In the kitchen, Murphy washed the radishes and struggled to move the chopping board. She held the knife and was at a loss, not knowing where to start.
"Murphy, come over here and help me choose the vegetables. I'm old and my back is a little weak. I can't bend for too long!" Dong Yuee said at the right time and looked at Murphy with a smile. She had already sorted out the vegetables in the basket just now, which saved Mo Fei a lot of trouble.
"Okay!" Murphy was very obedient.
However, when Murphy sat on the small stool and looked at the vegetables, cowpeas, asparagus and so on on the ground, she was worried. She had eaten all of these vegetables before, but she didn't know how to deal with them alone!
However, she still had to do the work. Murphy picked up a handful of amaranth, hesitated for a moment, and began to pinch out the leaves that were bitten by insects and had small holes. Then, she plucked out a few leaves that looked wilted.
However, Murphy started again and plucked out a few intact leaves. She felt that the other leaves were purplish-red with a circle of green around them, but these leaves were completely purplish-red and seemed to be rotten.
It seemed that in Murphy's impression, choosing vegetables was just picking out the rotten leaves, so after she was done, she put down the amaranth and picked up the cowpeas.
"It's really difficult … This, is called beans, right? How do I deal with it? " Murphy looked at the cowpeas in a daze. She wanted to use the old method to pick out the bad cowpeas and throw them away, but it seemed that it was difficult to pick, and every one of them looked the same.
Just when Murphy was in a dilemma, Yang Yi's voice suddenly came from behind, "Mom, Murphy, are you cooking?"
Murphy turned her head in surprise, and Yang Yi appeared at the kitchen door.
"You're done with your work?" Dong Yuee glanced at Yang Yi and didn't understand why he would appear here. Was he worried about his wife?
"Yes, Junzi and the others went back." Yang Yi smiled and said, "I'm here to help."
"What are you doing in the kitchen? Do you know how to cook? "Dong Yuee rebuked." Or are you worried that I'll mistreat your wife? Don't worry, I'm just letting Murphy be my assistant. "
As Dong Yue-er spoke, her hands did not stop moving. The radish that had just been peeled was chopped into pieces by her with a few "chop chop chop".
"It's not like that. Mom, why are you still looking down on me? I'll cook two dishes for you later and show you my culinary skills. " Yang Yi smiled as he sat down beside Murphy and took the cowpeas from Murphy's hand.
"Watch!" Yang Yi signaled to Murphy with his eyes. Then, he slowly removed the veins from the cowpeas and threw them into the basin next to him.
Murphy immediately understood. She imitated Yang Yi's actions and picked up the cowpeas. Of course, Yang Yi's actions were faster. In just a few seconds, the cowpeas in his hands were ready.
Dong Yue-er was actually not at ease. She had already seen how good Murphy's "culinary skills" were. As for her own son, Yang Yi, when he was at home, he was just like his father. He had never cooked before. So, Dong Yue-er couldn't help but take a few more glances.
But Yang Yi's actions were so skillful that it made her stunned.
This little rascal, when did he learn this skill?
When Dong Yue-er added the firewood for cooking, she turned her head again and saw Yang Yi rolling up Murphy's sleeves. Murphy raised her hand and let Yang Yi roll up her sleeves. She looked at Yang Yi and smiled happily.
These two children …
The corners of Dong Yue-er's mouth curled up slightly. But she still turned her head and continued to poke at the stove, leaving a vent in the middle.
Yang Yi continued to teach Murphy how to pick vegetables while he finished most of the chores. At the same time, he also picked up the good leaves that Murphy had thrown away and taught her how to pinch the roots of the amaranth.
Seeing that his mother wasn't paying attention to him, Yang Yi couldn't help but move the stool and sit beside Murphy. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Why did you suddenly think of cooking? Didn't you never know how to cook? "
Perhaps it was because of Yang Yi's slightly teasing and reproachful tone, Mo Fei pouted her lips a little aggrievedly. She leaned her knee sideways and bumped Yang Yi's leg, "It's all because of you!"
"What?"
"To leave a good impression on your Mom!" Murphy kept her attention on Dong Yue-er. She was afraid that she would see her whispering to Yang Yi. Just like how she was afraid of the class teacher, she whispered angrily.
After saying that, Murphy felt a little embarrassed.
Yang Yi couldn't help but laugh. He turned his head and glanced at his mother. Then, he reached out to grab Murphy's hand. Wet in the winter, her fair hand was a little blue from the cold. He interlaced his fingers with Murphy's and held her hand tightly. He whispered, "You're so cute!"
Murphy looked at the deep love in Yang Yi's eyes and her heart was filled with joy. The nervousness, self-reproach, and embarrassment from before were all swept away.
With Yang Yi's guidance and help, the "assistant" work progressed very quickly. In a short while, all the vegetables were selected. Even the cowpeas were washed and cut into pieces by Yang Yi on the chopping board.
During this time, Dong Yue-er had also prepared the meat ingredients.
"Mom, you can watch over us from the side. Since I'm back, you can enjoy your life!" Yang Yi smiled and started to "seize power".
Dong Yue-er was more interested in Yang Yi than Murphy. She simply stopped and stood by the side with a smile. It was as if she was really going to let go of Yang Yi and his wife.
Before cooking, they had to start a fire. This wasn't a problem for Yang Yi. In his previous life, his survival skills were even better than Bear Grylls. It was just a firewood stove. With the stove beside it, Yang Yi could draw out the charcoal from the stove. It didn't take long for him to start a fire.
"What do I need to do?" Murphy pulled on Yang Yi's sleeve and asked softly.
"Help me get the seasoning." Yang Yi patted Murphy's waist and said gently.
He didn't dare to let Murphy cook. From the charcoal smell when she came home in the past, no one would be able to eat the dishes she cooked!
"Okay!" Murphy nodded obediently.
After heating up the wok, Feng Yu poured the oil and added the garlic cloves. The entire kitchen was filled with a thick fragrance.
Murphy couldn't help but wrinkle her nose and sniff. This fragrance was really irresistible. It was too tempting!
The large iron pot used by farmers could cook enough food for more than ten people. Yang Yi liked it very much because it had a big "stomach" and a lot of room to perform. Feng Yu could be seen pouring in the ingredients and stir-frying at the same time. His actions were like that of a chef!
Dong Yue-er was watching from the side. At first, she was still worried. But after seeing Yang Yi's actions, she finally understood that her son had learned how to cook!
"Murphy, help me get the salt." Yang Yi said with a smile.
In fact, he could go and get it himself, it was just next to him, but Yang Yi had to give Mo Fei something to do. Mo Fei wanted to perform well!
"Okay!" Murphy was stunned. But she didn't forget her responsibility and quickly went to look for the salt.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
