The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

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"It's edible." Cheng Huan walked into the door dragging his tail, put his things on the table, and then took a breath: "I'm exhausted."

"Mom, I'll pour you water!" Xing Xing watched a lot of children's programs about honoring his parents. When he saw his mother's face turned red, he volunteered to be a dutiful son.

Cheng Huan was indeed exhausted. He ran too many places today and brought back so many things.

She lay on the sofa with her hands spread out, and turned her head to thank her diligent son.

"You're welcome." Xing Xing was very polite. He took the water glass, went to the kitchen to pour a cold glass, and then walked out carefully with both hands in his hands.

The water was poured too full, and it was inevitable that it would be spilled when walking around. Xing Xing felt a little distressed when he saw the water that was finally poured and splashed on the ground.

He was very nervous, and his movements were even more cautious. It took a long time to take a small step, but Caesar still had to sprinkle the water. When Cheng Huan took the water glass, there was only half a glass of water left in it.

Cheng Huan ran around outside. He didn't even eat lunch at noon. He was tired, hot, hungry and thirsty. After drinking half a glass of water, he finally felt alive.

She didn't rest for a long time, some water was sprinkled on the floor, and her feet were easy to slip when walking up. She asked Xing Xing to sit on the sofa and get up by herself to mop the water stains on the floor.

Xing Xing sat on the sofa, swinging his legs to watch his mother work. He pouted his mouth, looking a little unhappy.

"Mother."

Cheng Huan had just finished mopping the floor when she heard her son calling her. She turned her head and saw Xing Xing holding the empty cup, and said seriously, "I won't spill it anymore!"

"Well, our Xing Xing is the most powerful." Cheng Huan put the mop away, and came back to brush the child's hair. Xing Xing's hair is a bit long, and the bangs have already passed the eyebrows.

"I'll take you to get your hair cut tomorrow." She said after finishing stroking.

As soon as these words were spoken, Xing Xing's face suddenly changed.

Many children do not like to cut their hair.

Most of the reasons are because the blood vessels of children are thin, and occasionally they have a headache and brain fever, they need to prick the head for infusion. Children's ability to distinguish is not so good, and over time they confuse infusion with hair cutting.

Xingxing is also one of these children.

He was not in good health when he was a child, and he would have a fever every few months. The original owner was impatient to take care of him, and would take him for an infusion when he had a fever, so Xing Xing was very nervous when his head was touched by outsiders.

Now that I have grown up and know that cutting hair is different from getting needles, I am still a little scared.

He puffed up both sides of his face and reached out to touch his hair. The end of the front bangs just touched his eyes.

Xing Xing raised his head and stared at the lock of hair, and felt that it was not very long.

"Mom, I don't want to cut my hair." He tried to negotiate.

"It's not negotiable. If you don't cut it, you'll be a slob." Cheng Huan vetoed the little guy's request, stood up and walked to the dining table.

Xing Xing looked over resentfully, but unfortunately the cruel mother only left him a resolute back, he looked at it for a while, and was sure that his mother was not going to talk to him, so he said reluctantly: "Okay then. "

After speaking, he climbed down from the sofa and moved to Cheng Huan's side.

What Cheng Huan bought back included seasonings and some ingredients.

She has never done a barbecue business before. Although she is confident in her cooking skills, she can't guarantee that it will be delicious for the first time. In order to be sure, she plans to try it at home in the next two days. Only when the food is delicious can we go out and make money.

The ingredients are mainly meat, including mutton, beef, and chicken wings. There are ice packs inside.

The weather was so hot that almost all the ice packs melted along the way, and even the hard meat that was originally frozen began to become soft.

Cheng Huan washed the beef and mutton, cut them into strips, and marinated them with chicken wings.

It takes a little time for the meat to marinate and taste, so put the rest in the refrigerator, and Cheng Huan played with Xing Xing for a while.

In half an hour, the meat is marinated.

At this time, there was only a ray of sunshine left in the sun, and the heat in the air had also gone.

Xing Xing didn't eat much at noon, and now his stomach is growling. He leaned on the table, watched Cheng Huan's movements, and swallowed: "Mom, shall we eat this tonight?"

The marinated meat had an attractive color and looked delicious. Cheng Huan wore disposable gloves and threaded the meat strips on the sticks. Set it aside.

Staring at the pile of flesh, Xingxing kept drooling, he took a sip, and poked the pile of flesh in front of him.

Then I was disappointed to find that it was not allowed to enter.

Barbecue is unhealthy, and Cheng Huan doesn't want children to eat it, so Xing Xing eats fruit rice at night.

