Warm tea and wine

Ministry, I really suffered a lot here today, I didn't expect Mao Qin to add another sentence: "Mengli, are you pregnant? How do I think you are going to vomit?"

"..." Wu Mengli lamented, what I touched was my stomach... Is this retribution?

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Wen Xi sat on the concubine's couch she was used to sitting on, sipped her tea, and looked at Yang Shu helplessly.

"Sister, what are you going to do?" What exactly does Miss Yang Shu want to do?She stayed in her own house and refused to leave, even when Yang Du came to pick her up—fortunately, Gu Jiuran left after coming in the morning yesterday, otherwise there would be a woman hiding in the house for no apparent reason, even if it was her own sister, it would be hard to say, right?

Yang Shu tugged at the black silk on his legs, and smiled ambiguously: "I want to see my brother-in-law."

"...Are you afraid of meeting the madman from the Mao family again, so you refuse to go out?"

Yang Shu would never admit it, she blinked her eyes: "I said I admire you yesterday, the queen was full of aura, stay and observe, do you believe me?"

Porridge lay mournfully on the overstuffed chair with tears in his eyes: "I don't believe it..."

Camera shift, zoom in, zoom in—

See the plates slowly piled up on the round table next to Yang Shu?It was a dim sum that originally belonged to porridge porridge, including steamed cheese with sugar, pea yolk, moon cake with egg yolk, crispy chicken, chicken popcorn, Kung Pao chicken, pear and pineapple...

But now their wonderful taste and origin can only be judged by the residual aroma and residue.

Congee Congee was very sad, very sad, every time this woman came, nothing good would happen, she was just like a female robber, implementing the inhumane "three light" policy: eat all, drink all, and take all.I have a pity for a pregnant woman who doesn't have the snacks made by the owner. It's really sad——

Originally, since Da Ganquan appeared, the number of times the owner prescribes special treats for herself is so small, but this woman still bullies herself, woo woo woo, porridge is so miserable, so miserable——

At this time-

"I don't believe it." Wen Xi answered Yang Shu firmly, "Sister, what do you want to do? The main house of the Yang family is much bigger than mine, not to mention that even your private villa is more comfortable than here, what are you doing!"

"Ahem, isn't it because your house, uh, has an atmosphere, hahaha——" Yang Shu would never admit that it was because he was bewitched by his brother's cooking skills and wanted to eat and drink. Let's go, she really admires Queen Wenxi - she can bear the aura!

Wen Xi: ...

porridge:……

Seeing Yang Shu's eyes glued to the chestnut mousse in front of her, Wen Xi finally understood why Congee Congee's eyes were so similar to those of her cousin most of the time, Nima, those are foodies' eyes!So Hongguoguo!So straightforward!So shiny!

"Sister, tell me, what do you want to eat?" Wen Xi pushed the chestnut mousse in front of Yang Shu and said.Hey, my sister is so annoying, how can I get a man in the future.

Against the background of porridge porridge's watery and big eyes, Yang Shu happily digs into mouthfuls with a small spoon and eats, feeling inexplicably sad and indignant while eating.

"Damn it--this is amazing! Helping others to deliver love cakes is an innocent disaster! Damn, how come I don't have a good man like Chacha who can make mousse for me?"

After digging a big spoonful of chestnut paste and stuffing it into his mouth, Yang Shu started chatting.

"Your sister—LN, I want to learn to cook too! Nima! Blah blah blah blah—"

……

Wen Xi silently covered his face, and he knew that his sister's habit of chatting whenever she ate sweets was something she couldn't get rid of, just like a certain animal couldn't get rid of what she ate.

Wen Xi had a headache when she heard Yang Shu's almost insane thoughts.He raised one hand and covered his forehead with some headaches. Immediately, the silk sleeves slid down loosely along his arms, revealing his forearm as white as jade. That section of jade arm skin is like suet.The pink nails rubbed and pressed slowly on the smooth forehead, which actually made people feel pity.

"Forget it, I'll teach you how to cook." Wen Xi was helpless, he wasn't afraid of dizziness, but there was still a little furry guy in Congee's stomach, I was afraid that this aunt's magic spell would read him out of his original form— —Let me go to hell to save the common people——

"What do you want to learn?" Wen Xi stood up and took porridge to his bedroom and put it on the bed, surrounded the porridge with soft and furry cushions, and then secretly took out some snacks from the space and put them on the bed. On the cabinet next to the bed.

Wen Xi felt a little regretful and guilty. Looking at the sick porridge, he couldn't help but bent down and pinched his little ears, kissed his chin gradually, and took the door out lightly. I didn't realize that the snow-white little fox suddenly became flushed and shy after being kissed by the owner.

The little fox shyly stretched out his paws to cover his face. The fire was burning. He turned his head and rubbed the furry cushion with nostalgia. I got up: "The master is so kind to me——oooh, so touched——"

Could it be that this is the first manifestation of the emotional impermanence of the pregnant woman?

