The first pet of the famous family: the return of a thousand gold

Chapter 257 The taste of home
Jun Haoran realized her closeness, put his arms around her body, and looked down at her soft and bright face in the moonlight.

She is an impeccable beauty.

On the palm-sized heart-shaped face, there was a pair of big glazed eyes, and the long fluffy eyelashes flickered to make his heart itch;
The white forehead is full, with a beautiful tip on the top, and a petal-like mouth under the straight and delicate nose, which is even more amazed and slightly opened at this moment, as cute as a kitten.

He kissed her heart, the fragrance of the shampoo was light, it was the fragrance of plants and trees that she liked, he was not wrong.

"This flower will bloom for a while, don't just stand here and watch, go in and have something to eat."

Jun Haoran hugged her into the room, and when the light came on, Jiang Sesu couldn't help but let out a soft wow.

"It's too pretty, isn't it?"

The off-white living room is elegant and grand, the fringed crystal lamps are as bright as stars, and the wooden floor is waxed, which can be seen as a guide.

"This sofa is very comfortable."

Jiang Sesur personally identified it, and satisfactorily pressed the TV remote control, and chose a station to play at will. She kicked off her slippers, hugged a pink Hello Kitty pillow, and sat on the couch rubbing left and right.

"Drink a cup of hot soy milk."

Jun Haoran came over with a hot drink and a can of cold beer in his hand.

Jiang Sesu didn't like to drink milk when she was young, and the Nan family knew this little taboo.

"Added two spoonfuls of sugar."

Jiang Sesur thanked with a smile, let go of the pillow and sat upright, every move can be painted.

"Are you hungry? I'll give you something to eat next?"

Jun Haoran watched her looking around, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt very relaxedly.

After a day of meetings, the status of being a teacher can finally be lifted.

"I'll do it."

Reading is also very hard, especially when Jiang Sesu ushered in the late developmental peak period, and his appetite is even better. Just mentioning this, I am really hungry.

"Together."

Jun Haoran rolled up his sleeves and led her to the kitchen.

The kitchen is also modern in design. The counters, stoves and kitchen utensils are all complete, brand new, and you can see that the fire has not been turned on.

"What are you doing? Yangchun Noodles?" Jun Haoran opened the refrigerator, and it was full, sorted into categories, and organized in an orderly manner.

Jiang Sesur looked a little like to laugh.

I won’t talk about the rows and rows of layers, what the hell is it that they line up one by one according to size?

If you look closely, the colors are also extremely harmonious.Did he carefully compare the vegetables when he picked them?

Flicking back the loving picture of someone with a serious face picking vegetables in his mind, Jiang Sesu couldn't help but leaned over and took out the cold fresh pork stuffing.

"Zhajiang noodles and Yangchun noodles, it will be very fast."

She tidied up her hands and feet neatly, muttering the jingles taught by her grandma in a low voice with the corners of her mouth bent.

"Green bean sprouts, Chinese toon sprouts, boiled leeks and cut into sections; minced celery, lettuce slices, two cloves of dog teeth garlic; bean sprouts, root removed, cucumbers with thorns on the top flowers, cut into thin shreds; Xinmei, cut a few batches, Blanch cowpea and chop into small cubes, small radishes with green shoots; pour a little chili and sesame oil, and pour mustard on the nose. Although the fried noodles are only a small bowl, seven dishes and eight bowls are enough noodles."

Her voice is elegant and sweet, with a strong sense of rhythm, and she usually speaks three points better than others, not to mention that she is full of joy now, and she is naturally very infectious.

Jun Haoran took over the job of the meeting, he had practiced beforehand, he had great strength and skill, and he won the samadhi.

As soon as the snow-white and smooth dough was placed on the board, he bent down to put on the rolling pin, and rolled it evenly with force.

For a while, there was a clear humming sound, the sound of chopping shreds, the slightly dull sound of rolling noodles, and the faint sound of the TV from the living room, everything seemed so harmonious and homely.

"what--"

Jiang Sesu came over and handed a section of gherkin to his mouth.

