I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses

Chapter 330 Intimate and funny

Wei Lan did not proceed to the next step until the dough, which was still a little wet and sticky at the beginning, was kneaded until it was dry and hard.

Rolling out the dough takes a lot of energy, and the temperature in the kitchen is getting higher and higher. A dense layer of sweat appears on Wei Lan's forehead, slowly sliding down his ears.

You Lan had been standing at the table and watching. When he saw her sweating, he quickly stretched out his little hand to wipe her sweat.

Wei Lan turned her head and looked into the dark deer-like eyes of the two little guys next to her. She suddenly laughed, "Now I'm making it for others. When I get back, I'll make it for you too."

You Lan nodded enthusiastically, fully recognizing Wei Lan's craftsmanship.

Ji Fengyao swallowed his saliva, moved closer to the bowl of pickles that smelled sour, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

There was a warm atmosphere between the three of them, when an inappropriate voice came in from the side: "Say Lan Ya, what's going on, your old Gu family is really in trouble? Your brother can't support you? Are you really living like a girl?"

The newly curved deer eyes suddenly widened. You Lan turned to look at Aunt Liu: "My brother doesn't have one!"

"Whoever cooks is the one who provides the food?" Wei Lan's face also turned cold, and the kitchen knife in his hand for cutting noodles made a "dong" sound on the cutting board.

Wei Lan looked at Second Aunt Liu with an unkind look: "I'll keep that in mind. I'll have to talk to Aunt Chunxiang when she comes over later. Second Aunt volunteered to pay for the two bowls of rice she just bought."

"You, you...me!" Aunt Liu choked for a moment, fearing that Wei Lan would really tell Huang Chunxiang about the two bowls of rice, so she quickly patted her mouth lightly, "What did I mean? ! Isn’t this just chatting while waiting for food?”

 You can’t say that as a joke, right?

That's two bowls of rice. Not to mention that their fine grains have been replaced by coarse grains. Even if there is rice, it is impossible to get it out!

 Don’t say two bowls, one bowl! Not even one grain!

Aunt Liu was anxious to make things right, but Wei Lan refused to listen.

People like Aunt Liu will take advantage of her. When she scooped out rice just now, she filled two big bowls without blinking an eye. It’s not that her own goods are not valuable.

Aunt Liu's lack of virtue made Wei Lan feel uncomfortable. Wei Lan was not a dumpling, he was round and flat and could be pinched by her.

Wei Lanpi smiled and said: "Second Aunt is very kind-hearted and high-minded, and she will definitely be praised by the captain."

What else did Aunt Liu want to say? The water in the pot for scooping rice started to boil, and the rising steam and foam pushed the pot lid open.

Aunt Liu was overwhelmed and ignored Wei Lan. She quickly turned around and took out the rice from the pot.

 After all the rice was fished out, Aunt Liu slapped her thigh and said "Alas" several times.

　　It turns out that Aunt Liu was just talking too much and didn't pay attention to the heat. She overcooked the rice and the rice grains blossomed. Adding more fire and cooking for a while will make porridge.

It was no longer possible to make rice at this time, so Aunt Liu could only pour the scooped rice back into the pot and cook it directly into porridge.

 In Aunt Liu's mind, rice can ward off hunger, and no matter how thick the porridge is, it's just a matter of peeing. She originally planned to win over everyone with the idea of ​​sincerity in the meal.

 Now I have made such a pot of useless things and used two large bowls of rice. After a while, these things were brought out, and Aunt Liu could think of the look in Huang Chunxiang's eyes as a cannibal.

After all these considerations, Aunt Liu became angry and began to curse again.

Wei Lan was too lazy to pay attention to her. She turned to look at You Lan and Ji Fengyao, "Ignore her and go out to play."

Youlan was worried about helping Wei Lan with work, so she didn't go far, so she took Ji Fengyao and sat on the threshold of the kitchen to play.

 When Aunt Liu was serving the porridge and fried cabbage with a dark face, You Lan took Ji Fengyao into the kitchen and sat at the mouth of the stove to listen to Wei Lan's instructions. Sometimes it was a big fire, sometimes it was a small fire. The noodles made by Wei Lan took a little longer to prepare. As soon as Aunt Liu left, she washed the pot twice and dried the water, dropped a few drops of oil into the pot, stretched out her hand and felt that the temperature was about the same, and then put the prepared noodles into the pot. Pour the pickled vegetables into the pot and stir-fry.

The high temperature evaporates the water in the pickles, and the sour taste becomes stronger and stronger.

Wei Lan thought it was okay. Ji Fengyao had stayed in the northwest before and had never eaten pickles at all. Now that he smelled this sour taste, his mouth was secreting water.

Ji Fengyao wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, fearing that drool would flow out.

Wei Lan felt distressed and funny when she saw his little actions.

The pickled vegetables were almost stir-fried in the pot. Wei Lan added two large ladles of cold water and covered the pot before the water boiled. She took out a pile of bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard and washed them for later use.

After the water boiled, Wei Lan brought the noodles over and shook them out in batches before putting them into the pot. Then he added a few drops of soy sauce and a little salt.

Wei Lan closed the lid of the pot and said to the right side of the stove: "Okay, let's just lower the heat."

Before the noodles were ready, Wei Lan took a small bowl and filled up a little soup. After tasting the saltiness, he started to finish the noodles.

 A bowl of soup with a large spoonful and a piece of noodles with chopsticks, no more, no less, exactly fourteen bowls.

Wei Lan asked You Lan to go out and call someone to bring the bowls. He poured out the remaining soup in the pot and gave two small bowls to You Lan and Ji Fengyao.

He poured a ladle of water into the pot. This amount of water was not enough to wash the pot. Wei Lan was about to get another ladle of water. As soon as he took a step back, he stepped on something and his back hit something hard and like an iron plate. .

Wei Lan was startled and couldn't hold the gourd in his hand. The moment it fell, he was caught by a big hand.

Yanyi stood behind Wei Lan, clasping Wei Lan's wrist with one hand and holding a gourd ladle in the other. The two of them were in an intimate and funny posture.

"You..." Wei Lan raised her eyebrows. Just as she was about to ask, Yanyi suddenly let go of her.

Yanyi said lightly: "Be careful."

 Then, he stretched out his arms and walked around Wei Lan, picked up two bowls of noodles from the stove and walked out of the kitchen.

Wei Lan's heart was pounding because of Yan Yi's pain. She saw Ji Fengyao staring at her from the corner of her eye. She forced a smile and waved Ji Fengyao to come over and give him the soup. .

By chance, You Lan also came back. The two of them each had a bowl, and after taking a sip, they looked at each other with a smile.

 Children's friendship is so simple. How many days have the two little guys known each other? They became so close together.

Wei Lan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, cleaned the pots, tidied up the kitchen briefly, put on her sheepskin coats and took the two little ones to the front yard.

More than a dozen people in the front yard have already eaten up everything Wei Lan and Aunt Liu made, and they are waiting for Wei Lan to come over and express their opinions.

Aunt Liu clasped her hands together anxiously. She looked up and saw Wei Lan walking towards him, holding hands with someone talking and laughing. She suddenly rolled her eyes to the sky.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s talk about your opinions and vote for whoever does well.”

Gu Sande saw Wei Lan coming over, put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, then said seriously: "If your second aunt wins, Wei Zhiqing will give up the place in the cafeteria. If Wei Zhiqing wins, his second aunt, from now on You can’t just let the wind turn into rain.”

 The last sentence, Gu Sande said it to Aunt Liu.

 (End of this chapter)