The cooked soft rice is covered with fruits of different colors. The aroma of the rice and the fruit are perfectly combined. Xing Xing took a bite and threw the uncooked meat aside.

Holding the bowl, he ate a full bowl of rice, and when it was over, he held his little belly and said, "Mom, I want to eat this again tomorrow."

The little guy has lived with her for a long time, and he has grown a lot more courageous. He used to talk about what he likes, but now he directly brings it up.

"Okay." Cheng Huan had already accepted the setting that a child likes to eat every day, and she responded casually, carrying the plate of raw meat, and was about to go downstairs.

The barbecue grill that Cheng Huan bought has arrived, and there is no room for it at home, so it is placed downstairs.

The one she rented was in the corner, surrounded by walls on both sides.

There is a large piece of lawn between the wall and the house, where Cheng Huan is going to bake.

The smell of oily smoke from the barbecue is not small. Cheng Huan was quite guilty when he made this decision. Fortunately, the wind direction is also strong today, so it won't blow into other people's homes.

The grill uses smokeless charcoal. Although environmental protection is emphasized nowadays, electric stoves are also used for grilling, but Cheng Huan feels that the food baked with electric stoves always tastes bad.

In the face of food and environmental protection...she chooses the former one.

The charcoal in the stove had already burned up, and the surrounding temperature became significantly higher. Cheng Huan put the meat on the rack, and when it turned white, he used a brush to brush a layer of peanut oil on it.

Although she has never done barbecue, she also knew it before. The basic skills have not fallen behind for many years, and the control of the fire can be said to be perfect.

Xingxing came down to join in the fun when he was full. Cheng Huan chased him aside because he thought it was too hot.

The little guy didn't make any noise, he just entertained himself, he stretched out his hand and pulled down a bunch of grass stalks, picked out two and put them together to tie a knot.

Xing Xing played and felt that the smell in the air had changed.

He shrugged his nose, stood up and turned around to make sure the source of the smell was from his mother. He ran over with two short legs, shouting as he ran, "Mom, it smells so good!"

Cheng Huan brushed the meat with homemade seasoning and hummed.

The little guy came to the side, grabbed Cheng Huan's pants with one hand, and poked his head around his neck to see, but was stopped by Cheng Huan.

"It's hot here, the stars should be farther away."

"Oh." Xing Xing was an obedient child, even though he was reluctant to part with it, he still stepped back a little. He smelled the smell and felt that his stomach was hungry again after eating.

"Mom, is this delicious?"

"It's delicious." Cheng Huan couldn't be too sure, after all, it was the first time, what if it crashed.

"Then can I eat?" Xing Xing swallowed, eager to try.

"No." Cheng Huan ruthlessly refused: "You have already eaten dinner, and you can't digest any more, and you can't sleep at night."

"I'm definitely falling asleep!" Xing Xing promised quickly, and he swallowed again, feeling that he could still eat a lot.

"That doesn't work either." Cheng Huan freed his hand and pushed his head: "Go aside."

Xing Xing was so hooked by the fragrance, how could he want to leave, he stepped aside a little, his eyes were fixed on Cheng Huan's movements, and he was still muttering about bargaining.

Cheng Huan ignored him and sprinkled spices on the meat.

The meat has been grilled, the aroma is overflowing, and the top is shiny with oil.

Cheng Huan took the meat skewers away, and was just about to take a skewer to taste, when she heard someone calling her not far away.

"I said how come I can smell the aroma from all the way, so it turns out that you are making barbecue."

The people who came were Cheng Huan's neighbor and her daughter, who seemed to have just returned from cram school.

The neighbor came over with his daughter, first took out a candy from his pocket and gave it to Xingxing, and then asked Cheng Huan: "Are you busy with this these days?"

"Well, I'm going to set up a stall to try." Cheng Huan originally planned to taste the taste by himself, but now there are ready-made diners just right.

She took out a string of beef skewers from her hand and handed it over: "Taste the taste for me."

"Then I'll eat it." The neighbor was not polite either, picked up a bunch of steaming beef skewers, and forgot to stuff them into his mouth.

The beef is smooth and tender, marinated very tasty, and the strong umami taste bursts in the mouth.

For Cheng Huan's face, the neighbors had to praise the food if it wasn't good, but they couldn't stop eating the food.

Cheng Huan was also a little nervous when he saw her finish eating a bunch of meat quickly.

Watching the neighbor swallow the last bite, she finally couldn't help asking: "How does it taste?"