Jun Haoran opened his mouth and bit it, put it in his mouth and ate it.

The freshly washed cucumbers carry water vapor, and the refreshing taste spreads directly from the taste buds to the internal organs.

Jun Haoran's eyes were full of her smiling pretty face, and he smiled back unconsciously.

Jiang Sesur fed him, and floated away like a butterfly, and the pink apron on his body brushed against the edge of his blue apron.

Jun Haoran subconsciously chased after him, and suddenly felt that the blue apron on his body was also very pleasing to the eye, no worse than the army green one.

The little girl selling in the supermarket is still reliable, pink and blue really match.

Jun Haoran withdrew his gaze, sprinkled some dry noodles on the thinly rolled dough, and bent down to roll it again.

The dough sheet is not thin enough, if you can't cut it into shreds later, it will become strips.

The dishes on Jiangsesu's side are ready, and the oil is put on the hot pot.

The range hood whirred, and there was a sound of pricking the minced meat into the pot, followed by the sound of stirring and frying with a shovel, and the aroma gradually escaped.

Jun Haoran turned his head and saw her slender waist tied up by the belt of the apron, and frowned slightly.

She is too thin, I will tell her to eat more later.

Jiang Sesur skillfully stir-fried, the color of the meat gradually changed, and she spit out the oil slightly, and she picked up a small bowl of minced garlic and ginger and sprinkled it into the fire;
Seeing that the heat was about the same, Jiang Sesur hurriedly turned down the heat, put bean paste, added a little warm water, and then added dried tofu, turned down the heat and added light soy sauce and cooking wine and a little sugar.

Salt is not used when making jajangmian, because bean paste is inherently salty.

Jiang Sesur kept stirring the sauce so that it would not stick to the pan;

The water on the nearby stove has boiled, Jun Haoran put the noodles cut into long strips into the pot, scooped them up with chopsticks, added some salt and boiled them.

The two stood side by side, and the smoke and steam lingered without interfering with each other, but they were incomparably harmonious.

Jiang Sesu likes the noodles to be a little softer, but Jun Haoran likes a harder texture. He first takes out the almost cooked noodles and puts them in cold water, and then cooks them in the pot for 2 more minutes.

The sauce on Jiang Seso's side is almost ready, put it in a large bowl, and continue to fry some chopped green onion and pepper oil for later use.

She continued to add water to the oil pan to make clear soup, ordered two drops of dark soy sauce for seasoning, cooked a beautiful poached egg, put in a few slices of Jinhua ham and dried shrimps, boiled until the water was slightly boiled, then added some Jun Haoran to pass through the cold water After cooking the noodles, put them in a bowl.

Clear soup, thin white noodles, covered with beautiful poached eggs and ham slices, sprinkled with chopped green onions, a bowl of Yangchun noodles is ready.

"Much better looking than mine."

Jun Haoran took the noodle bowl and brought it to the dining table, Jiang Sesur took off his apron and sat down, in front of him was a large bowl of mixed noodles with fried sauce.

"start!"

Jiang Sese smelled the aroma of the rice, moved his index finger, put some shredded cucumbers into the bowl, and buried his head in eating unceremoniously.

Jun Haoran looked at the two bowls of fragrant noodles in front of him, feeling a little confused.

Which bowl to eat first?
He proposed to eat Yangchun noodles because it was simple and he was more confident in making it, but the two bowls of noodles made by Sese looked delicious...

"Why don't you eat?" Jiang Sesur's empty stomach was ironed by the food, and he raised his head and asked him with a smile on his face, and quickly waved his hand empathetically.

"It's good to eat less at night. It's in line with the way of health preservation. If you're not hungry, you don't have to accompany me."

He passed the puberty period early, and his food intake or eating habits have been fixed long ago. If he eats inappropriately, his stomach will feel uncomfortable. She understands.

Jun Haoran wiped a little sauce off her mouth with a napkin, looked at that shiny little mouth, and soon had a choice.

"No, I'm hungry."

Let's eat fried noodles first.

　Daily life with my little brother~ Is there love?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)