Chiba Salted Fish Legend

Chapter 256

Although the ominous premonition came true, Xia Zhi did not worry too much about it. He still had things he had to do.I just met an acquaintance (Wu) and was delayed for nearly five or six minutes. Fortunately, this was not an activity that required racing against time, otherwise Xia Zhike would have lost completely.

I went to the morning market by the river for a walk, but it was not the same scale as I thought, it was much smaller. After thinking about it, it was probably sanctioned by the urban management, or these mobile stalls had their own fixed location What the hell...Xia Zhi didn't want to buy many things, but he took a whole walk around to buy them, so if you take the time spent in the morning market into account, it probably doesn't matter. to what cheap.

After Xia Zhi finished shopping, the place that was almost full when he first arrived had already gone more than half. Xia Zhi thought that they were probably all sold out, but he didn't expect to go home after walking less than 100 meters. He knew that he was wrong, and watched the pickup truck with the word "City Management" speeding away from the road next to him.

The information is really well-informed, and most of the people who have left are gone.

But this had little to do with Xia Zhi, and he embarked on a happy journey home again.

As expected, when Xia Zhi walked home again, his parents were gone. Although he knew that they went to work early, Xia Zhi felt that they were lying by saying they woke up so early...

So in fact, even if it is not in Japan, social animals still exist.Hope they don't get too busy.

However, there is another question, and that is...how to make picky children less picky eaters.This is simply a world-class problem, because it is not a disease, and there is no way to cure it with medicine, and it occurs all over the world, no matter rich or poor... No, children from poor families probably have no choice. Although Xia Zhi's family is not poor , but he still has no right to choose until he can cook his own meals...

All in all, how to effectively prevent picky children from being picky eaters is a question worth studying.

Originally, if the child was disobedient or naughty, just put him on his lap and give him a spanking, but that was not the case at Xia Zhijia's house.If Xia Zhi did the above thing, he might be hung up and beaten by his angry parents, so he couldn't do this.

To achieve this goal, you must use tricks.

While thinking, while making preparations at the kitchen counter, Xia Zhi didn't notice the sleepy Xia Meng who was walking out of his bedroom, still talking to himself.

"If I plead in good faith, will she agree... It seems unlikely. Then mix it with other foods that are not easy to find?"

"Whatever you want to do, I'll pay attention next time you eat."

Xia Zhi shook his hand, and knocked half of the egg into the pot with the shell in his hand, and the other half fell on the stove.

"Xiaomeng, let me discuss something with you. Can you not be so scary usually?"

She didn't answer, leaning against the kitchen wall and looking at Xia Zhi.

"What are you doing?"

"It's just breakfast... I make it myself every day there. It's very good. Do you want to try it?"

"If you don't want to eat eggs, anything else is fine. Oh...did you just want me to eat eggs?"

Therefore, it is really not a good habit for a person to talk to himself.

"Please, try it. Is it delicious? I will never lie to you." Xia Zhi felt a little helpless: "Where are the ingredients I got up early in the morning to buy. Just take a bite, you try it first, okay? If you want to eat, I will go out and buy you buns."

"I don't really want to eat it..." She sat on the small stool beside the door: "I remember that you have never liked eggs. Has this changed since you went to Japan?"

"No way, who made the eggs cheaper over there..." Two hundred yen of eggs can be eaten for a long time, and if they are replaced with other ones, it may not be enough for one meal.Instead of going to a convenience store to buy bread and other breakfast items, you might as well make them yourself. At least you can adjust the seasoning according to your own preferences.

"Why don't you come back when you're so tired?" Xia Meng yawned, looking like he was still awake.

"You have to accomplish something in this life."

"What can you do wherever you go? Or, can you accomplish it wherever you go?"

Xia Zhi raised his head and looked at the ceiling: "...What you said is not wrong, but I have accomplished half of what I want to do just by going over there. The other half depends on God’s will.”

"No matter how much time passes, there are always things I can't figure out what you are thinking about."

? ? ?What's going on with this statement?Mind-reading preview?
As if she thought there was nothing interesting to see, Xia Meng withdrew her gaze.

"It doesn't matter. Just give it a try. You won't lie to me anyway."

