Gu——

Concubine Jing Yue couldn't help but quietly turned her back.

On the balcony, Guan Yin was cooking as if dancing, humming an unknown tune and dancing around. A plate of vinegary shredded potatoes had just come out of the pot, and he was washing the pot and chopping vegetables.

He brushed the pot in a few strokes, turned on the gas, let the pot boil dry, turned off the gas, and quickly chopped two green peppers into shreds in his hands. The skill of the knife seemed to be the work of more than a day or two.

He cut the peppers carefully, took out a piece of pork that was fatter and leaner from the basin with one hand, tilted the knife, and used the technique of pushing forward and pulling back, quickly cut it into shreds, and poured a little bit into the pot.

Peanut oil, not much, just a little more than a spoonful, swirl it in the pot and it will basically stick to the bottom of the pot.

Add the chopped ginger and garlic cloves to the pot, then green chili peppers, and thin shredded pork. When the heat is up, pour it into the pot, stir-fry twice, toss the pot twice, quickly throw in various seasonings, and stir-fry a few more times.

Next, fry the shredded pork with green pepper, it’s just right.

There is also a plate of mutton stew, carrot stew, and a pot of corn ribs soup.

Guan Yin in this time and space had never been to the south because he suddenly wanted to apply for the art college in his senior year of high school and got admitted. However, Guan Yin in the original time and space stayed in Nanhai for ten years and was quite familiar with the soup making in the south.

Research.

Three stir-fried vegetables and one soup were brought to the table. Guan Yin quickly picked up an iced cucumber. When it was brought to the table, the rice was just right.

"Eat." Guan Yin came over to hold the little cutie and feed her, and said to Concubine Jing Yue.

Concubine Jingyue arrogantly refused to go over, looking for an excuse and said: "There are no stools, forget it..."

"Mom, it's time for me!" The little cutie hurriedly pulled her mother's clothes and said in a sweet voice, "If you don't do it, you're not a good boy!"

Guan Yin said angrily: "If you make so much, wouldn't it be a waste if you don't eat it?"

Concubine Jing Yue reluctantly nodded: "Well, that's us helping you."

"Yes, help me with the leftovers." Guan Yin finally understood why he didn't have particularly strong thoughts about Concubine Jing Yue. He was too arrogant. Moreover, he had lived in fine clothes since he was a child and was incompatible with us farm children. He was not

How can a person who is willing to bow his head easily give in to a beautiful woman!

He pulled out a few plastic stools from under the bed and wiped them clean with a rag. Guan Yin held the little cutie and wanted to feed her. Concubine Jing Yue became worried again.

She read many parenting scriptures in the WeChat circle of friends saying that when a father feeds his child, the food will be all over his face, and he doesn't care at all.

After looking at it twice, Concubine Jing Yue felt relieved.

Hold a small spoon in one hand, carved from wood, very healthy. Hold chopsticks in the other hand, pick up a little bit of rice or vegetables, toss it over and over several times, blow it to cool it, touch it with your lips first, and then carefully give it to the little one if it is really not hot anymore.

It's so cute that I put it in my mouth, and there's no oil stain on my face at all.

"You guys eat yours, I'll eat it later." Guan Yin said, rubbing the tip of the little cutie's nose lovingly, "Is it better?"

"Well, that's great!" the little cutie emphasized in a strong tone, "Doudou is so cute!"

I had just cooked, so I was bound to have some oil fumes on my body, but this guy actually washed himself in the bathroom in less than two minutes, was clean, and changed his clothes, and there was no smell at all.

Concubine Jing Yue took a bite of rice, then another bite of vegetables, and nodded slightly. They tasted pretty good.

"What song did you sing just now?" she asked bluntly.

Guan Yin said casually: "One cut of plum blossoms."

Concubine Jing Yue had a strong foundation in Chinese studies and asked curiously: "Ancient Ci?"

