(Thanks to my friend for the monthly ticket encouragement of the down-and-out fat man, thanks to my friend for the rewards and monthly ticket encouragement)

I had a very casual lunch, but the little Lele was not idle either. At least the cold dish with cucumber and tofu skin was mixed with the little one.

The lunch is mainly light, otherwise I would eat it every day, every meal. Even if Lao Liu is very strong in combat, he can't stand it.

Originally, after lunch, I should have a nap habit. But today there are many people, and everyone talks about it, so I forgot about nap.

Zhao Jinrong's youngest son slept soundly. You talked to you, no matter what you said, we just want to sleep.

Seeing that the time was almost over, Old Liu and Xiao Lele also began to pack up. For Xiao Lele, she had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. She knew that she would be the real chef tonight.

The main dish tonight is naturally a seafood pot. This is also what Xiao Lele is thinking about, and she wants to make it for Chen Erya and the others. Another dish is stewed with big goose.

There is no need to worry about cleaning up anything else, it is nothing more than washing the shelled seafood. The big goose was cut into small pieces by Lao Liu, and then placed on the side and soaked in cold water.

However, for Lao Liu, there is still a technical job to deal with, that is, shrimp slips. Have you agreed to it? Put shrimp slips into the lotus root eye to see what it tastes like.

A large pot of shrimp was peeled into big shrimps with the efforts of Lao Liu and Xiao Liu. No one needed help, just watch it. Now is the time for the father and daughter to play happily.

After peeling the shrimps, Xiao Lele came to the edge of the large casserole, carefully lifted the lid, scooped a small spoon with a spoon, and tasted it carefully.

It seemed that I didn't taste anything? Xiao Lele used a large spoon next to it and put it in Xiaowan, and brought it to Lao Liu.

It is also a rare honor to try the taste for your daughter. Lao Liu took it and was a big mouthful.

Not to mention, the taste is really good. It is similar to the old lady’s cooking, and in Lao Liu’s feeling, the porridge made by his daughter tastes better.

It is very smooth and fragrant, with a hint of sweetness. When you bite the lean meat or pork belly inside, the fragrance will be raised to a higher level.

"Dad, is it delicious?" the little guy asked with a gaze.

Old Liu raised his thumbs up, "Lele, it's very delicious. Let's continue cooking tonight, and we'll drink seafood porridge tomorrow morning."

The little guy nodded happily, took the empty bowl that Lao Liu had finished drinking, and went to the sink to clean it.

This is a periodic success. Anyway, Zhao Jinrong is very greedy. But there is an old lady here, so he is not embarrassed to go and eat like a child.

Just now when Xiao Lele lifted the lid of the casserole, he smelled the fragrance. He felt that the porridge made from those porridge shops were several times more fragrant.

What are theirs? What are Liu Fugui's side? This is real material, and there are two pig's belly.

The peeled shrimps were placed on the chopping board and slowly pressed them into shrimp meat with the back of the knife. If it weren't the shrimp meat, it would be too broken and would have less vigorous and elastic texture.

It’s not all used for shrimp slips, so I have to keep some for the little guys, so I have to make seafood porridge at night.

After this suppression work, Xiao Lele took over.

After knocking on an egg, the two little hands flexibly folded it, and then put the egg white into a small basin filled with shrimp meat, and the egg yolk was left in the egg shell.

This craft is very good. In any case, Lao Liu seems to have obtained his true teachings. His daughter is really so dedicated. She should have seen many jobs done by herself, and then she remembers them.

Li Siyu next to her was not idle either. Old Liu and Xiao Liu were cooking. She was a photographer and had to record every moment.

The little guy looked at the basin carefully, then took out an egg. The shrimp meat was a bit more puree, but the egg white was not enough.

The next thing was very simple. The little guy made some starch and rinsed it into water, poured it into the shrimp meat paste. He put some seasonings on his hands, and then pushed the basin to Lao Liu.

The rest of the work has to be completed by Lao Liu. Whether the shrimp slips have strength depends on whether you are working hard while stirring. Although the little guy's hand strength is not small, it is several levels short of comparison with Lao Liu.

This is the important task assigned to him by his daughter, and he must be completed unswervingly. Then Lao Liu held the basin and stirred it hard.

"Dad is so awesome." Seeing that Old Liu was stirring quickly, Liu Xiaoya praised him.

Where is Comrade Lao Liu? He was left with only grin and laughing, holding the basin and stirring it up so much that he was almost having fun.

"It's enough to be rich and noble, just be almost done, why are you so proud? After a while, you're drooling." Zhao Jinrong said with a little depressed look.

Because he felt that he could do this job himself, and in fact he should also help Lele and could also give him a few words of praise.

