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If Nannan hadn't lost it when she was a child, I'm afraid she would rarely enter the kitchen now.
Not to mention being so skilled at cooking.
Yunyan never thought of setting up a character of a wealthy eldest lady who does not touch the sun with her fingers.
Temperament can be improved, but more than ten years of life experience cannot deceive people.
Besides, she didn't think there was anything wrong with her having these skills.
The wealth and wealth of the family does not require her to cook by herself, but occasionally cooking something delicious by herself can improve the happiness of the whole family to a high degree.
Yunyan was cutting shiitake mushrooms while cooking ginger.
Therefore, Yunyan did not notice the pity and distress in grandma's eyes at all.
Yunyan turned her back to her grandmother and said, "It just so happens that grandpa likes sweetness. After cooking the shredded ginger, let it warm and add a little honey. Grandpa will definitely like it."
As for the mushrooms she was cutting now, it was a late-night snack for Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng passed the preliminary round of the National Physics Competition for High School Students in early September, and went to the semi-finals at the end of the month.
Although the results of the semi-finals have not yet come out, Fang Zheng is already preparing for the finals.
Since 2010, the gold medal in the physics competition has not been waived.
But still have the qualifications to participate in the elite winter camp.
At that time, if the teacher is interested, there is still a chance to sign a contract on the spot and directly recommend it.
Therefore, recently Fang Zheng has been busy learning except for the necessary activities.
Under normal circumstances, do not go to bed before twelve o'clock at night.
After tasting Yunyan, you could see Fang Zheng nibbling on biscuits and potato chips at night.
Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys eat a lot.
Under normal circumstances, Fang's mother will also prepare supper for him.
But today is too busy. After receiving a circle of guests, Fang's mother has long forgotten about the supper.
Yunyan saw that there were debone fish fillets in the kitchen, so she wanted to make fish slips. After they were cooked, they could be eaten directly with some sauce.
She shreds the fish fillets and chops them into minced meat.
With chopped mushrooms, eggs, starch and a little flour, along with seasonings, stir into a paste.
Then use a spoon to scoop into irregular circles and cook them in the boiling tomato soup.
Cook for four or five minutes, remove and drain.
Set the plate one by one.
Yun Yan thought about it for a while, Fang Zheng seemed to like something a little more spicy.
She adjusted the dipping sauce again, serving it in a small bowl and placing it on the edge of the plate.
Grandma couldn't help her appetite when she smelled it.
Yunyan said with a smile, "I cook a lot, and you and my grandfather have both. But you can't eat too much."
Otherwise, it will hurt the body even more.
Grandma Fang couldn't help but praise: "Nannan, this craft, I don't know who will take it orally in the future."
Yunyan said, "If grandma likes it, just stay for a few more days, and I will cook for you and grandpa."
"Grandma is afraid that it will delay our study."
"The work of cooking a few dishes will not delay my study. Grandma might as well stay for a few more days and try the meals made by Nannan."
It wasn't that Yunyan didn't think about cooking for the first two weeks.
Mainly, she had just returned to Fang's house at that time.
I have memories of the 'original book' in mind, and always feel a little disconnected from family.
At that time, she wanted to show a little bit, but she didn't dare to make too much trouble.
Always be cautious.
Treat yourself as an outsider.
It's different now.
Although she didn't remember much about the previous two lives, the family love was imprinted in her bones.
Yunyan likes this kind of transformation.
One is that she now knows that she is not a lonely ghost who borrowed the body of someone else's child, and the other is that her relatives really like her.
Therefore, she dared to ask for more things with her own temperament.
at the same time.
Fang's mother and Fang's father were in the study, looking at the lights on the kitchen.
Fang's mother said, "Our mother spoils her so much now, and she cooks for her at night."
That being said, there was no condemnation in her tone.
Instead he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Nannan finally let go."
In the past, she always felt that her daughter was too sensible.
It was only because he refused to call him brother that he could see that the girl was still a little stubborn.
Fang's mother had talked to Fang's father before.
Her daughter, so perfect that one can't pick out a thorn, is good.
But she hopes that the girl will be more courageous, say what she wants, and play if she wants to be petty.
Anyway, she loves it.
Wait until Yunyan and Grandma Fang go upstairs with things.
Fang's mother watched as they knocked on Fang Zheng's door.
Fang's father said sourly: "No, I can understand what my mother cooks for Yunyan..."
But why is there still a share of that stinky boy Fang Zheng?
Fang Zheng didn't go to the kitchen to help, how could he enjoy it for nothing?
Even if Grandma Fang's home-cooked dishes are not as sophisticated as professional chefs.
But that's what the fuck did it myself.
It was the taste of his childhood.
Mother Fang glanced at her husband angrily.
"How old are you, why do you still care about your son?"
Wait until the next day, early in the morning.
by the dining table.
Fang Zheng's elated appearance seemed to be bubbling.
Grandpa Fang and Fang Zheng have the same expression.
Grandpa Fang said, "Our craftsmanship is really good."
Fang Zheng also praised.
Mama Fang finally understood—
Yesterday's supper was made by Yunyan?
After returning to the room, Fang's mother glared at her husband, "Why don't you behave well?"
Next time, you can also eat what Nan Nan made.
Father Fang has been stimulated by his son's performance this morning to the point that his desire for survival has dropped to a negative value.