My Ome, she gradually swells

Fu Chengque was so busy that she became dizzy.

The time to buy vegetables was much longer than she expected. After walking around the vegetable market twice, it was already 09:30 in the morning when the bags, big and small, came out.

Lu Min called from school, urging her to go over quickly.

The girl agreed again and again, went home with her things, put down a few mouthfuls of breakfast, changed her shoes and went out.

Jumping out on one leg, the sentence "I'm going to school, wait for me, wait for me!" was said at the corner of the stairs.

Wen Yu looked happy and a little distressed.

He saw Xiao Qingmei frowning watching the butcher cut the meat, struggling to negotiate the price with the small vegetable vendor, and seeing her palms red with the heavy vegetable bag, and when she came back, she rubbed her thighs with her palms and breathed out her teeth. , but the smile on his face was still strong.

At this time, he would take the trouble to be happy with Fu Chengque's seriousness.

He took out his mobile phone and went to a message of "Be careful, call me if you have something to do", and immediately received Fu Chengque's chattering "Wait for me".

Pinch cats.

Hurry up and watch the news!

Moreover, it made him run around like a child.

Looking back at the room, the plaque on the door frame, the ornaments on the side of the table, the small cabinet in the corner... This small house has a lot of things, and it is still warm. How wonderful, if nothing happens, he doesn't want to go anywhere.

Turning around and walking quickly to the balcony, he looked down at Fu Chengque running downstairs, and when the girl's back disappeared, he looked up at the overcast and cloudy sky again, thoughtfully.

Koji didn't bring an umbrella.

Don't let it rain today.

But it doesn't matter if it rains, he can send it there, and when the time comes, the two of them will stroll home together, wouldn't it be a wonderful birthday!

The complex mood of worry and anticipation lasted until Xiao Qingmei came home and the rain stopped...

Eh.

Before Fu Chengqueren entered the room, the fragrance of milk poured in along the air duct, and for a while, the room was filled with the smell of sweet cake.

Seeing Wen Yu sniffing closer and closer, the girl waved her hands and said urgently, "Go in, you go in first!"

"Qiaoer is really fragrant."

"Bah. Get in!"

"cake?"

"That's right! Don't look!"

"All right, all right, I don't look at it."

"Go in!"

Wen Yu laughed twice and went to the balcony to stay for a while, and waited until Fu Chengque stuffed the cake into the refrigerator before returning to the living room.

In short, the process is mysterious.

This can be regarded as one of the few surprises on this birthday, and another surprise should be Fu Chengque's craftsmanship.

The lunch was made by the two of them together - let's count it as half, Fu Chengque helped Wen Yu, and by the way taught her some kitchen cooking knowledge at the end, the girl listened very carefully.

Lunch was clean and tidy.As soon as the chopsticks were clapped, Fu Chengque plunged headlong into the kitchen where the plaque of "Yangxin Hall" was hung to prepare the ingredients in advance.She doesn't have much time. She will return from class at 04:30 in the evening at about 06:30 in the evening. Before that, her slow movements need to prepare at least three dishes-the meat must be cut first, and the chicken wings The roots should also be marinated first, and the shrimp can be put first, but the shredded potatoes have to be cut.

Empress Orange Sparrow shouted loudly all year round, but things on the knife were very unfamiliar, so she had to slow down for safety.

This takes even longer.

Fear of getting hurt is one thing, but on the other hand, she wants to do as well as possible: the braised pork is cut more squarely, the garlic in the garlic honey sauce chicken wing root is a horrible thing that needs to be peeled more, the tomato stew The tenderloin in the tenderloin will be more delicious if it can be sliced ​​thinner...

Trouble.

No matter how you look at it, cooking is hard.

The kitchen was a little messy, with a pile of meat and vegetables, and the girl wailed in her heart.

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter outside the door. I don't know what kind of sand sculpture short video the stupid boyfriend is watching again, fishing or some black African pulling bananas.

can always hear.

After a moment of silence, the girl suddenly felt inexplicable joy brewing in her chest:

Xiaoyu's birthday should be happy and relaxed!

Thinking of this, the tune of humming is also a bit cheerful.

……

It got dark again after class in the evening.

When the two returned home, the rain had not yet fallen. As soon as they opened the door, they saw that the rain had already fallen through the balcony. The hazy world seemed to be foggy, and a coolness penetrated into the room.

Wen Yu regretfully put the umbrella in the corner, ran to close the sliding door tightly, and looked back, his little girlfriend had already entered the kitchen.

He froze for a moment.

He walked quickly to the outside of the kitchen, wanted to go in, stopped his movement, and only turned around twice before shouting with concern: "Be careful. Oil, don't be so hot. Knives, especially knives, watch your hands."

Wen Yu is like a patient, this Fu Chengque is his focus at this moment, he knows where it is but can't see it, so he has to worry about it.Thinking about whether the oil flowers will nourish her, whether the hot water will burn her hands, and if the knife is not used properly, there will be big problems wherever it is drawn.