"Brother Zhao, it's really not a blowjob. The shrimp slips that ordinary people make are definitely not as Q or so buzzy as I do. I'm stirring this skill. I guess I'll have to do at least a thousand times." Old Liu said proudly.

"Have you been stirring for so long?" Li Siyu asked in surprise.

Liu Fugui nodded, "Otherwise, the taste will be worse."

"No wonder, I said why was it so delicious when I was eating hot pot at your house?" Li Siyu nodded.

"Xiaoyu, don't worry. If you like it, I will also make shrimps and slide for you when I get home tonight." Zhao Jinrong next to him said.

"Haha, Brother Zhao, you have to be more at ease, otherwise the steering wheel will not be stable tomorrow. After stirring up this, it will be a lot of burden on your arms, otherwise Lele and I would not have been doing it for so long." Liu Fugui said with a smile.

"Well, Lele also stirred it. After stirring it, you can't catch anything, and you can't even grasp the green onions." Little Lele, who was peeling the onions and garlic next to him, also said.

Zhao Jinrong thought about it and felt that he could lower his standards appropriately. He could not follow Lao Liu's standards. Ordinary people really can't compare with Lao Liu.

The process was almost done here, and the shrimp slips were sent to the refrigerator to calm down. Then Lao Liu came to the hospital kitchen with goose meat, cut potatoes and some soaked gourds.

This big goose stew must be stewed on the stove. Otherwise, if you use the pot on the induction cooker, it will be one thing to do if you can hold it. It will be difficult for you to stew it thoroughly.

If you want to stew delicious, you must stew thoroughly. It doesn’t mean that the longer you stew, the better. The key is to stew all the flavors in the soup into the ingredients.

Otherwise, if you do it like cooking porridge, the stew will not be delicious.

Seeing that Lao Liu and his daughter came to the kitchen again, the chef made a stove. He had seen it yesterday. All the big and small ones were experts, so there was nothing wrong with it.

The little guy's outfit is also quite interesting. He doesn't have a chef's hat. Like Lao Liu, he always wraps his head with a towel. Lao Liu looks a little stupid, while Xiao Lele looks very playful.

Before stewing the big goose, the little guy warmed up as if he was looking. He moved his little body and wrists. Then he put the small stool on the stove and stood up steadily.

The big spoon was held in his hand, and it seemed to be longer than his arms. There was no way, it was standard for adult chefs, so how could I have another little chef?

The little guy is really not nervous. You see, let’s be our own.

The hot pan was filled with cold oil, and pour the onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, large ingredients, cinnamon, and bay leaves into the pot and stir-fry them slowly. Then, a large basin of goose meat was poured into the pot, and the large spoon was held in both hands and stir-fry.

Anyway, the chef here couldn't help but nod after seeing this little guy's cooking skills.

Even if you are young, even if you cook, you still have so much goose meat. At most, you can just stir-fry it for a few times, and then add water and stew it.

But when it comes to Liu Xiaoya, it’s not the case. It’s very serious. Not to mention that every piece of goose meat has to be stir-fried. After nearly five minutes of frying, the little guy started sweating on his cheeks.

Old Liu next to him was like an assistant in the operating room, holding a towel to wipe the little guy's sweat. After wiping, he handed a small pot of potatoes next to him to his daughter.

The little guy took it and poured the potatoes into it, and then fryed it.

Originally, the soaked goose meat was still a little moisture, but after stir-frying for so long, the moisture inside was boiled out. For the little guy, it was the first time to make such a large pot of goose meat, and a few pieces were a little burnt. However, this is already very rare, after all, the stir-frying speed is not that fast.

Add the soup, sprinkle the dried gourds evenly on the soup. Then add some soy sauce and salt, stir for a few times, then cover the pot and stew it.

After following this operation, coupled with the temperature on the stove, Liu Xiaoya was really tired. After wiping her daughter's sweat, Old Liu handed over a piece of watermelon.

The little chef who was carrying a big spoon to stew the vegetables just now has become a cute girl holding a watermelon. The switch of this posture is too fast, so for Lao Liu and the others, it naturally has no lethality anymore. But for the chefs here, the lethality is a bit high.

But there is really nothing to eat in the kitchen. I don’t know if the little guy will come here tomorrow, but I can prepare some.

If the little guy eats watermelon on his own, it is actually nothing. The key is that the little guy is holding the watermelon with one hand and holding a small basin with the falling watermelon juice in the other hand.

This child with average thoughts doesn't have it. Xiao Lele is afraid that the watermelon juice will fall to the ground and make the kitchen more slippery.

Her little eyes were not idle either, and there were people cooking at the same time. Then she just looked at her while eating, and she looked so serious that she couldn't do that.
Chapter completed!