Taking out the only half of cabbage and a few soybean sprouts from the refrigerator, and by the way, he also took the last small piece of palm-sized pork, Zhuang Xiaoyuan closed the refrigerator door with his feet and walked into the cooking room. Remember that there should be quite a lot of flour left. I can't make any decent dishes, but if you just eat a few bowls of noodles, you'll be fine.

Sure enough, there was still quite a bit of flour in the kitchen. With a satisfied smile on his face, Zhuang Xiaoyuan took a basin and began to make noodles. Let's simply eat noodles for breakfast today. After that, you need to go to the big shopping once, and eat better lunch and dinner. I don't know what time it is, I probably haven't slept too long. While thinking, Zhuang Xiaoyuan's movements did not stop.

Kneaded the noodles and put them aside, Zhuang Xiaoyuan began to process other ingredients, washed the vegetables and shredded them, and then stir-fried in the pot, with the dancing of Zhuang Xiaoyuan's cabbage spoon, the fragrance of vegetables mixed with the meat fragrance of shredded meat began to waft in the kitchen.

"Sniff, Madoka, you're awake." With the sound of slippers tapping, Chu Miaomiao was dressed in pajamas and walked in with her eyes rubbed. Yesterday, Zhuang Xiaoyan suddenly ran away until he was caught by the head of the academy, which really scared Chu Miaomiao and them a lot. When they came to the dean's office, Zhuang Xiaoyuan was already sleeping on the sofa, if it weren't for Chu Miaomiao's trust in her grandmother, otherwise the relationship between them would really make trouble.

Chu Miaomiao's grandmother said that Zhuang Xiaoyuan just fell asleep temporarily because of personality switching, so Chu Miaomiao and the others could only suppress the worries in their hearts, and after sending Zhuang Xiaoyuan back to the dormitory, they also went back to the house to rest and recover their fatigue. Now seeing Zhuang Xiaoyuan making breakfast energetically, Chu Miaomiao can really put her mind at ease.

"Oh, good morning, meow. You can eat it right away. Xiaohui didn't get up. Hearing Chu Miaomiao's voice, Zhuang Xiaoyuan glanced back, continued the movements of his hands, and divided the fried ingredients into three soup plates, Zhuang Xiaoyuan picked up a new pot and began to wait for the water to boil. While taking the dough that had been left resting.

"It's okay, she will come down on her own when she smells it." Putting down her right hand rubbing her eyes, Chu Miaomiao walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down. Looking at Zhuang Xiaoyuan's busy back, his heart was quiet, and it was good that Xiaoyuan could be fine.

"It's something, it smells so good. I'm so hungry. With a gurgling sound, Wen Hui floated in in loose pajamas with a sleepy expression on her face. Although I ate all afternoon yesterday, I didn't eat dinner because I ate too much, so I get hungry when I wake up in the morning.

Hold the dough in your left hand and the curved blade in your right hand. Zhuang Xiaoyuan began to dance the blade in his hand against the boiling hot water, and pieces of thick dough were cut into the pot, floating up and down in the boiling hot water. Estimating that it was almost over, Zhuang Xiaoyuan stopped the movement in his hand, took a colander and stirred it, scooped up the dough and put it into three soup bowls with ingredients, and then poured some hot soup and sprinkled with chopped green onions, OK, three bowls of knife-cut noodles were completed.

A crisp collision sound sounded in front of him, and a bowl of steaming knife-cut noodles was placed in front of Wen Hui. Seeing the hot food in front of her, Wen Hui's misty eyes opened instantly, and she took the chopsticks and buried herself in the dough and put it in her mouth. This taste, this texture: "Madoka, you're awake." ”

"Hehe, good morning, Xiaohui." Facing Wen Hui's surprised gaze when she suddenly looked up, Zhuang Xiaoyuan smiled and made a gesture, and put the knife-cut noodles that were also steaming in front of Chu Miaomiao.

"You've been in a daze, didn't you notice, you idiot." Glancing at Wen Hui with the eyes of a fool, Chu Miaomiao picked up her chopsticks and began to concentrate on dealing with the knife in front of her.

"I said why is it so fragrant, and sure enough, Madoka is the best in the world." With a smile on her face, Wen Hui directly ignored Chu Miaomiao's gaze. has been used to her sight many times, Wen Hui has become accustomed to it.

"Let's enjoy the best cuisine in the world." also pulled out a chair and sat down, Zhuang Xiaoyuan picked up chopsticks and lowered his head to eat noodles while joking. For a moment, all that was left in the kitchen was the sound of noodles shutting into your mouth.

"Ah, it's so comfortable, the whole person is warm." After the meal, Wen Hui leaned back on the back of the chair with a satisfied expression. The hunger in my stomach has completely disappeared, and I can still taste the texture and deliciousness of the bowl of knife-cut noodles just now.

"Madoka, that old witch didn't do anything bad to you." Helping Zhuang Xiaoyuan bring the leftover soup plate to the kitchen, Chu Miaomiao asked. For his grandmother, although he generally trusts him, that person is not a serious person.

"Old witch? Dean? Didn't do anything to me, probably. I'm not too impressed. After that, things were more ambiguous. Zhuang Xiaoyuan turned on the hot water switch and began to wash the dishes, and replied after thinking about it

"yes, forget it." If Madoka has any problems, she plans to settle accounts with her, but if she doesn't remember, forget it.

"By the way, does Little Meow have anything you want to eat today? It happened to be the last day off. I'll make a good meal. After washing the dishes and chopsticks, shaking off the water droplets on his hands, Zhuang Xiaoyuan took the towel on the side and wiped his hands dry and asked.

"Well, what's the best thing to eat?" Hearing Zhuang Xiaoyuan's question, Chu Miaomiao lowered her head and began to ponder. There are so many dishes I've eaten that I can't really pick out what I want to eat for a while, and if I have to say it, it's that I want to eat them all.

"Hot pot, hot pot, I want to eat shabu mutton." Wen Hui, who was at the table, heard the conversation between the two and shouted out her opinion loudly.

"Hot pot, it's okay. Eating some lamb in winter can keep you warm. Then let's go to the supermarket later, I don't know if there is fresh mutton. Walking out of the kitchen, seeing that Chu Miaomiao had no opinion, Zhuang Xiaoyuan nodded and agreed to Wen Hui's proposal.

Wait a minute, go to the supermarket to see if there is any mutton, although there are definitely boxed finished mutton in the supermarket, but Zhuang Xiaoyuan is still more accustomed to cutting it by himself, not only because of food safety problems, but also because the mutton shabu is thinner and more delicious, and his knife work is definitely hundreds of streets away from ordinary chefs.

"Oh, hot pot hot pot. By the way, it's better to have more people if you eat hot pot, so how about I call the teacher from the pharmacy department to come along? After a few sighs, Wen Hui suddenly thought of her serious teacher and proposed.

"Indeed, it's better to have more people in the hot pot, should I call those guys from the research group too, I don't know if they are free. And the uncle will also be called. By the way, there are also Hua Qianqian, thanks to their help at that time. Hearing Wen Hui's proposal, Zhuang Xiaoyuan also thought of the researchers in his group, and Wang Xiaofei and the others helped sell things for a day yesterday.

"Then I'll call my cousin too." Nodding, Chu Miaomiao also began to think about who she could call to eat with. (To be continued.) Fupin Chinese