The girl seemed to have a sense, opened the door, poked her head out, and smiled: "No problem."

"Don't rush, make less if it's too late." Wen Yu said, "Qiaoer, I know you've worked hard, so I'm just watching."

Fu Chengque was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face was full of joy: "Okay!"

After a pause, he said again: "Then I'm going to do it, just wait a little longer."

Wen Yu nodded and smiled.

Fu Chengque backed away. This time, the door was not completely closed, but only partially covered, leaving a gap.

From the gap, Wen Yu could see the flashing figure of Fu Chengque, and heard the sound of jingling bells inside.

But even if he heard Fu Chengque's crisp response, "No problem!" Wen Yu actually couldn't feel relieved. Now that his little girlfriend is really injured, he doesn't need Uncle Fu or Aunt Fu to take action, his mother has to strip him.After thinking about it, he took the computer, sat at the position closest to the kitchen door, divided his mind into two halves, and was ready to support at any time while processing the work.

The rain outside the house was heavier, falling on the ground, some raindrops floated into the balcony, blocked by the glass door, and flowed down the top into a line, washing everything along the way.

He looked up, then bowed his head again, feeling happy in his heart——

On the day of adulthood, it rained.

The meaning of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new is quite strong, hahaha.

in the kitchen.

Fu Chengque's questions were not too many as she expected, but she was a little nervous.

She held her mobile phone up high, and summoned Xiaogua and the three of them, who were either on their way back to the dormitory or eating in the cafeteria.

As soon as Fang Ling entered the chat, he immediately bluffed: "Yo ho, it's started?"

Fu Chengque said: "It's starting!"

Xiaogua's camera shakes for a while, and when it stops, she has arrived in the dormitory and is ready.

Also said: "Okay! Queque's first kitchen project, start!"

Fang Ling let out an "ouch" and said, "It seems that I should say that."

Lu Min showed his head, with the cafeteria in the background, and asked in a low voice, "Is the cake okay?"

Fu Chengque leaned closer to the camera, as if the two of them could whisper in this way, "It's so good, it smells so good!"

Lu Min chuckled lightly.

Among the gifts of the three, the cake that Lu Min and Fu Chengque made together was the second gift.I don't know how they discussed it, it seems that they both gave two.

Fang Ling took the bait and reminded, "Get started quickly, otherwise today will be over if you eat cake!"

Fu Chengque nodded repeatedly.

After washing his hands, he picked up all the ingredients, waved the shiny kitchen knife towards the sky, and said excitedly:
"I'm starting!"

……

There are dishes all over the kitchen.

The meat on the chopping board, the side dishes on the plate, some have been cut, and some are piled aside.

Fu Chengque wore a small apron and wandered around inside, watching all directions, listening to all directions, and following the set of procedures planned by the four of them "what to do first, what to do at the same time, what can be done at the same time", proceeding in a busy and orderly manner .

It was still raining outside, and the indoor temperature was not high, but her forehead was already sweating profusely.

On the phone, the three of Xiaogua chattered and directed.

"Que Que, stew the braised pork first, hurry up." Xiao Gua's voice was always so trustworthy, "Have you cut it already? Let me see?"

Fu Chengque held up the cut meat to Xiaogua, squinted his eyes, nodded and said: "Not bad, good cuts! Get the wok on medium-low heat."

"Okay!"

The girl was praised and responded happily.

He held the pot with his left hand and raised the shovel with the right, and pressed a few drops, the induction cooker buzzed, and the most difficult stage of the empress's birthday cooking officially began.

Braised pork in brown sauce is a relatively complicated dish, which is quite difficult for Mengxin, but Fu Chengque really doesn't want to make his birthday meal full of simple dishes, which seems perfunctory.

Break through all difficulties and be determined to go!
Because of this, Xiaogua and the others tailored a cute new way for her——

"Put the blanched pieces of meat into the pan, and fry them slowly over medium-low heat until golden brown... just force out the fat... very good! After filling it out, carefully pour out the remaining oil in the pot... hahaha bird Que frowned so badly, isn't she still a little afraid of You Xingzi?"

Fu Chengque shook his head.

He said he was fine, but also that he was not afraid.

In fact, Fu Chengque is more afraid of the sudden high temperature in a certain place than the crackling oil stars, which will burn her works that cannot be failed.

She wanted to give Xiaoyu a simple but perfect birthday.

After a while, Xiaogua said again: "Bingtang...yes, add seven or eight. It's still a small fire, shovel slowly."

"Is it okay to add a few more? Will the color look good?" she asked.

"It will be sweeter if you add more."

"Oh."

Fu Chengque nodded.

Xiaoyu doesn't like sweets very much, especially the sweets in the dishes.

It's good to be sweet in your heart, but it's fine with your mouth.

she thought to herself.

The smell of meat pervades the kitchen, accompanied by the burnt aroma of melted rock sugar.

Xiaogua hurriedly said: "...the color is good, I can even smell the smell! Hurry up, pour the meat in again! Turn it over! Add boiling water, add light soy sauce cooking wine... stew for half an hour! Haha look at it Yes, Wen Yu is lucky."

