Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Zhuangzhuang let out a wow. Although he didn't know the taste of stewed pork ribs with potatoes, he felt delicious after listening to Mother's description.

Xiaoguo put the chopped ribs into the water, cut slices of **** and put it in to remove the fishy smell. After the water boils, take out the ribs and rinse it with water, brush the pot with oil, put in rock sugar while the oil is not hot, and fry it until it is brown. Let Zhuangzhuang stand far away, don't scald him, and when Zhuangzhuang stands far enough, Xiaoguo pours the ribs in, and with a squeak, Zhuangzhuang's little nose smells in the air, it's so fragrant.

After the ribs are colored, pour in the hot water, then add the spices and salt, and put the cage on top. Xiaoguo finds a basin and digs two spoons of rice in the rice jar. Add water and put it on the cage and cover the pot. Later, Xiaoguo asked Zhuangzhuang to add firewood.

Zhuangzhuang, who had been waiting on the side, quickly sat down and added a lot of firewood, smelled the fragrance and asked his mother, "When will it be cooked?"

Xiaoguo thought for a while, "Add potato vermicelli in three quarters of an hour, and then wait for a quarter of an hour." After 45 minutes, put the potato vermicelli, and wait 15 minutes.

Zhuangzhuang counted one by one with his little hands, but how could a three-year-old child figure it out? Xiaoguo didn't say a word, and went back to the house to get a small candle, "When this little candle is finished, the meal will be cooked."

Zhuangzhuang nodded ignorantly. Zhuangzhuang wanted to stay and burn the fire, but Xiaoguo didn't refuse. If this child insisted that he leave the house, he would definitely not be happy. Isn't that why he was blowing the candle hard, I thought it was the candle. The rice can be cooked quickly, Xiaoguo looked at Zhuangzhuang with a funny look, and left the kitchen without making a sound.

It was getting a little dark, and white smoke was coming out of the chimneys of every household. After calculating that the time was almost up, Xiaoguo returned to the kitchen, just in time to see Zhuangzhuang running out to call herself, "Mother, the candles are almost finished. ." Zhuangzhuang's excited faces flushed red.

"Okay." Xiaoguo was pulled by Zhuangzhuang and walked towards the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and a burst of hot air rushed towards the faces of the two of them, accompanied by a strong aroma, and Zhuangzhuang's stomach was growling. When he got up, Xiaoguo was also not very hungry at first, but as soon as the taste came out, one large and one small stomach burst open one after another.

The rice is cooked, and in the current weather, it is not afraid of cold when it comes out. Seeing that Zhuangzhuang is greedy, he first picks out two pieces of meat for him, and then Xiaoguo puts the cut potatoes and vermicelli in it.

Xiao Zhuangzhuang sat on the bench, the fire from the stove shone on his face, he picked up a piece of spareribs in his little hands and blew, Xiaoguo sat beside him and looked at him lovingly. The ribs were handed to Xiaoguo, "Mother, eat it."

"You can eat, mother, wait a while before eating."

After confirming that my mother really didn't want to eat it, Zhuangzhuang started to eat it.

The mother and son sat and played for a while in front of the warm stove, and it happened that the meal was ready. The two returned to the house with the dishes and rice. Xiaoguo was affected by Zhuangzhuang's appetite and ate two big bowls. Zhuangzhuang The little man also ate a big bowl.

After they were full and washed the dishes, the two went to bed on the kang. The ancients had no entertainment.

Zhuangzhuang couldn't fall asleep because he was tossing and turning, so he said to Xiaoguo pitifully, "Mother, I can't sleep."

Xiaoguo got up, let Zhuangzhuang lean on her arms, rubbed his appetite lightly with one hand, and said to him, "Mother, let me tell you a story."

"Okay, okay." Zhuangzhuang nodded impatiently.

Xiaoguo thought about what story she wanted to tell, let's talk about Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, "There used to be a little girl, her grandmother gave her a red hat..."

Listening to Xiaoguo's soft words, Zhuangzhuang slowly closed his eyes. After Xiaoguo's story was finished, Zhuangzhuang fell asleep. Xiaoguo put down Zhuangzhuang and slowly got up and went out.