Miss Fuqian's Counterattack

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Sitting on the sofa and reading a book seriously, Ji Yi was interrupted by Ji Youran from time to time, "Mom, mom, Sister Qianqian asked you to play with me, so stop reading and play with me!" Little guy She shook her mother's arm, pouting and acting cute and coquettish.Ji Yi was also very helpless when he saw his overly active daughter. Except for sleeping peacefully, this child was alive and kicking all the time. Ji Yi once thought that this child had ADHD.

She put down the book, suddenly her stomach made a discordant sound, but she still asked calmly: "Okay, but what do you want mom to play with you?"

Ji Youran handed her a bottle of soapy water, "Mom, we can eat after you blow this room until it's full of bubbles."

Ji Yi took the little gadget that blows bubbles, and when she blows upwards, the bubbles come out continuously from the hole in the blow handle, "Mom, come on, don't stop, keep blowing continuously, like this The house will be filled with bubbles." Ji Youran watched her mother puff her cheeks and puffed out, and poked the bubble with her hand, oh well, the bubble burst.

Ji Yi Chui's bubbles made his brain hypoxic, while Ji Youran's baby stood up and talked without pain in his back, "Mom, don't stop, we can eat later."

"Take it, blow it by yourself, mom, my head is dizzy and flustered, let me rest for a while." Ji Yi rubbed his dizzy head, secretly thinking that this child is a devil wearing an angel mask, even her own mother Don't let go.Alas, I don't know if the little nanny will be made miserable by that brat Ji Youran when he comes.

The smell of food from the kitchen wafted out, the mother and daughter were hungry, with a starved embarrassing face, Ji Youran looked at her mother pitifully and said: "Mom, I'm hungry, but the owner of the house The bubble isn't full yet."

"Wait, I'll go to the kitchen to see if Sister Qian has finished the meal." Ji Yi looked at his watch and walked towards the kitchen.

Hu Qian saw that the sweet and sour short ribs in the pot were almost cooked, so she picked up a piece with chopsticks to taste the salty taste, so when Ji Yi entered the kitchen, what he saw was Hu Qian's "stealing" scene, "Hey Madam Ji, you are here, would you like to have a taste?" Hu Qian greeted her happily, then picked up another rib and handed it to Ji Yi's mouth.

Ji Yi stared at the ribs in a daze. Is it better to eat them or not? Seeing that Ji Yi didn't respond for a long time, Hu Qian waved his hand in front of her eyes, and brought the ribs closer, "Come on, Open your mouth, ah, try it, huh?"

After experiencing a complicated battle of thoughts, Ji Yi still opened his mouth to eat the pork ribs fed by Hu Qian. After carefully tasting the taste, it was really good, "Well, it's delicious."

"Really? Then try this, this, this, this, these are all made just now, come and try to see if it suits your appetite." Hu Qian picked up another piece of lotus root slices for her, looking at Ji Ji with anticipation Yi, please, please have a taste!

Ji Yi's old face is almost unbearable. This girl is too familiar. Except for being fed by her parents when she was a child, she always eats by herself when she grows up.She took the chopsticks, "Go and watch what's in the pot, I'll do it myself, so I won't bother you."

"Okay, eat slowly, I'll go and see what's in the pot." Hu Qian got up and went back to the chopstick box to get another pair of chopsticks.Ji Yi looked at Hu Qian's action of holding the chopsticks, thinking more and more wrong, "Are the chopsticks in my hand the ones you used just now?"

"Well, I just took it to taste, what's the matter?" Hu Qian said innocently, as if nothing happened, but what she didn't know was that Mrs. Ji has a cleanliness habit, so the pair of chopsticks were trampled on. She's out of minefield.

"Immediately, get another pair." Ji Yi said with a dark face,

Hu Qian scratched her head, a little embarrassed, she went to change a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Ji Yi, "Oh, oh, I forgot that I used the chopsticks..."

Ji Yi was a little speechless towards this confused little girl, but since her cooking skills were better than those of the nannies and aunts before, I'd better spare her first.

Hu Qian hopped and walked two steps to the stove, took a plate and picked up the sweet and sour short ribs, and prepared the next dish, stir-fried shredded potatoes.

"Wait, this is potato shreds?" Ji Yi picked up a little potato and asked Hu Qian in disgust.

"Ah, that's right, how about it, I should cut it finely, they all say that I cut it better than the hotel chef's!"

"Change it, change it immediately." Ji Yi's tone was serious that could not be rejected.

"Ah? Why? I want to fry shredded potatoes, what should I use instead?" Hu Qian looked puzzled, what happened to Mrs. Ji?

"I don't like potato shreds, and Ranran doesn't like it either. Cut it into potato chips."

Now it's Hu Qian's turn to cut the silk into slices. Is there any mistake? How can these silks be made into pieces!

Seeing Hu Qian's depressed look, Ji Yi said, "I mean cut another potato into slices. You don't really want to slice the shredded potatoes, do you?"

Hu Qian picked up another potato, "Oh, okay, okay, then, Madam Ji, what else do you want about this potato?"

Ji Yi said: "Of course there is. First of all, the thickness of the potato slices should be uniform, and the thickness of each slice should not exceed two millimeters. Secondly, there should be no condiments such as jijing, jing, and chili. However, she is not used to these things. The last point is also the most important. , the fried potato chips must be crispy!"

Hu Qian was sweating a lot on her forehead. She wiped her forehead and thought to herself, Mrs. Ji has so many demands. Don't be mean!

"Okay, okay, I see, this kitchen smells too much, you'd better go outside!" Hu Qian finally knew why those nannies couldn't work in her house for more than a month. No one can bear it.

Hu Qian would like to ask, are you a Virgo?

Of course, Hu Qian has always been a good-tempered girl, she never gets angry easily, she is full of hope for life, she is an outstanding representative of the new modern women who are forbearing! accepted.Although she couldn't bear to put the frying pan on Mrs. Ji's beautiful face, she could throw the pan and leave.

Chapter 4 Work These Things

Hu Qian prepared the five dishes and one soup, and the timing was exactly one and a half hours.When serving, the rice in the rice cooker is also cooked.Ji Youran's little greedy cat jumped onto the chair and stretched out its five paws at the delicious food on the table.It was only a few centimeters away from reaching that chicken leg, Xiao Ranran pouted her buttocks and tried to lean forward, come on! I can eat it soon!

Ji Yi hugged Xiao Ranran, "Of course, wash your hands! What do you look like lying on the table!"

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, "mom, i'm hungry...i want to eat..." , calling for Jiji Jun, but he couldn't hear him.

"Come on, ah, open your mouth and eat this." Hu Qian fed a piece of chicken to Xiao Ranran who couldn't stop, "Of course, is it delicious? Go wash your hands with mom, there will be more delicious food after washing."

Little classmate Ji Youran nodded obediently, "Well, sister Qian's dishes are delicious, sister Qian, you must save everything, my mother is already hungry."

Ji Yi hugged Xiao Ranran, and patted Xiaopenyou's buttocks, "Let's go, follow your mother and I to wash your hands if you want to eat." She turned her head and looked at Hu Qian, "Hu Qian, you come here too Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Hu Qian was flattered, Emma, ​​Mrs. Ji is calling me, she happily followed, and asked in a low voice: "Mrs. Ji, I tried some dishes in the kitchen just now, don't you mind?" Hu Qian Another meaning of shallow is that I just ate it in the kitchen.

"Don't do this again next time." Ji Yi said while washing his little hands, looking at Hu Qian.