"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"You are so stupid."

"You also said it wasn't all for you."

"Okay, okay, that's my fault. I don't care if I burn anyone with this damn oil, but I want to burn the best little fairy in the world."

"Pfft!" Hu Li wanted to take out her hand to scratch Zhao Peng, but she couldn't pull it out, and her face suddenly turned red.

"Don't move, you have to rinse for a while longer, otherwise the blisters will continue to grow, and they may become inflamed, then rot, and eventually the limb may need to be amputated... Oh, why are you kicking me again!!"

"Calling you a mouthful." Hu Li's hands were pulled and she couldn't move, but she still had her feet.

Zhao Peng smiled, rinsed her for a while, and then wiped it clean with a towel.

Although it had cooled down, there were still a few small bubbles. Zhao Peng and Hu Li confirmed that there was no scald cream here and ran out to buy it.

When I ran out, I realized that it was actually raining outside.

It wasn't serious at all, so he rushed out in the rain. The earlier the burn ointment is used, the stronger the treatment effect will be on the burn.

I even went to two small pharmacies and couldn't buy it. I went to North Street a kilometer away to finally buy a tube. When I came back, my whole body was soaked and turned into a drowned rat.

"Come on, apply the medicine quickly to save your slender arms."

Hu Li looked at Zhao Peng's almost soaked clothes and didn't care that he was talking nonsense again. She wanted to dry the water on Zhao Peng's hair first, but Zhao Peng insisted on applying medicine to her first.

So, one applied the medicine and the other wiped the head.

Both of them felt warm in their hearts, and there was a wish that time would stand still.

After Zhao Peng helped Hu Li apply the medicine, he asked her to go in and rest while he cooked.

But Hu Li couldn't do it and insisted on continuing to fight.

In the end, the two people reached a consensus and completed the processing of the egg noodles together.

But when Zhao Peng was about to cook, he discovered that Hu Li didn't know how to cook at all. The reason why she was burned by oil was because a lot of water was added to the scrambled eggs.

When the eggs are placed in the pan, the heat and coldness of the oil and water cannot spread quickly, so the hot oil boils and explodes.

He couldn't help but smile.

Asked Hu Li if she had never cooked at home, Hu Li said embarrassedly that her grandma cooked at home, but she had only seen it before, but had never cooked it herself.

It would not be a surprise twenty years later for a girl to not know how to cook, but it was still relatively rare in 1998, especially in the relatively patriarchal cultural atmosphere of the northwest.

This shows that Hu Aiguo and Song Qiaomei really love their daughters.

Zhao Peng had no choice but to pour the eggs out of the pot and wash the pot again. After washing, he did not rush to pour the oil to fry the eggs, but directly added water.

This method of cooking noodles was independently explored by him later in life, and it was different from the common way of cooking noodles in his family.

In Zhao Peng's hometown, people generally eat two types of noodles, soup noodles and dry noodles.

The difference between the two is whether you mix the pre-fried vegetables into soup and eat noodles, or mix them directly and eat noodles.

But the premise is that you must stir-fry some vegetables before proceeding.

Zhao Peng's method of making noodles is to simply skip that step, boil water, put spinach and leeks in, and add some sesame oil. After the water boils, add water and beat in the eggs, and then slowly prevent the eggs from being broken into pieces.

Boil water. When the noodles are almost cooked, add some green onions, coriander, soy sauce, MSG and salt.

The noodles cooked in this way taste no worse than stir-frying alone, and are very convenient and save time.

For example, while waiting for the water to boil, he then prepares the vegetables, which can be used directly after the water boils. However, if he stir-fries the vegetables first, it will take longer to cook.

Of course, this method of cooking noodles was considered by my mother to be lazy noodles, suitable only for single people and not worthy of promotion.

Hu Li watched Zhao Peng cooking noodles while also wiping everything around the kitchen that needed to be wiped clean with a rag. He also cleaned and put back unused kitchen utensils such as knives and eucalyptus boards, and even...

He also washed the pot lid.

These were Zhao Peng's daily behaviors in his previous life as a single, but they were all so unexpected in Hu Li's eyes.

