hello fireman

Chapter 146 Don't treat yourself as an outsider

In the kitchen, Du Baolin tested the temperature of the steam on the oil pan, and felt that the heat was just right, so he picked up the marinated meat willows and put them into the oil pan.

There was a crisp sound, and the thin strips of meat willows quickly swelled and swelled under the action of high temperature. The batter exploded, like wings spread one by one, which was really beautiful.

Mi Guo smelled the tangy aroma, couldn't help but moved forward, and saw the fat and almost cooked little crispy meat in the oil pan, and couldn't help admiring: "Auntie, why do they look exactly the same."

Du Baolin chuckled, "How could it be the same, my hands are not machines."

No matter how good the chef's knife skills are, it is impossible to make the cut dishes exactly the same shape. They just try their best to make ordinary food beautiful and artistic, so that diners will have a strong appetite when they see the shape. This is The ultimate goal of these chefs cooking.

Miguo watched as Du Baolin pushed a few times in the tumbling hot oil with an oil strainer, and then she scooped up a piece of crispy meat that had been deep-fried until golden brown, and handed it to Miguo, "Taste it to see if it's done. "

Miguo is worse than obedience.

She had wanted to do this for a long time.

Picking up the little crispy meat on the fence, but throwing it away quickly, "Ah! It's so hot!"

Du Baolin moved to his mouth, blew, and handed it over again, "Slow down."

Mi Guo smiled shyly at Du Baolin. She raised her right thumb and index finger to her mouth and blew, then carefully picked up the little crispy meat.

She snorted and took a small bite tentatively.

The skin of the small crispy meat is crispy, and it makes a crunchy sound when you bite it. The meat willow inside is fragrant, and the marinated seasoning is very tasty.

"Is it ripe, Guoguo?" Du Baolin saw that she was silent for a long time, thinking that she was not yet ripe, just about to increase the firepower and fry for a while, but heard Miguo let out a satisfied sigh, leisurely, with unprecedented Satisfied and moved sigh, "Mmm..."

This sigh experienced ups and downs from rising to falling and then rising again. It was the habitual sound of admiration and affirmation made by a senior foodie when he ate very delicious food.

Really, really, so delicious.

She still couldn't finish it, sucking the remaining meat residue on her fingertips, staring brightly at the oil strainer in Du Baolin's hand.

On the top, the golden yellow crispy meat has been scooped up, and it is about to be put into the oil control plate to drain.

Du Baolin turned to Miguo and nuzzled, "Eat it, the crispy meat is freshly fried, it is the most crispy and raw."

Mi Guo thought for a while, but still shook her head, "It's okay, I'm waiting to eat the sweet and sour pork made by my aunt."

Du Baolin smiled, put the strainer away, and then threw the previously marinated meat willows into the oil pan one by one.

While working nimbly, she asked casually, "Guoguo, what do you do for work? I see that you are very particular about food."

Mi Guo raised her eyes in surprise, and looked at Du Baolin with a kind face, Auntie, don't you know?
She bit her lower lip very carefully, and replied, "I work in a funeral home as a cosmetologist."

Du Baolin's hand slipped suddenly.

A meat willow fell straight into the hot oil pan, and a few drops of the splashed oil happened to land on the back of her hand.

"Hiss—" Du Baolin cried out and frowned, and Mi Guo hurried forward to withdraw Du Baolin's hand that was still resting on the edge of the frying pan, "Auntie, is it burning? Let me see!"

Seeing the red burns on the back of Du Baolin's hands, Miguo panicked.

There is also deep guilt, why is she so stupid, wouldn't she choose a gentler way to tell my aunt about this?
No normal person would stand her profession.

Regardless of self-blame, she took Du Baolin to the water pipe to flush water. She didn't have much common sense of first aid, but she was also scalded by hot oil when she was a child. Papa Mi said that she must first flush with cold water to take away the excess heat. , and then apply medicine.

Du Baolin wanted to break free several times, she wanted to tell Miguo that this little injury was not a problem at all, even if she didn't take a shower with cold water, it wouldn't cause bubbles, but for some reason, when she was half-coerced by Miguo with a nervous face While washing and cooling down, she suddenly became quiet.

From the side, she could clearly see Miguo's expression.

She was very serious, carefully rinsing the back of her hand, and blowing air on it while washing. Miguo has a pair of big, round, black, bright and clear eyes, and her eyelashes, like Aichuan, grow like a small fan , fluttering, especially attractive.

Before being burned, she was sure that she liked rice crackers very much.

This girl has clean and pure eyes, and at first glance, she is a kind girl with no heart.She is innocent and cute, she won't fake, she won't put on airs, and she won't be like the grown-up Kong family girl, no matter who she is with, she seems to be separated by a wall, making it difficult to get close to.

Originally, she liked rice crackers very much.

But she never expected that Miguo's job would be...

No wonder Ting Chuan asked her for help. It seems that his sister Du Baozhang must have known about it.

