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Chapter 41 Bingyin Day, the Retrograde on New Year's Eve (9)

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    In the small and big kitchen, everyone is busy, some are mixing and washing, some are washing and chopping vegetables, some are chopping and chopping meat.

    The sound of knives cutting across the cutting board, the sound of water flowing through the pool, and the voices rising from time to time make this space feel warm and full.

    Yu Wanfeng is going to fry the fruit.

    "Are you sure you can do it?" Zhong Chumian had already mixed the meat Wang Xiu had chopped with mushrooms, mixed with starch and seasonings to marinate.

    Yu Wanfeng trembled: "Then give it a try?"

    "It's still me."

    Zhong Chumian could not refuse.

    First sprinkle sugar and sesame seeds in the pot, add flour, pour boiling water to scald, then knead the noodles and simmer them.

    Zhong Chumian's technique is also very skilled.

    Yu Wanfeng's eyes fell on his rolled up sleeves.

    He was wearing a thick sweater, the sleeves were turned up to the elbows, and a little flour was stained, but he didn't care much.

    Yu Wanfeng saw the scar on his arm.

    She knew how that came about.

    It was those who bullied him

    Yu Wanfeng felt distressed.

    Xu Qiao asked Zhong Chumian, "Are you from the north too?"

    Zhong Chumian shook his head: "No."

    He didn't explain more.

    Xu Qiao sighed: "Yesterday I said it's better not to gather together, but today we are all crowded into the kitchen again."

    She was just helpless when she said this, Yu Wanfeng smiled: "We are quite healthy now, we should be fine."

    "Well, scientific protection is good. Be cautious, but don't be overly nervous." Xu Qiao said.

    The noodles were ready soon, Zhong Chumian rolled the dough into a thin skin, cut it into small pieces, took a knife, carefully cut a few lines from the middle, turned one end, and passed through the middle.

    This is "turning the fruit".

    "Let it dry, then put it in the pan and fry it." Zhong Chumian confessed.

    As soon as Yu Wanfeng nodded, Wang Xiu hurried over and said, "I'll blow it up, you don't know how to watch fire."

    It means that they don't know how to cook.

    Yu Wanfeng let out an "oh", without paying attention, Zhong Chumian in front of her raised her hand and wiped lightly on one side of her cheek.

    ""

    Yu Wanfeng was a little silly.

    Those shining eyes looked at him.

    The heartbeat seemed to stop.

    What is he doing?

    "You have flour on your face." Zhong Chumian explained.

    "oh."

    Yu Wanfeng instinctively raised her hand and rubbed her face with the back of her hand.

    My face is so hot

    its not right!

    Yu Wanfeng reacted: "Youdon't you have more flour on hand?"

    Use hands full of flour to help her wipe the flour off her face?

    Doesn't that mean more and more rubbing?

    Yu Wanfeng's brows were frowning together.

    Zhong Chumian smiled: "Well, yes, there are more."

    Well, it was a smile that succeeded after fixing her.

    ""

    Yu Wanfeng felt angry.

    But seeing his faint smile, I thought in a blink of an eye, he smiled so beautifully, even if he rubbed her face with flour, it would be worth it

    hey-hey.

    Quite worth it.

    Shen Huaijin came back after finishing cleaning, passed by the living room, and saw the pig fell asleep with his mobile phone in his arms.

    She was angry again, and she lifted her foot and kicked it.

    Huo Chengyu, who was soundly asleep, frowned, turned over, and continued to sleep.

    Shen Huaijin was speechless.

    What a pig!

    Several people cooperated with each other, and the New Year's Eve dinner was almost ready by three or four in the afternoon.

    During the period, a pot of egg noodles was cooked, several people ate some, and sent some to those who had been upstairs.

    Shen Huaijin kicked Huo Chengyu awake and dragged him to eat noodles.

    This pig only knows how to eat, sleep and play games.

    Ding Hua was still bluffing. Hearing that they were preparing the New Year's Eve dinner, he refused to come downstairs anyway, saying that he was afraid of being infected by the Wuhan people.

    Yu Wanfeng didn't bother to talk to her.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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