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"Chacha, what are you going to teach me?" Yang Shu was wearing an apron, standing beside Wenxi, poking his head.

"Then what do you want to learn?" Wen Xi angrily took out knives and materials, and lined them up on the cooking table, the silver light was dazzling.

"Famous dishes, famous orders." Yang Shu was unequivocal.

"Then Kung Pao Chicken is ready." Wen Xi chose this dish out of selfishness, Yang Shu ate the Kung Pao Chicken he made for porridge today, and Wen Xi, who loves something small, naturally wanted to make it again One portion was given to someone who loves chicken, so Wenxi made the final decision.

"So how did you do it?" Little friend Yang asked.

"To put it simply, wash and dice the chicken, marinate it with egg white, salt, and starch and mix evenly, wash and mince the garlic and prepare it, heat the oil in a pan, fry the diced chicken in the pan, remove and drain the oil, Leave the oil in the pot, saute the dried chili and garlic until fragrant, then add the diced chicken and stir-fry until the aroma comes out, finally add soy sauce, cooking wine, monosodium glutamate, sugar, vinegar, water, starch, sesame oil and stir well to thicken the sauce, and finally add peanuts Stir the rice well. It's not difficult at all."

Yang Shu: "...is it not difficult?"

Wen Xi rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and dragged out a stripped chicken from the refrigerator, and threw it on the cutting board with a "snap", and gave Yang Shu a slanted look.

Yang Shu's legs were almost weakened by Wen Xi's stare. She yelled evil in her heart, and turned her head away. It's okay if she didn't look at it. When she looked at it, she saw a pot that Wen Xi took out from the space and put it in the kitchen— -chrysanthemum.

The chrysanthemum is very beautiful, plus it is a special product in the space, it can be said to be the best in the world.But what is Yang Shumei's favorite thing to do? She likes to eat flowers, which is similar to eating peonies, and she especially likes to eat chrysanthemums.

Yes, like the Empress Dowager Cixi who likes to eat chrysanthemums - this is also in line with her status as a rotten girl, but this girl doesn't like chrysanthemum hot pot like Cixi, she likes fried chrysanthemums, which is chrysanthemum tempura.

"Chacha, your chrysanthemums are really good." Yang Shu looked at the pot of chrysanthemums salivatingly. The flower plate was huge, the flowers were fragrant, and the petals were silky. One could imagine that they were absolutely delicious!

Wen Xi stared dumbfounded as his sister pulled off the two largest flowers on the chrysanthemum, put them in the bowl in front of Wen Xi with a smirk, and removed the poor Guoben naked chicken.

"I don't dare to cut chicken, and I can't eat spicy food, so please teach me how to make this fried chrysanthemum dish——"

The corner of Wenxi's mouth twitched, chrysanthemum, do you want to fry it?Isn't that - bursting chrysanthemums?

Come on, that's popping chrysanthemums...

Wen Xi silently stuffed the chicken that had slipped out of the soy sauce into the refrigerator, calmly took out the flour and space water, and started to teach by hand.

At this time, Yang Shu was determined not to ask Wen Xi to teach him, so he said, "What are you teaching? I believe I can learn by myself. I heard you say Kung Pao Chicken does that. I probably know how to make fried chrysanthemums." Done, watch me!"

Yang Shu took the initiative to invite Ying, but Wen Xi could only let her come here. Seeing the chrysanthemums being picked off one by one, Wen Xi could only feel distressed silently.

That is a snow-white chrysanthemum, and it looks so good!

Listen to what Yang Shu is saying?

What "Ju Jie", "Bottomless Chrysanthemum Cave", just thinking of these unknown words made Wen Xi's face turn red and break out in a cold sweat.

Yang Shu didn't come here blindly, she washed the chrysanthemums thoroughly and drained the water, then coated them with a thin layer of egg batter, this egg batter added some honey and icing sugar, it probably would be sweet when fried.

Yang Shu poured a layer of clear oil into the pot, heated up the pot, picked up the chrysanthemums with chopsticks and fried them in the pot.The chrysanthemums make a "sizzling" sound as soon as they are out of the pot, and the fragrance floats out so sweetly, which is very seductive.

Yang Shu carefully turned the fried crispy chrysanthemums over with a spatula and fried them for a few minutes, then fished them out with a ladle and put them on a plate.

"This is the style I like." Yang Shu sighed, took out her mobile phone and started taking pictures, talking to herself while taking pictures: "I want to give it a name for the dish, Since its recipe is similar to Kung Pao Chicken, then—”

Wen Xi helped clean up the mess, and asked casually, "Then what's it called?"

"It's called attacking the chrysanthemum!"

Wen Xi: "..." He knew it would be like this.

The author has something to say: I wish everyone a happy Singles’ Day tomorrow~ Let’s sing KTV happy tomorrow~~ I want to sing Zihang Southeast Branch~~

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58. In class...