold dishes!

Of course not, Feng Jin silently decided to cook soup for her father in the future!

While Feng Jin was thinking, he put the scorched, suspected egg into Feng Minsheng's bowl.

clack clack...

　Ask for a recommendation ticket.

　　


(End of this chapter)