Fu Chengque vigorously waved the spatula, and then "Zi La" rushed into the boiling water, seeing the bright color of the soup, he laughed straight away.

Once the hot water is added, the rest is to cook slowly.

At this point, Fu Chengque breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Fang Ling cheered and exclaimed, "It's so strong! The orange sparrow has learned braised pork so quickly!" Then said narrowly: "Hey, I don't know when I will be able to eat a bite, this life is worth it. "

Lu Min had already returned to the dormitory, lying on the bed reading a book, and said with a smile, "Find a boyfriend and ask him to make it for you. Look at the orange bird, Wen Yu always makes delicious food for her."

"I can't do it, I can't do it, and I don't have a childhood sweetheart, poor thing."

"Oh yes, neither do I, nor does Xiaogua."

Fang Ling smiled and said again: "No, if there is, maybe some of us are married. It's good now, only someone has it, isn't it..."

Fu Chengque, who was chopping vegetables, turned her head, waved the knife, and said viciously: "It's okay, it's okay, if I continue, I'll scratch you all!"

The three girls fell silent immediately, but there was a smile on their brows and eyes.

Fu Chengque snorted softly, took out her phone to check the time, picked up the knife, and continued cooking.

The three of Xiaogua started chatting thoughtfully again, and the scene was joyful.

She listened and didn't care.

Marriage is too far away.

She thinks a simple life like now is fine.

really good.

……

living room.

The aroma of the food had already come out, following the smell, Wen Yu knew that it was not the neighbor upstairs or downstairs.

Qiaoer is already cooking.

He smelled the smell of meat, and suddenly remembered the bowl of "twice-cooked pork". He smiled and told himself from the bottom of his heart: he should believe in the efforts of his little girlfriend.

What happened in the past, let it pass away.

I received a lot of congratulatory messages on my mobile phone, most of them were from high school classmates, and when I said "Happy Birthday", I also asked about the current situation, and Wen Yu responded to them one by one.It is indeed different from before, even in a strange city, there are still familiar names chanting him at special moments.

The phone rang suddenly.

Wen Yu picked it up and saw that it belonged to his parents.

With a swipe of her finger, mother Shu Yue's voice came out, "Son, what are you doing? Have you eaten yet?"

Wen Yu glanced at the kitchen, touched his stomach that was beginning to be hungry: "I'll wait for the meal, son."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat it right away."

"Oh. Let's eat earlier."

After a pause, Mother Wen said happily again:
"Hey, do you remember your son's birthday today? Happy birthday."

Wen Yu laughed and replied, "Thank you, mom, it's so western."

The Wen family never pays much attention to birthdays, but this year is the son's adulthood and he has just started college, so he called to chat about his thoughts.

At this time, Dad Wen shouted loudly on the phone: "Son! Have you eaten the cake!"

Mother Wen scolded angrily: "Whatever you shout! Your ears are going to be deaf!"

Papa Wen turned off his voice.

Wen Yu answered with a smile and said, "The cake should be eaten later, let's eat it with the rice."

Mother Wen said happily: "Is there a cake? Did it come from a classmate?"

The cake not only represents the birthday celebration, but also means that the son has adapted to the university. If he can celebrate his birthday, at least he will get along well with his classmates.

Mother Wen was happy about it.

Wen Yu understood, "Yes, yes."

After pondering for a moment, he replied: "It's not from a classmate, it's from Qiaoer."

"Qiaoer?! Oh~ are you having dinner together? Are the other students here?"

"Yes, right away. No one else, just the two of us."

"Hahaha, that's good, that's good, mom and dad have nothing to do, so I just want to say happy blessings to you. Then when I went on a trip with your dad, I brought you a gift. The express should arrive in two days. You Remember to take it." Wen Ma's joyful voice was particularly obvious, "You eat first, and I will ask your dad to give you another red envelope."

With a snap, the phone hung up.

Wen Yu was a little speechless, his parents were too straightforward, and he always felt that after he left, the life of this couple became inexplicably more nourishing?

He originally planned to secretly reveal something about his relationship with Qiaoer...

Let's count the ball and say it together next time.

The night wind was getting colder, but the white mist in the kitchen was thicker, overflowing towards the living room, and the smell in it became more intense and multi-layered.

The movement inside was much quieter, and it was estimated that it was time to eat.

Wen Yu packed away the computer and returned to the living room when the kitchen door opened.

Smoke gushed out, and Fu Chengque, who was wearing an apron, walked out with a plate, one in each hand, and her movements were cautious, and the ponytail she tied did not shake.Even from a distance, Wen Yu could see that the hair on her forehead was slightly damp, sticking to her skin, was it sweat?or water?
I don't know, but there is no doubt that this is proof that the little girlfriend is working hard for him.

When the plate was put down, she whispered "It's so hot", then she waved her hands and looked at Wen Yu, smiling slightly: "Xiao Yu, it's time to eat!"

Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat.