Dressed As Eighties Supernatural Woman

I found two bamboo curtains from the space, and my hands kept moving. After a while, the dumplings with the two curtains were wrapped. The large pot in the kitchen, Luo Qiao, had already boiled water, and the water would also boil. Just in time for the dumplings.

The pot is big, so I boiled one curtain first, there must be more than 70, and the rest of the curtain dumplings are ready to come back later, and they are also cooked and stored in the space.

He kept twenty for himself, put the rest in a small porcelain basin, and took a small bamboo bowl in the space to hold a lot of garlic juice, and then walked to Lu Yichen's house.

When Luo Qiao arrived, Lu Yichen was chopping wood in the yard when he heard footsteps and looked up to see Luo Qiao.

He also knew what happened in the afternoon, but he didn't expect this little girl to be quite powerful, and he didn't let the Zhao family figure it out. Only if she could stand up would she not be bullied.

Luo Qiao smiled slightly: "Brother Lu, I'll bring you dumplings."

Lu Yichen didn't expect that this little girl actually brought him dumplings, but made him feel a little embarrassed.

Luo Qiao walked into the yard, walked towards the kitchen with ease, and said, "You should also wash your hands and don't dry them. The dumplings are delicious when they are hot. I will go into the kitchen and find someone to fill them out. I have to take the basin back with me. "

She had lived at Lu Yichen's house for two days before, and she knew where to put things anyway. Lu Yichen was a clean person and kept everything clean.

Luo Qiao put the dumplings and garlic juice in a bowl and a bowl, put the bamboo bowl into the porcelain bowl and covered it with gauze, and Lu Yichen came over just after washing his hands.

Luo Qiao walked out of the kitchen to see Lu Yichen come over: "Brother Lu, eat while it's hot, I'll go first."

Lu Yichen glanced at the dumplings in the kitchen, frowned and asked, "Where did you get the white noodles?"

Luo Qiao glanced outside the hospital and said in a low voice, "I picked up some medicinal herbs in the mountains this morning and sent them to the traditional Chinese medicine shop in the town. After I got the money and tickets, I thought that I would not be able to eat dumplings without cornmeal.

So I bought some less and came back, just enough for two meals. Well, I won't tell you, my dumplings are going to be cold, so I'll go first. "

Luo Qiao didn't give Lu Yichen time to ask any more questions, so she ran away with the basin in her arms.

Lu Yichen sighed a little funny, how could he, a big man, be so embarrassed to eat her food, but if he returned the food, it would make the little girl feel uncomfortable. He thought about helping her chop some firewood to make up for it.

Picking up chopsticks and holding a dumpling, um, fragrant, this little girl can cook quite well, and her craftsmanship is no worse than that of the chefs of state-run restaurants.

When Luo Qiao was in college in her previous life, her mother bought her an apartment near the school. She didn't want any traces of outsiders in her private space, so she didn't hire a nanny.

At first, I either ate instant noodles or ordered takeout. Later, I was really tired of eating, so I started to learn how to cook by watching the video on my mobile phone. Then I went home one day on vacation, because the nanny at home temporarily took a leave of absence.

She made three dishes and one soup by herself. As a result, when the meal started, her parents came back, and they happened to eat together. At that time, my parents were all smiles, and they were very happy. Since then, she has regarded learning to cook as a part of it. important task.

Not only did she follow the video to learn, but she also signed up for a cooking class. She learned all the eight major cuisines, and she didn't miss out on western food, mid-point, and western-style pastry.

Parents are flying in the sky every day, busy with one word, too busy with two words, too busy with three words, there will always be endless meetings, endless things to discuss, endless contracts, endless contracts, and endless pace.