What kind of experience is it to help your wife cheat?

Chapter 97

Ding Rui made a total of five dishes today, removing the old pickled cabbage that was still marinating in the jar, but there were only four dishes that were actually served on the table, which were fried bitter gourd, cold tomatoes, mapo tofu, and... Song Song frowned, pointing to the dark pile of things on the plate: "Honey, can you introduce, what is this?"

Ding Rui blushed: "Ah, this, this is a Northeast dish called... Ground Sanxian."

Song Song picked up the dish twice with chopsticks: "Are you sure this dish is made like this?"

Ding Rui was a little anxious: "I always make it according to the recipe. I see it looks good in the picture, but how to make it dark, I don't know!"

Song Song picked up something that looked like an eggplant, took a small bite with a nervous expression on his face, and then spit out the small eggplant in his mouth on the toilet paper: "Honey, why don't you throw it away? The taste is too overbearing, I can't bear it." Get up!"

Ge Guiqin was a little anxious at the side: "Why throw it away, it's not very good. My son, don't waste it, mom can eat..."

As she said that, she also picked up a chopsticks dish and put it into her mouth, then her face changed, she seemed to be trying very hard to swallow the dish in her mouth, but she couldn't swallow it, so she could only spit it out: "Xiaorui! , did you add too much soy sauce?"

Ding Rui lowered her head silently without saying a word.

Song Song lowered his head slightly and moved towards the plate of food. He tentatively rummaged through it with chopsticks and picked out a round thing: "What is this?"

Ding Rui glanced at it, and immediately beamed with joy: "So the lid is here!"

Song Song put down his chopsticks: "Come on, the case is solved!"

This plate of three delicacies is really inedible, so I can only count on the other three dishes.

But what makes people desperate is that Ding Rui didn't handle the bitter gourd well, and the taste is also unpalatable.

Although the cold tomato looks good and tastes good, the key problem is that it is winter and the temperature is already low enough. No one's stomach can stand this cold dish.

As a result, the dining table that seemed to be quite full was the only one left for dinner, the plate of mapo tofu that had been fried to pieces.

No, to be more precise, it should be Mapo Tofu Soup.

However, without mentioning the children, it is impossible for just three adults to eat this dish!
Ding Rui was a little sad, her eyes were red: "I'm really useless, I've been busy for almost two hours, and there is no last edible dish."

Song Song was quite angry at first, but seeing Ding Rui blame himself so much, he felt a little distressed: "It can't be said that, you have made great progress. I still remember that before the mother and the child came over, you couldn't even cook a single dish. Eat, now there is at least one more edible."

When Ding Rui heard this, she became even more depressed: "But, the ingredients for Mapo Tofu are ready-made."

Song Song fell silent.

Ge Guiqin got up to smooth things over, and said with a smile: "Xiaorui is usually busy with work, so she really does not do much in this area, and it will get better gradually. It's okay, mom will fry another egg, it will be ready soon, ah."

As she said that, she went to the refrigerator and took out three eggs. Not long after she entered the kitchen, there was a "clinking" sound of cracking eggs.

Ding Rui hadn't recovered yet, and her mood became even more depressed: "Husband, I only have a few days left, and I can't do well at all!"

Just as Song Song was about to say a few words of comfort, he suddenly noticed that the light blue light curtain that had been silent for a few days finally popped up a new task: to help Ding Rui quickly improve his cooking skills to meet work needs.

Finally got a mission!

Song Song was so excited that he sat up straight all of a sudden, startling Ding Rui who was next to him.

"What's wrong? Is my food so good?" Ding Rui seemed a little angry at Song Song's reaction.

Song Song said seriously: "Wife, look, you said it yourself, there is not much time left for you. Since you want to get things done, don't sigh here, you should seize all time and everything Opportunity to learn.”

Ding Rui asked in a daze: "Then what should I do?"

Song Song stood up and said, "Come on, you're still going to cook the next dish. I'll teach you how to do it with my mother."

Ding Rui turned her head and glanced at the kitchen, as if she was a little apprehensive: "Why don't we let mom do it this time, and if we mess up again, what shall we have for dinner?"

Song Song said anxiously: "If you make a mess, you can make it again. If the food is used up, I will go out to buy it again. Anyway, it will be reimbursed."

Ding Rui struggled for a moment, then finally nodded and got up: "Okay."

Seeing mom and dad followed grandma into the kitchen, Song Xiaoni didn't know what happened, she climbed down from the chair awkwardly, looked at it, she seemed a little bored, turned around and ran happily to continue watching cartoons .

Let adults face their troubles.

Children, shouldn't they play carefree?

When Song Song and Ding Rui squeezed into the kitchen, Ge Guiqin had already beaten the egg liquid and was about to pour oil into the pan.But the pot didn't seem to be cleaned, so she put down the oil pot in her hand, and picked up the frying pot to wash it again.

Song Song cast an encouraging look at Ding Rui. Ding Rui nodded and rolled up her sleeves: "Mom, put down that pot and let me do it!"

Ge Guiqin persuaded: "Xiaorui, mom will be fine soon, ah, you..."

Song Song interrupted from the side: "Mom, this is Xiaorui's job. She must learn how to cook as soon as possible. You can just guide her how to do it. Don't reach out."

Ge Guiqin said while washing the pot, "Okay, okay, then I'll wash the pot and give it to Xiaorui, ah."

Ding Rui took a step forward and snatched the wok from Ge Guiqin: "Mom, I can do it, trust me."

The frying pan was indeed not cleaned, and there were still black things in it, which was very difficult to clean.

Ding Rui washed the dishcloth to black, but still couldn't clean it. She was so anxious that she directly picked it with her nails, which made Ge Guiqin dumbfounded.

"Xiao Rui, you use a steel wool brush, it's very useful."

"Steel...steel wool?"

As if waking up someone in a dream with a single word, Ding Rui regained his energy immediately, found a steel wool ball from the side, and added some dish soap, and it didn't take much effort to wipe off those dark things.

Song Song watched this scene, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, feeling some pain in his head.

If I had known this before, I shouldn't have added those attribute points to Ding Rui's skin quality, I should have...

But if you want to improve your culinary skills, you need to add too many attributes, and the seven attribute points are too few, and it won't make a splash if you drop them in.

Forget it, let it be like this, I hope she can achieve her goal completely by her own efforts this time.

No one's life can be left hanging forever.

"Xiao Rui, you need to heat up the pan first and dry the water, otherwise, if you add oil, it will fry...Xiao Rui, don't rush to turn it over...Xiao Rui, you don't need to add soy sauce or salt to scrambled eggs You don’t need to add it, I just added it when I was beating eggs... Xiaorui, why don’t I do it, you can practice again when you have time..."

Song Song leaned against the sliding door of the kitchen and sighed softly.

If I knew it now, why bother?

Wife, come on!
(End of this chapter)