Guan Yin nodded, continued to smile, fed the little cutie with a doting look on his face, and said: "Yes, Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum, Red Lotus Root Fragrance Remaining Jade Mat Autumn".

Concubine Jing Yue put down her chopsticks, recalled the melody carefully, and immediately asked: "Sing it again, don't hum!"

Guan Yin said dissatisfied: "Why?"

Concubine Jing Yue looked matter-of-fact: "I'm looking for good songs to save money for Doudou. Do you think I'm willing to ask for your songs? If it weren't for the fact that, well, because you have the right to save money for Doudou,

For my sake, I, I don’t want your song!”

"You are ambitious!" Guan Yin raised his thumb, "Then can't I wait more than ten years to sing it to Doudou?"

Concubine Jing Yue said calmly: "Doudou doesn't have to work so hard, and there is no need to enter the entertainment industry in the future."

"I agree!" Guan Yin now supported Concubine Jing Yue.

Concubine Jing Yue opened her mouth: "Who wants you..."

Guan Yin suddenly opened his mouth and sang: "The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I untie my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone——"

Concubine Jing Yue was so angry that she wanted to flip the table over. If someone is not so angry, why can't they wait until they finish talking?

"Wait a minute!" She went to find the recording equipment in her bag.

After Guan Yin finished singing, Concubine Jing Yue immediately said: "I want this song, so you can rewrite it for Zhao Ziqing."

Guan Yin asked curiously: "Who told you this was written for my senior sister?"

Senior sister, senior sister, what you call me is so sweet!

Concubine Jing Yue stopped talking and lowered her head to eat. She ate naturally, neither trying to be delicate nor being arrogant. No matter how delicious the food was, she would not eat too much. A small mouthful of food was just like a carefully planned meal.

The same, never more, never less.

Guan Yin looked at it twice and ignored it. He took care of the little cutie and fed her belly. There was still more than half of the food on the table. She poured all the rice into the big basin for cold dishes, and poured all kinds of hot dishes on top.

Hulu, eat to your heart's content.

People who practice martial arts have a huge appetite, which is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Concubine Jing Yue had seen him eat before, so she wasn't surprised at all, but Hu Xuan was frightened. If you can eat so well, you can eat as much as five or six people, how can you stay in good shape?

Of course she didn't know that a warm-up boxing session was to stimulate internal energy and make every muscle and bone in the body move vigorously. It can quickly burn body fat in a short period of time. Boxing for half an hour is better than one minute in the gym.

If you keep exercising for two or three hours, you still need calories, and you won't be able to gain weight even if you want to.

After dinner, Hu Xuan went to the studio to deal with things first. She had just taken over the assistant job and was still in the running-in stage. Concubine Jing Yue knew her well and wanted to keep her by her side for a long time, so she brought her to see her.

Of course Hu Xuan knows her daughter and her father very well, and she knows when and what to do.

"Go to the company in the afternoon and communicate with the company. Just tell me that I will not participate in that variety show and let others take over. I want to prepare for the new album with all my strength. Also, ask them not to accept any more... Forget it, let's not talk about it for now.

The songs you collected can also be used by others." Concubine Jing Yue warned, "Don't let the media see it."

As soon as Hu Xuan left, Concubine Jing Yue felt sleepy after the meal. At the strong request of the little cutie, she hugged the cutie and leaned on the bedside to look at her mobile phone. She opened Weibo and commented on "cursing Japan and South Korea" and "the two divas collectively slipped."

I didn’t pay attention to the incident at all, and accidentally opened and closed Yin’s empty Weibo, which already has more than 500 followers.

Turning a blind eye to thousands of messages, she became entangled in one thing.

Zhao Ziqing actually paid attention to Guan Yin blatantly. So, as Doudou's mother, should you pay attention to Doudou's father?

After looking and looking and struggling for more than ten minutes, I heard that Guan Yin had packed up and went to take a bath. Concubine Jing Yue took the little cute little hand: "Baby, click this, yes, click this."
Chapter completed!