Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 7
After resolving the matter of the live broadcast, Nan Shu checked the time and decided to start the live broadcast at [-]:[-] pm.

And now, of course, to fill the stomach.

Get up, cook the rice first, then go to the pool, take out the mandarin fish and wash it, cut a long slit from the belly of the fish, remove the viscera and gills, then cut off the head of the fish, and remove the bone as a whole. The fish meat is creamy and tender, and Nan Shu used a knife to carve patterns on the whole piece of fish meat.

After carving, turn the fish over, take rice wine and salt, mix thoroughly and pour it on the fish head to taste, and then sprinkle starch evenly.

After dealing with it, Nan Shu poured oil into the frying pan and turned it on, "Zizizi—" The oil pan made a sound.

Nan Jue, who was writing brush characters, was startled suddenly, and looked up at Nan Shu.

Seeing that Nan Shu was busy with work, her eyes were confused for a while, and then they brightened up. Mom said that she would eat the same food at noon as in the morning. Could this be the food my mother would cook?
Thinking of this Nan Jue started to itch, and just about to get up, he looked at the words on the rice paper in confusion.

Although his mother didn't ask him to write much, would his mother be angry if he left like this?

With such a tangled and curious mood, Nan Jue pursed her lips, and decided to be an obedient baby and write obediently.

Nan Jue's back was straight, and she was holding a large brush in her small hand. She wrote stroke by stroke, looking serious and focused. Of course, if you ignore the small eyes that poked out from time to time, she would be more serious and focused.

Nanshu took out another pot and began to prepare the sauce. Pour a little oil, pour in the minced garlic, shiitake mushrooms, tomato sauce, and white sugar. When the heat is about the same, add salted rice wine starch to thicken the sauce. The sauce is just thickened. It started to drift away.

Nan Jue, who was writing, couldn't help sniffing. The house is small, and there are two kinds of smells everywhere.

One is the taste of mandarin fish after heating, and the other is the taste of thickened sauce.

The two novel smells mixed together, making Nan Jue squint his eyes, and his little nose kept sniffing.

Get out of the pot.

Nanshu poured the thickened sauce on the mandarin fish. The golden-skinned mandarin fish was covered by the sauce, and the taste of the sauce slowly penetrated into it.

A plate of squirrel mandarin fish was put on the table by Nan Shu, and a stronger and stronger fragrance than before swept over. Nan Jue swallowed unconsciously, with light in his eyes.

"What's the taste?"

Pedestrians near Nanshu's house sniffed their noses vigorously and murmured.

"Yeah, yeah, what's the smell?"

The fragrance wafts from the home, attracting more and more pedestrians.

"What the hell is this smell? As soon as I smell it, I... I, I..."

"I just want to eat."

The person next to him took the conversation, swallowed and said.

There are hundreds of smells, the scent of flowers can be mild or strong, which makes people feel happy; the pungent smell makes people sick; the smell of food...of course, it arouses people's gluttons.

The smell became more and more intense, and there were more and more people around. They smelled the fragrance with all their strength, and their faces were intoxicated. People who didn't know saw it and thought they were insane.

Nan Shu, who was cooking another dish, didn't know anything about what happened outside the house.

shhhhh--

Twenty minutes later, two more dishes came out one after another.

One egg drop soup, one cabbage braised tofu.

After finishing all this, Nan Shu washed her hands and shouted to Nan Jue: "Xiao Jue, it's time to eat."

"Okay." Nan Jue agreed quickly, with an excited tone.

Walking over and sitting on the table, Nan Jue was shocked by the dishes on the table.

A good dish should be full of color, flavor and taste.

Needless to say, the raw materials produced by the system, mandarin fish are plump, coupled with Nanshu's good craftsmanship, a dish of squirrel mandarin fish is made with a good taste and taste.

The mandarin fish is braised in soy sauce, its appearance is golden, and it looks like a squirrel. The red sauce on the skin flows all over the body, and there are some green leaves on the tail of the fish, which are delicious in color and fragrance.