Du Baolin finally withdrew her hand, she smiled and shook her head, "It's okay, Guoguo, don't worry, I used to suffer from this little injury almost every week when I was in the restaurant, and I'm used to it. "

Mi Guo bowed her head sadly, and apologized softly: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't scare you..."

Du Baolin smiled faintly, took the oil strainer, and stirred the discolored crispy meat in the pot.

After a while, she said to Mi Guo: "You ask Ai Chuan to bring in the iodine, he knows where to put it."

Mi Guo let out an oh, and went out to find Yue Tingchuan.

Yue Tingchuan was resting on the sofa in the living room with his eyes closed, when he heard familiar footsteps, he opened his eyes, only to see Miguo with a strange expression coming over.

"Yue Tingchuan, I made a mistake." Mi Guo said in a low voice, then bent down, squatted in front of the sofa where he was half lying down, and looked at him with a worried expression.

Yue Tingchuan got up slowly, rubbed the dry and sore corners of his eyes due to severe lack of sleep, touched the top of Miguo's head, and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Mi Guo recounted what happened just now. When she said that Du Baolin burned the back of his hand because she was scared by her, Yue Tingchuan hurriedly stood up. He walked into the storage room at home and found a first aid kit. , took out a bottle of anti-inflammatory iodine from it, and strode towards the kitchen.

When passing the living room, he said to Mi Guo: "Watch some TV, I'll come out to accompany you later."

Migo forced a smile.

When Du Baolin saw Yue Tingchuan coming in, he turned the range hood down by a notch, which made it easier to talk.

She signaled Yue Tingchuan to close the door, and Yue Tingchuan obediently closed the door, then, without waiting for Du Baolin to speak, she took my aunt's hand and poured iodine on her wound.

Du Baolin glanced over and saw that the nephew who liked to drink sugar water had grown into an upright and serious adult, and couldn't help feeling a sore nose.

She hesitated to speak, not knowing how to start.

When she finally made up her mind and wanted to persuade him to think twice, she suddenly felt her hands empty, and she heard his steady but firm voice, "Auntie, if you want to persuade me to leave Miguo, then don't said."

Du Baolin was stunned for a while, in the cramped kitchen, only the whistling wind of the range hood could be heard.

She had thought that Ting Chuan really liked that girl, otherwise, she would not have brought her to meet her relatives, but she did not expect that Ting Chuan had such a deep affection for that girl that he would not even listen to her words.

She turned sideways sadly, and turned the fire back on, ready to start making sweet and sour pork.

"Auntie, I know that neither you nor my mother can accept Miguo's job, but I think you are a sensible person, and you should understand what I want and what kind of married life I want better than my mother. See you, Miguo Now, aside from her job, isn't she a good girl?" Yue Tingchuan asked.

Du Baolin couldn't refute, because in her heart, she really liked the innocent and kind girl outside.

"I don't expect you to fall in love with her once you see her, but I hope you can take my face and give her a chance, and give us a chance too. Auntie, you have always loved me, even if I beg you, can you Help us!" Yue Tingchuan spoke earnestly, with an incomparably serious expression.

"I..." Du Baolin couldn't bear to make things difficult for his nephew, but it was true. .

In the end, the feeling of letting go of the constant calf licking was overwhelming, she gritted her teeth and agreed, Yue Tingchuan was relieved, but her heart became heavy.

her sister.

She has always been strong and arrogant, will she listen to her?

Du Baolin was not sure at all.

Frying, frying, and frying, Du Baolin tried his best to cook a table of hard and soft dishes with good color and fragrance to serve rice crackers and Yue Tingchuan.

It may be that the previous incidents have affected the atmosphere in the house to some extent. Even when facing a table of mouth-watering food, Miguo has become less 'greedy'. She ate food in small bites and only picked up the plate in front of her inner.

Yue Tingchuan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he picked up a chopstick of my aunt's unique sweet and sour meat and put it into the rice cracker's bowl.

Yue Tingchuan also frowned, "Don't you like to eat meat? Why do you only pick up vegetables to eat?"

Mi Guo glanced at Du Baolin anxiously, and explained in a slight voice: "Maybe I ate too much snacks before, and I'm not too hungry now."

Yue Tingchuan took a deep look at her, picked up another chopstick and piled other meat dishes in the rice cracker bowl.

He said succinctly: "Eat!"

Mi Guo snorted, lowered her head, and forced herself to swallow the mountain-like meal in the bowl.

Du Baolin sighed slightly and put down his chopsticks.

"Guoguo."

"Ah-" Mi Guo raised her head in surprise, a grain of white rice still stuck to the corner of her mouth.

"Ting Chuan told me everything about you, and... He also told me about your work. Auntie is not a fool, so don't be afraid. Since Ting Chuan has recognized you, I naturally I will regard you as a member of this family, in the future, don’t see each other again, my aunt’s family will always welcome you, and welcome you too, understand!” Du Baolin said.

Mi Guo stared blankly at Du Baolin, and after a while, she rubbed her red eyes and called out in a low voice: "Auntie..."

(End of this chapter)