Tumi's Salvation Credit

After Zhou Yin and Han Hui returned to his uncle's residence, their feet hurt so much that they refused to get out of the car and walk.

Young Master Han had never served anyone before, so he wiped his sweat at a loss, "Then what should I do? I guess my uncle won't be able to find a wheelchair for you in a while, and you can't just sit in the car all the time."

Zhou Yin glared at him angrily, "Hey! Who did my feet hurt because of? How dare you let me sit in a wheelchair?"

Han Hui was rude, "You are such a big person, how can you be transported into the house without a wheelchair?"

Zhou Yin was too lazy to be polite to him, and asked directly, "I'm not heavy, so just carry me in."

Han Hui wanted to go in and call his brother-in-law's bodyguard out to do the job, but it was exactly as Zhou Yin said--I'm sorry, I weighed it, and finally had to bend down and drag him out of the car and hug him to the ground Get it out, and then back into the house.

While still complaining, "It's weird, I've never hugged a man before, you said that it would be fine if you were big and thick, but you look like a girl, I think it's weird to hug you!"

Zhou Yin stared at the sky speechlessly behind his back, it was really difficult to communicate with a straight man, he was not uncomfortable being hugged and carried, why are you so awkward!Corrected, "You are carrying me now! Not hugging!"

Han Hui muttered, "It's almost like, didn't I still hug him when I got out of the car."

Han Hui's brother-in-law probably prefers to work at home, and is at home most of the time, and he was there at this time. As soon as Han Hui 'carried' Zhou Yin into the living room on the ground floor, he came out to welcome him.

Han Hui had already called him to report the situation on the way, and Tong Han knew what was going on, so he asked Zhou Yin directly, "I've already had someone call the doctor, what do you think? Go to the hospital."

Zhou Yin was put on the sofa by Han Hui, and he was also a little nervous. Yaohan has practiced martial arts since childhood, and his muscles and bones have been cultivated, and he has inner strength to protect his body. Three thousand, if you kick someone else's wrist bone, your own toes might be heroic too.

Feel it carefully again, move it lightly, and feel that the bone should be fine just because of the pain, so I feel relieved, "It's just pain, there is no other major problem, and there should be no need to go to the hospital."

The doctor came very quickly, within the time to speak, took off Zhou Yin's shoes and socks to check carefully, and came to the same conclusion: the bones are fine.

Tong Han and Han Hui's uncle and nephew watched Zhou Yin's bare feet together again.

Si Nan's whole body has the same style, and his feet are white and slender, with round ankles and delicate toes. As a boy, the size is also too small, which can easily pass off a pair of tall beautiful women's feet.

Zhou Yin heard Han Hui sigh again, and commented in a low voice, "Why do you look like this!" His tone seemed dissatisfied.

In his heart, Han Hui is a figure at the level of a little beauty. Today, the boss tried his best to save the little beauty, but the little beauty complained about her appearance twice in a row. He was really upset, "Why, my long feet are messing with you? ?”

Han Hui, "No, but it's no wonder that your feet hurt after kicking a few times. These feet are too tender!"

Zhou Yin held his breath, and just wanted to say that you should try kicking yourself. The doctor who applied medicine to the bruises on the front of his feet also joined in the fun and said, "It's too delicate and tender, and it will be too much for a sudden violent impact." , Tolerance is developed gradually and slowly.”

Zhou Yin kept his mouth shut silently, it was Si Nan who wanted to raise his skin and tender flesh, not him!

In fact, Si Nan often runs and plays ball in school, and his body is not bad, but he is born with such a delicate model. In addition, he has never participated in martial arts training such as kicking sandbags and stakes. impossible.

He is very good at beating people, but his state of being unable to resist beatings is actually a bit strange, but Tong Han can't care about it now, after making more than a dozen phone calls, and sending a few groups of people to arrange it carefully In the afternoon, I took my nephew out.

The Han family's overseas business is huge, and Han Hui's grandfather's health has been deteriorating recently. Seeing that he is dying, the struggle for property within the family has also become fiercer.

Father Han's only son, Han Hui, was afraid that he would be in danger, so he sent him back to his country and entrusted him to his half-brother to take care of him. Those who attacked Han Hui these two times were well-informed people in the family.

Zhou Yin didn't care about other people's housework. After taking a break in the afternoon, he carefully cooked a few pumpkin rice bowls. By the way, he cooked a pot of mushroom and chicken soup to adjust his mood.

Just like Wu Tianyu is obsessed with music, Noah loves calculation formulas and various programs, and Yao Hanya is good at martial arts, Si Nan likes cooking very much. In his eyes, cooking is an art and a kind of enjoyment.

Sinan can achieve a state of ecstasy when cooking. In his eyes, green vegetables and radishes are no longer simple vegetables and radishes, but things with rich connotations, as if the legendary elves can talk to plants. You can also talk to radish and green vegetables. Each vegetable has its own personality and characteristics. Look at them, study them and even taste them to understand whether it is crisp or soft, sweet or bitter. Vinegar, oil and salt, every detail should be carefully considered. The result of frying for ten seconds more or less, two grams of salt or two grams of salt may be very different, so you must devote yourself wholeheartedly. After that, the crystallization of art was gradually born between the stove and the spatula. It was an incomparably wonderful process, which made people's heart beat and appetite whetted.

