Wearing the cannon fodder little koi in the imperial examination essay

Yu Su packed the cut vegetables, just like the up masters in the short video, happily holding the plates and dishes one by one, and placed them neatly by the stove, it looked like that , I don't know, I thought the little girl in front of me was amazing, she was very skilled at the stove, she looked quite capable of bluffing people, but she also bluffed Song Xinglin who was huddled behind the stove.

He was a little puzzled, with the calm and capable appearance of his guest, it didn't seem like he could do that, uh...

"Brother, is the fire on? I'm going to start frying eggs. I want a big fire."

Yu Su picked up a big bowl, and while beating eggs, asked with his head propped up.

Watching his guest slapping the eggs into the bowl, Song Xinglin, who was intimidated by his extravagant effort to smash seven eggs in a row, came back to his senses.

Pushing his head towards the stove hole, he saw a small flame inside. He grabbed the iron tongs and moved it to make a hollow in the firewood rack inside. Then he took a large template and put the firewood above the stove hole The hole was blocked, and the flames inside were immediately crackled by the wind blowing in from the hole below, and the fire became bigger obviously. Song Xinglin hurriedly smiled at Yu Su who was holding the egg bowl in one hand and the spatula in the other.

"The fire is ready, fish fish."

Hearing this, Yu Su nodded, retracted his gaze, and stared seriously at the iron pot that started to emit green smoke, and waited for it.

She is serious and rigorous, and her attitude is the same as that of Dr. Crazy when he was doing experiments.

Yu Su lifted the oil pot to pour oil, put it down, turned the bowl over, and the egg liquid slid into the pot with a splash.

Song Xinglin only heard a burst of puffing in the pot, and in an instant, the aroma of fried eggs diffused in the small kitchen.

Song Xinglin opened the blocked stove hole, added two more firewood into it, and then leaned on the tongs with both hands, while trying to suck his nose, he muttered with emotion, "Yuyu, you also cracked seven eggs at noon, didn't you?" ?”

Yu Su didn't even bat an eye, she was busy frying eggs. When she heard Song Xinglin's question, she nodded her head, and Song Xinglin gritted his teeth and sighed, "Then we are really extravagant..."

Yu Su...is this a luxury?

Well, let alone say that she wasted seven eggs feeding the bucket of boiled water at noon earlier.

Yu Su, who wanted to fool the past, didn't want to get entangled in the question of eggs, so she quickly interrupted to change the subject.

"Oh, seven eggs is not too much. I bought a lot in the morning, enough for us to eat a few meals. Besides, little brother, you study so hard, we can still afford a few eggs. Don't worry, I am the head of the house. I will never let you go hungry."

Song Xinglin enjoyed the feeling of being favored and taken care of by Yu Su very much. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Yu Su's words. Instead, he subconsciously licked his lips and agreed with a smile. His eyes were fixed on Yu Su's movements. Flickeringly, he completely forgot his original intention of coming to light the fire, and also forgot the tragedy of his "Love Bento" at noon.

He actually praised Yu Sulai with some embarrassment, "Oh, actually, I didn't work hard, Yuyu, I haven't worked as hard as you...", blah blah blah.

Yu Su raised his eyebrows and smiled triumphantly.

"Okay, okay, little brother, stop nagging, watch the fire carefully, I'm going to fry leeks!"

Quickly put the eggs out, looking at the eggs that were still pockmarked, Yu Su decided this time that it might really be the problem with the eggs, so without hesitation, he put the eggs on the stove next to him, lifted the oil with one hand Pour oil into the pot, grab the dustpan with leeks in one hand and pour it into the pot.

Poor Song Xinglin, he was nestled behind the stove, the light itself was dim, and Yu Su's movements were too fast, good guy, so he didn't see the strangeness of the eggs at all, and just buried his head in the fire.

He still waited for the sound of the spatula in the pot and the iron pan to croak, watched Yu Su pour the eggs in quickly, added salt and other seasonings, and finally put the croaks out and put them aside, then saw his own fish , Song Xinglin frowned when he grabbed the oil pot and wanted to pour oil into the smoking, obviously burnt pot.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for his reaction, Song Xinglin saw that his expert was about to pour the tofu cubes into the pot. Song Xinglin panicked. Shouted violently to stop.

"No, ancestor, let me come!"

Really, really ancestors, living ancestors!

The pot had just finished frying, and the bottom of the pot was covered with smoke, but my ancestors didn't even wash it. Did they want to pour vegetables into it again?

Suddenly thinking of the "Love Bento" at noon, Song Xinglin's scalp exploded and he almost cried.

As a person who seldom enters the kitchen, I know that cooking can't be done like this!

Song Xinglin was terrified, and hurriedly jumped up to Yu Su with one foot, snatched the dish from Yu Su's hand who was stunned, and while turning around, quickly scooped up a ladle of water and poured it into the pot.

There was only a stabbing sound, and there was a cloud and mist in front of the stove, with a burnt smell.

Song Xinglin didn't care about these things, he didn't even care about the pain in his feet, he quickly pulled Yu Su aside, first looked carefully to make sure that his guest was fine, while Song Xinglin heaved a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but pull Yu Su just ask.

"Yuyu, don't you even clean the pot?"

After reacting, Yu Su was taken aback, looking at Song Xinglin with doubts in her eyes, she didn't understand what Song Xinglin meant, so she only answered subconsciously.

"Wash the pot? I did it!"

When I bought a new pot, I lifted the pot to the side of the well, scrubbed it many times with a loofah, and said, how can I be wronged for not cleaning the pot!

Yu Su was unhappy, with a serious face, "Little brother, don't blame others, how can you say that I didn't wash the pot, I obviously did! As soon as I bought the pot, I brushed it several times and didn't say anything. , I also brushed..."

As the saying goes, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately!

Mr. Yu Su was wronged, but Song Xinglin became more and more wrong as he listened, his face turned green.

Song Xinglin couldn't believe it: "It's not Yuyu, don't you wash the pot after you finish frying a dish?"

Yu Su shook his head in a daze, "Do you have to re-wash the pot after frying a dish? No, I used to see Grandma cooking at home." When harvesting millet, "I haven't seen Grandma brushing the pot either. !", and in the short video, it never said that you need to wash the pot after frying? (Author: Don't let them out, okay!)
Yu Su became more and more wronged.

Song Xinglin looked at Yu Su Xiao's expression, he understood everything in an instant, everything.

In other words, since my guest bought this iron pot, she didn't say that she would wash the pot after cooking a dish. After buying this pot, she didn't even open the pot, just brush it with clean water and take it away. Come to cook?

No wonder the dishes I ate had so much meaning, it turned out to be...

Song Xinglin sighed, and lit the smoking pot, with a look of hopelessness on his face, "That is to say, you have never boiled this pot, Yuyu?"

Yu Su was even more confused: "Open, open the pot?" What is a boiled pot?How to open the pot?By the way, is this pot still open?And the short video, isn’t it mentioned in the book?

Looking at his family's fish with a surprised and wronged expression, what should he say?

Song Xinglin couldn't help but help his forehead, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Yuyu, let's not say that after cooking a dish, you have to re-wash the pot before it can be used again. It's just this new pot. If you don't turn it on, it won't be able to cook at all!"