Whether it's delicious or not, he hasn't eaten it anyway. But it was picked up by him, and he became very precious.

The child walked slowly, and with his heavy bowl in his arms, he walked even more slowly. Shaoyin is not in a hurry. She is now a peasant woman. For her, time is only surplus, not enough, so she walks leisurely.

After returning home, Shaoyin found a basin and soaked the snails.

As for the two mussels, she pried them open, dug out the flesh, placed them on the chopping board, and knocked them hard with the back of the knife.

"Mother, why are you hitting it?" An'er asked.

Shaoyin turned the mussel meat over and replied, "It's even better if you beat it a dozen times."

"why?"

Shaoyin made a move and said, "You will know when you eat."

Set aside a piece of mussel meat, set it aside, and just knock the other piece.

At dusk, Gu Tingyuan returned from the county seat.

He was carrying a paper bag in his hand, a meat bun bought for his wife.

His long brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a layer of annoyance on his delicate face.

When approaching the entrance of the village, Gu Tingyuan's heart filled with strong resistance. But thinking about his wise and lovely son, he tightened his face, but quickened his pace.

It's so late, An'er must be hungry.

His wife never cooks, so don't know if An'er is hungry and crying?

He could have come back sooner. But this happened today. It took him some time to apologize to his classmates, and then he was called by his husband to reprimand him, and explained it to the other students in the dormitory. After many things passed, it was too late to go home.

He rushed home in a hurry, and saw a white smoke rising from a distance, he couldn't help but stop, and he was shocked!

"not good!"

He took off his feet and ran towards the house, running at an unprecedented speed, galloping like a gust of wind. Worry that a moment later, my son will be buried in the sea of ​​​​fire.

Chapter 134 Ex-Wife 3 I didn't poison.

After picking up two mussels by the river in the afternoon, Shaoyin decided to add a dish to her son.

She squatted by the stove, and when she was about to start the fire, An'er widened her eyes and said, "Mother, do you want to cook?"

Shaoyin sees the subtext from his big, round eyes - isn't this father's business?

With a smile, she took the bowl from the stove and pointed to the mussel that was washed and clean, hammered softly, and sliced ​​into shreds of crystal clear jade-like mussels: "I don't know when your father will be back, you Don't you want to eat?"

An'er swallowed hard.

"I want to eat." He stared straight at the bowl, reluctant to blink.

Although he has never eaten it, he brought it up from the river, and took it all the way home, it must be delicious!

Shaoyin chuckled, and when the fire was set on fire again, An'er was silent.

She heated the pan, put a little oil, then added Chinese peppercorns, minced green onions, etc. to sauté until fragrant, and then poured in the thinly sliced ​​shredded mussels and stir-fry. Add soy sauce to color and taste. Add half a plate of finely chopped celery and stir fry together.

The tangy aroma burst out violently, to little An'er, it rushed like a wave, knocking him down in an instant.

Unconsciously, saliva secreted, and he swallowed hard. The little hands were clasped together, and the toes stood up, staring nervously at the pot. It's a pity that he is short, and he can only see the flying spatula.

Even so, the little face was still full of anticipation.

The family is not rich, and they can't even eat steamed bread with white flour every day, let alone meat? Clam meat is also meat, and the aroma that belongs to the meat alone is irresistible to small children.

Stir-fry on high heat, the thinly sliced ​​mussels and celery are cooked quickly, Shaoyin sprinkles a little salt, and it's out of the pot.

The two mussels, which were originally small in size, shrunk a little after being stir-fried, and seemed to be less. If it wasn't for Shaoyin adding some shredded celery, he wouldn't even be able to cover the bottom of a bowl.

"Take it and eat it." Shaoyin put the dish into his son's hand and gave him a pair of chopsticks.

An'er swallowed because of the aroma, and it was getting late, and his belly was already hungry, which made the meal even more tempting. After swallowing, he shook his head: "Wait for Dad to come back to eat."

Shaoyin raised her eyebrows: "Very good, you are very filial, your father must be very happy to know."

An'er was instantly happy, holding a bowl, and went to the main room. Shaoyin added water to the pot, brushed the pot, and prepared the adults' dinner. After a while, An'er came over again, hugged her leg like a rubber man, and pressed her face against her leg, unable to shake it off.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

An'er didn't say a word, just entangled her.

Shaoyin smiled and touched his heart: "Mother gave you something."

"Huh?" An'er raised her head.

"Go and see if Mother's fried food is delicious." Shaoyin laughed, "Try whether it's salty or not, whether it's bland or not, and whether it's cooked or not."

An'er blinked her eyes, and immediately became happy. She let go of her legs, opened her calves, and ran out. Deng deng deng, the footsteps went into the hall.

Shao Yin laughed and shook his head. This kid is too honest, he had already asked for a "taste" in exchange for a smart kid.

After a while, An'er ran back and said with a wide-eyed smile, "Mother, it's delicious." When he spoke, he could still see the shredded meat in his mouth.

Shaoyin smiled, bent down and picked up a winter melon, cut it in half, peeled the skin and dug out the seeds, then sliced ​​it, ready to make a stewed winter melon.

She held the knife, raised the knife in her hand, and the afterimage appeared in her movements. In a blink of an eye, Bai Shengsheng's winter melon turned into a thin and uniform sheet.

When did Ann see this scene? He opened his eyes wide and opened his small mouth into an "O" shape, watching in amazement.

"Mother, you cut so fast." He watched his mother load vegetables on the plate, and finally came back to his senses, "Faster than father."

The children are all Mu Qiang, and seeing her mother's swordsmanship is superb, she looks at her with more admiration and admiration.

Gu Tingyuan flew home desperately all the way, worried that his wife would burn down the house because of the incident during the day.