Zhou Yin was immersed in the joy of cooking almost involuntarily. Several small orange pumpkins were cut open from the upper third of each one, the inner flesh was dug out, and a circle of water waves was carved on the edge. Then cut the shiitake mushrooms, celery, and sausage into small pieces of one centimeter square, fry them with olive oil, add shrimp and rice, and finally add seasoning. Salt and black pepper are the key to the success of this dish, because pumpkin , shiitake mushrooms, and celery are all things with a strong aroma. Mix several different aromas together and use the oil and meat aroma of sausage to hang out the mixed essence to form the unique fresh and fragrant taste of pumpkin rice. Salt and If the pepper is too heavy, it will cover the aroma of several ingredients. If it is too light, the taste of shrimp and sausage will prevail, bringing out a little fishy smell, which means that the originally fragrant pumpkin cup has lost its fresh essence.

Ordinary people make pumpkin cups by cutting the incisions in a circle in a zigzag shape. Zhou Yin thinks that the appearance of Western Halloween is too strong. Cooking pays attention to color and fragrance. The appearance at first sight is very important. Pumpkin cup rice is The fragrant and light taste does not match the atmosphere of Halloween, so he would rather spend more effort and carve a circle of water wave patterns on the edge.

Put the fried rice of various colors into the hollowed out pumpkin cup, and then carefully put a few orange pumpkin cups like works of art into the steamer, and set the time. Zhou Yin was very satisfied, and turned to look at the pot beside him. chicken soup.

There is not much skill in cooking mushroom and chicken soup, the main thing is to have good ingredients and a good heat.The chicken soup was cooked in advance with the help of the nanny. The free-range chickens in the bamboo forest that do not eat feed are used. The mushrooms added in the soup took a lot of thought. Most of the mushrooms bought in the market are artificially grown. Yes, it lacks a bit of umami. In Si Nan's words, it means that the material lacks a little aura, which will make the art of mushroom chicken soup not so perfect. So Zhou Yin endured the pain in his feet and rummaged through the storage room next to the kitchen, and finally I found a bag of wild dried mushrooms. According to the nanny, it was a mountain product brought by a relative of hers when she came to see her.

Zhou Yin added the washed mountain mushrooms when the chicken soup was almost boiled with a simmer, watched the time, boiled for another 10 minutes, then turned off the heat immediately, and when it cooled down, skim off the top layer of oil, and then added Salt and boil for a while and you're done.

Tong Han and Han Hui's affairs in the afternoon seemed to be going well, and they were able to come back for dinner in time.

Looking at the simple and fragrant soup and rice on the table, Han Hui was almost moved, "It's so delicious, Si Nan, you still cook when your feet hurt!"

Zhou Yin smiled, "I feel much better this afternoon." In fact, what I thought was that I don't need to cook with my feet, and he was concerned that Han Hui's uncle Tong Han was still around, so he didn't say this.

As usual, Han Hui sat down and began to eat. After eating two pumpkin cups and drinking soup, he felt very good. He suddenly said, "It would be great if you were a woman."

Zhou Yin sounded interesting, "Are you still short of someone who can cook? If you want to have a cook, you have to find a woman who can cook? You don't have to save so much. Just hire a cook."

Han Hui shook his head, "No, no, it feels different. Having you cook at home makes me feel very comfortable. I want to come back to eat every meal. Not only does it taste good, but it still has a sense of belonging." He said hesitantly Wan Wan was still a little unsure if he used the word correctly, so he turned around and asked Tong Han, "Uncle, can you say the sense of belonging?"

Tong Han, as always, had an elegant dining posture. He put a spoonful of shrimp rice into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, then took a napkin to wipe his mouth, and then looked at him, "You don't always speak Chinese very well, so you have to ask ?”

Han Hui, "I don't think the sense of belonging should be used to describe food, but I can't find a more suitable word."

Tong Han looked at Zhou Yin, with a gentle look in his eyes, "Xiao Nan's cooking tastes just right, and on the basis of just right, he strives for perfection. This is a very down-to-earth style. If you don't try to be unconventional, you won't have an abrupt taste." , so you will eat very comfortably, and you will always want to eat when you eat well. This is probably your so-called sense of belonging.” As he said, he shook his head, “It’s indeed a misnomer, I have to find a Chinese teacher for you tomorrow and learn again. .”

Zhou Yin smiled at Han Hui, "Usually I heard you speak Chinese fluently, but I was almost bluffed by you. It turns out that your level is not very good."

Young Master Han Hui was full of anger, "If you make fun of me again, I will deduct your salary!"

Zhou Yin fought back, "You dare to deduct my salary, I will only cook for Mr. Tong's share tomorrow, without yours."

Han Hui immediately looked constipated and closed his mouth resentfully.

Although Han Hui has the temper of the young master, he is not a bad person. Zhou Yin feels very relaxed when he is with him, and he can talk freely. Recently, he is relatively free. Occasionally bickering and making the young master look depressed is a small entertainment.