As usual, Lu Wen bought the food and was about to cook. Fang Zheng, who was playing with the millet grains over there, walked over. After two days of getting along, the millet grains can play with Fangzheng very happily. I don't know Fangzheng. Where does so much patience come from.
Fang Zheng looked at Lu Wen who was preparing to cook and said, "Mosquito, is it still the same food as yesterday?"
Lu Wen rolled his eyes and said, "You are so beautiful, whether you like to eat or not, if you have free food, you also feel picky about eating."
Fang Zheng was a little bit speechless by Lu Wen. At this time, the millet grains also came to the door of the kitchen, looked at his father and said, "Dad, I still want to eat yesterday's dishes."
As soon as Lu Wen heard this, a smile spread across his face and said, "Okay, today my dad will show our millet grains again."
The exquisite little face of the millet grains was full of smiles, and the milky voice said with a gruff, "Um, Dad is the best!"
When Fang Zheng heard the conversation between the father and daughter, he rolled his eyes and said to Lu Wen, "You are definitely a daughter."
Lu Wen hadn't spoken yet, the millet next to him curiously asked, "Uncle Fang, what daughter controls?" Fang Zheng looked at the flickering big eyes of the millet, a little speechless, how to explain this, you don't understand it. At that time, he will be entangled for a long time.
Putting his help-seeking gaze on Lu Wen, Lu Wen treated him as if he hadn't seen it, and solved the problem by himself. However, Fang Zheng was also a bit quick-witted. He turned his eyes twice and stared at him who was still glaring at him. The big-eyed millet said, "Daughter control is that my father likes millet very much and hopes that he will be happy every day."
Hearing the millet grains, he rushed to his father's face. The chubby little hand held his father's clothes and looked like he was about to hug. Lu Wen was a little confused. The explanation just given by Fang Zheng was also very good. What's wrong.
No matter what he thought, he picked up his little daughter for the first time, the millet grains wrapped his arms around his father's neck, and his little fleshy mouth "click" and kissed his father's face.
Xiao Mi Li said happily, "Rice also likes Dad the most." Lu Wen warmed his heart to his daughter's move, and put the smooth forehead of the millet on his forehead and said, "It's really Dad's dear baby."
Fang Zheng watched the father and daughter show their affection all the time, and the whites of his eyes were about to roll out, and he ignored the father and daughter. He came to the sofa and played with his mobile phone. Anyway, his goal was achieved. That's it.
After Lu Wen and Xiao Mi Lian were greasy and crooked for a while, they let Xiao Mi Lian go to the living room to play, and he began to prepare meals for tonight. I was planning to do it only with my own craftsmanship, but now I have agreed to millet grains, and I can only use my full strength.
Lu Wen looked at the spare ribs in his hand, thinking about making a sweet and sour spare ribs. In fact, he doesn't like sweet ones very much. He likes spicy ones, but who makes the baby girl like sweet ones? Fortunately, his craftsmanship If it is good enough, these are not a big deal.
After finishing the preparations, Lu Wen pours the bottom oil into the pot. After the oil is hot, stir-fry the star anise, bay leaves, cinnamon, green onion, and ginger together with the ribs with controlled moisture. The purpose of this is to stir-fry the excess fat from the ribs, and to fully soak the flavor of the spices into the ribs. This is the key to making the ribs fragrant but not greasy.
With Lu Wen's stir-frying, a trace of gas poured from his body onto the ingredients. With Lu Wen's stir-frying, the ribs slowly became more refined, and they seemed to be coated with a layer of crystal. , Some fatty meat is more like crystal clear diamonds dotted on white and translucent lean meat, pure white bones are more like a series of pearls that connect this piece of art in series.
Then Lu Wen filled the ribs out, then washed the magazines in the pot, poured sugar into it, and began to heat up. When most people make this sweet and sour ribs, the sugar will slowly turn from white to brown, but as Lu Wen eats up his breath Fluttering, the sugar becomes transparent and white.
Boil the sugar, and then Lu Wen pours the ribs that have just been stir-fried into it. With the addition of cooking wine and stir-frying, the sugar slowly adheres to the ribs, and then simmers in the pot for a while, and Lu Wen will make it. Put the sweet and sour pork ribs on the plate, and then sprinkle some sesame seeds on it. A piece of sweet and sour pork ribs that looks like a work of art is freshly baked.
Then Lu Wen put it in the holding stove, and then started to make the next dish, whether it is millet grains and Lu Wen likes to eat, it is fish-flavored pork shreds, this dish is slightly sweet and spicy, very suitable for children eat.
The water in the pot is boiled, and Lu Wen puts the fresh bamboo shoots in the shreds to blanch them. These are also blessed by the gas, both the color and the taste become first-class, put it aside, he reheats the pot and puts in an appropriate amount Heat the oil to 60% heat, add a little minced garlic.
Add shredded pork and stir-fry to change color, add shredded bamboo shoots, shredded carrots, and green peppers, and stir-fry together until they change color. With Lu Wen's stir-frying, the gas is attached to the top of the rice pot as if it's stale The ingredients inside.
When Lu Wen will put the fish-flavored shredded pork out of the pot, the shredded pork on this dish looks like strips of white horizontal stripes, and the vegetables have turned into green stripes. The two are intertwined and intertwined. A dish like a picture scroll.
Lu Wen made the remaining dishes one by one, and the time passed quickly. During this process, Fang Zheng wanted to come in and steal food several times, but he was caught by Lu Wen, and then Lu Wen gave it to Xiao. Rice is a task, let him look at Uncle Founder. Xiao Mi Li is still very happy with the tasks her father has given her, and she is more concerned about it, children, they all want to behave in front of their parents.
Lu Wen put the dishes on the table one by one, watching the millet grains still staring at Fang Zheng, a little bit of a smile and said, "Fangzheng, rice grains, come over for dinner."
Fang Zheng exhaled and said, "Millet, I give up, let's eat."
Millet grains jumped up with a "yeah." When Lu Wen asked, he realized that Fang was playing a game of big eyes and small eyes with her. In fact, Fang Zheng felt like a thief looking at his face. Can't make it through, so I think of an electron like this.
The millet grains hopped in front of Dad, his little face was full of pride and said, "Dad, the nest is awesome."
Lu Wen pinched the delicate nose of millet grains and said, "Our millet grains are the most powerful."
"Hammer."
Fang Zheng watched that the father and daughter began to get tired and crooked again, and walked into the bathroom with normal expressions. After seeing a lot, they got used to it. It's scary to get used to this stuff.
The three of them started their daily food-grabbing career. It was usually Lu Wen and Xiao Mi Li who were bullying Fang Zheng, which made Fang Zheng depressed. They could only turn grief and anger into appetite and began to eat special food.
After eating, there was daily digestive food lying on the sofa like a corpse. Lu Wen looked at Fang Zheng lying on the side and said, "When will the fairy tale be published?"
Fang Zheng said, "It's coming, it's been sent, and they are asked to print at the fastest speed. It won't take long. Why are you worried?"
Lu Wen replied, "No, what I want to say is to tell me when it is going to be published, I will record the song, and wait for the promotion to expand the impact."
Now Lu Wen curiously asked, "Is it also a classic song?"
Lu Wen rolled his eyes and said, "If a classic is so easy to come out, would it still be called a classic? It's just normal, but it's also a publicity point to write a song for a fairy tale."
Fang Zheng said, "It seems that you understand this quite well."
"Hehe, I've seen a lot of these things, who doesn't know."
"Too."
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