? ? ?what happened?Why can she be so sure?Although I really wouldn't lie to her.It's neither necessary nor beneficial. Your own life safety is still within the scope of protection, so why should you lie to others?
Although he said incomprehensible words for most of the day, the result was finally good, at least he achieved his expected goal.The rest is up to you. After all, if you are not reliable, even if Xia Meng is willing to try it dozens of times... several times, Xia Zhi still can't change her partial eclipse.

ah!Liu Pleiades, the great cooking god of the generation!Please bless me!
The sound of Xia Zhi cooking could be heard in the kitchen, while Xia Meng was still sitting on the stool, folding her arms on her knees and burying her head in them, as if she hadn't woken up. She originally wanted to ask her to go again. She needed to get some sleep, but things like omelettes could be made in a few minutes, so there was no need for her to go to bed specially.

When Xia Zhi put the cooked omelettes on the small table, Xia Zhi discovered that someone was not sleeping, but playing with his mobile phone with his head down... Well, this can be regarded as a unique skill of modern people.

But it should be reminded.

"You can't play with your mobile phone like this. It's not good for the cervical spine, and it will become sick in the future."

Xia Meng glanced at him twice, and just when Xia Zhi was about to think she was angry, she silently put away her phone, and then looked at the fried eggs that Xia Zhi placed on the small table.Not to mention anything else, just your appearance should be able to win her favor, right?
"...I lose my appetite when I see eggs."

Xia Zhi's pride instantly became shattered.

"Then I'll do it less like an egg next time?"

"……forget it."

Xia Zhi handed her the chopsticks, and she tore off a small piece of the omelette and put it into her mouth, chewed it, and showed a thoughtful expression. Xia Zhi was very worried, and then she said, "Alright." OK" as an evaluation.

Wow!
Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.The evaluation of the chosen one has to add a little more points. It's not that Xia Zhi is putting money on his face, but that someone's evaluation terms are always only "not good", "average", "okay", "not bad", etc. Waiting for a few words, so in fact, Xia Zhi has received the highest level of evaluation (I'm sure). This is even happier than Xia Zhi being late in Japan and being served by a five-star chef.

Although one is eating and the other is being eaten, the so-called happiness does not differentiate between the two.

Xia Zhi was always happy at this moment.

"Look, I told you I didn't lie to you, right? Eating eggs is good for your health and the taste is not bad. Don't be picky about your food."

"No, mom's eggs don't taste good." Xia Meng refused.

……

What should I do... I only have ten days, oh no, I have only seven days before I go back to Japan.Do you want to teach mom how to make fried eggs before this?It seems possible...

"Then when mom comes back, I'll teach her how to do it. Just let her do it for you when I get back."

"No, you should know why you and I didn't like eating eggs in the first place."

After Xia Meng said this, Xia Zhi also remembered: In this family, the only ones with the ability to cook are herself, her mother, and half her father.Dad can only help. Even sugar and salt can be mixed up when cooking. If he is not busy and has his mother's supervision, he will not be able to enter the kitchen except during meal time. And it turns out that Xia Zhi is also a A hot chick character who has no proficiency in housework except cleaning...

The kitchen is her mother's exclusive area.

And when I was a child, probably every parent would choose foods with relatively high nutritional value for their children. There was a period when free-range eggs were hyped as a food with extremely high nutritional value, so they were available at home. A box of free-range eggs. During that time, Xia Zhi realized that there really is a superpower in this world, that is, whether it is an omelette, a boiled egg, or a steamed egg, it can perfectly make the same taste, and even the texture is almost the same. superpower.

Xia Zhi was almost desperate, not to mention Xia Meng, who was more picky than him. That month, Xia Zhi was responsible for the secret work of taking "delicious and nutritious" omelettes to rescue stray animals, and successfully did not be found.But Xia Zhi and his sister had already planted a strong psychological shadow on egg food in their hearts.

To sum up, it is nonsense to teach mother how to make fried eggs.

Xia Zhi looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly realized that the world was really unfriendly to him.

Xia Meng still ate the omelette in small bites, regardless of Xia Zhi who was immersed in the darkness of the world next to her.

"It's okay." Xia Zhi comforted himself: "Anyway, there are still about seven days. I will cook breakfast for you every day for the remaining few days. If you want to learn, I can also give it to you. Anyway, I haven't eaten for so many years. Eggs, I don’t think it’s a problem if I don’t eat them. Speaking of which, they are already fried eggs. Does the so-called nutritional value really exist? Even if there are, there are not many left. Well, it must be true, so this It’s okay even if you don’t solve the problem…well, it’s not my fault.”

Xia Zhi was talking to himself, while Xia Meng was eating breakfast and looking over there with interest.

(End of this chapter)