The smell of mandarin fish in the air gradually dissipated, but Nan Jue got closer, and the scent rushed straight to the tip of his nose, stimulating his senses.

"This is squirrel mandarin fish, eat it quickly." Nan Shu used chopsticks to pick up a large piece of flesh from the belly of the fish for Nan Jue. The mandarin fish had few spines, and the bones were deliberately removed. She was not afraid of him being caught.

"Yeah." Nan Jue nodded sharply, without thinking about anything else.

Scooped the meat with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth impatiently.

As soon as you enter the mouth, the taste of delicious fish and sauce hits together, and it explodes in the taste buds. It is crispy on the outside and loose on the inside, sweet and sour.

Nan Jue narrowed her eyes happily.

Sweet and sour, so delicious, better than the chicken porridge in the morning.

Nan Shu also felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart. It turns out that cooking for someone she loves is such a feeling.

Nan Jue lowered her head, puffed her cheeks, and ate obediently, like a little squirrel.

Halfway through the meal, "Tuk Tuk Tuk" knocked on the door.

Nan Shu and Nan Jue stopped at the same time, looked outside the door, "I'll go over and have a look, Xiao Jue, you eat first."

Nan Shu walked to the door and saw the people outside the door through the cat's eyes.

He was an old man, not to mention unkempt, but absolutely unkempt, with a pair of cloth shoes on the soles of his feet, dusty.

"Open the door."

The old man snorted.

Nan Shu frowned. Although the cat's eyes were blurry, she was probably sure that the clothes on the people outside the door were all high-end. Such people knocked on the door probably not for money.

After thinking for a while, Nan Shu pushed open the door.

"Who are you?" Nan Shu stood guard at the door.

The old man stretched his head inward, took a deep breath, his eyes lit up, yes, this is the place, this is the smell!

After confirming this fact, the old man looked at Nanshu, "My name is Doyle, you can also call me Laotao."

Veteran?

Nan Shu's eyes flashed. "Old gluttony" is a unique term in Chinese culture. Its original meaning was the definition of "gluttony". Put it in Interstellar, there are really not many people who can understand its meaning.

"That..." Doyle rubbed his hands, with a flattering smile on his face: "Little girl, can you invite me in for a light meal?"

really.

Self-proclaimed glutton, of course, came here for the delicious food, most of Nan Shu's vigilance disappeared.

"Please come in." Nan Shu stepped aside.

He is not a villain, and his current strength is low, so it is always good to make a friend.

Doyle entered the door and went straight to the dining table. Seeing the two dishes and one soup on the table, the corners of his mouth immediately grinned, good food, good food.

Nanshu served Doyle a bowl of rice. After taking it, Doyle picked up the chopsticks, moved extremely quickly, pinched the meat on the belly of the fish precisely, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Nan Jue was dumbfounded, and looked at Nan Shu with confused eyes asking.

"His name is Doyle. He didn't eat. Mom invited him in for dinner."

Nan Jue bit her lip, a little aggrieved, this is the meal cooked by her mother, so he doesn't want to give it to this person.

"Okay baby, eat quickly." Nan Shu rubbed his little head.

Nan Jue nodded obediently.

When aiming at the dish, there was a fierce light in his eyes, he gripped his spoon tightly and attacked the dish, the speed was not slow for Doyle.

Doyle has a big appetite, and the food was not enough to eat, but now seeing Nan Jue grabbing the food, the speed is getting faster.

"Hey, hey, respect for the elderly, do you understand?" Doyle yelled, but there was no dislike in his words, like an old urchin.

Nan Jue kept scooping up the vegetables, like a little tiger, defending his food without even giving him a look.

The old and the young just started arguing over the food like this, which looked like a storm.

Nan Shu looked at the fierceness on Nan Jue's face, and touched her chin, why didn't she realize before... that Xiao Jue was still so cruel?
(End of this chapter)