While I was surprised, I also felt secretly distressed in my heart, thinking about the young man in front of me. I don’t know how much hard work he endured to become so capable.

If I were born in the same family as him, I am afraid that I would collapse quickly. But not only is he not discouraged, he studies hard and excels, he can also do business, and now he is even so capable in the kitchen.

Such a boy is really likable.

It's so annoying.

What I like is that he is cooking for himself right now

What's annoying is that with him in front of her, I'm afraid no one in the world can interest her anymore.

It's really annoying.

As the water is added to boil for the second time, the noodles in the pot are cooked. When you open the lid, you can smell a fragrant smell.

"I didn't add enough salt before. I don't know if it's light or heavy. Try it and see. If it's light, add more salt." Zhao Peng put down the rag in his hand, "I just saw you have a hair dryer inside. Let me first

Blow it on your body and the cold will go away."

"Well, the socket is behind the mirror next to it."

Hu Li watched Zhao Peng go in, scooped some soup into the pot with a small spoon, blew it, took a sip, and found that the taste was indeed a bit bland.

So I picked up the salt bag and wanted to add some salt.

However, due to the moisture in the mouth of the salt bag, it was difficult for the salt to come out. After shaking it gently for a few times to no avail, Hu Li couldn't help shaking it vigorously.

"puff!"

The salt bag suddenly lost a piece of it.

She poured the entire small half bag of salt into the pot.

Suddenly he was so shocked that he shouted "Ah" again.

Zhao Peng was blowing his hair inside when he heard a shout louder than the sound of a hair dryer. He was startled. He might have knocked over the pot. The meal was already ready. What else could happen?

I ran out and saw a small pile of salt in the pot. Looking at the salt bag in Hu Li's hand and the shameful look in her eyes, I couldn't help it anymore and started laughing.

"What should we do? Think of a solution quickly and still laugh."

Zhao Peng then quickly pulled the large spoon on the hook next to him, fished it out of the pot, scooped up a piece of soup with salt and poured it into the trash can.

Then stir the noodle soup evenly again and taste it, it is still very salty.

Salt dissolves easily in water, and a lot of it has already dissolved into the soup before you fish it out immediately.

He thought for a while, picked up the vinegar bottle, added some vinegar to it, and stirred it again. The salty taste was much lighter, and although it was a bit heavy, it was at least edible.

"Try again."

He handed the spoon to Hu Li, who took it and tasted it carefully, and was extremely pleasantly surprised.

Fortunately, it was rescued and it was not completely damaged.

"Zhao Peng, you are really amazing." She couldn't help it any longer and started praising you.

Zhao Peng smiled and made way for Hu Li, "Here, find a way to put the noodles into the bowl."

Hu Li thought that this was not easy, so she took out two bowls and placed them on the edge of the pot, and used a spoon to scoop out the noodles in the pot. But after scooping them up, she found that the noodles were too long and the spoon could not scoop them up at all.

, after scooping for a long time, there were not many noodles in the bowl, but a lot fell on the table.

"You need to use the kuaizi to scoop the noodles into the bowl first, and then just use a spoon to scoop out the soup."

Zhao Peng knew that she had never done anything like this that seemed simple to others.

This is also true. If you have never done many things with your own hands, you will never understand whether they are difficult or easy. Whether in the past life or in this life, too many people pay lip service and judge others for one thing, but when it is their turn,

In fact, it is a waste material.

"Oh." Hu Li followed Zhao Peng's method and divided the noodles into two bowls smoothly.

Zhao Peng felt warm in his heart when he noticed that when she was serving noodles, she deliberately put a few larger eggs into one bowl, and then took the initiative to pick up another bowl.

Hu Li dug out two more hams and a pack of pickled mustard, and then the two of them sat on the edge of the bed with noodles in their hands to eat.

Hu Li ate noodles very reservedly, almost eating them one by one without making any sound.

This is a noodle-eating custom passed down from the elderly. You must not make any noise, especially for women, the restrictions are even stricter.

It's just a bad habit.

Zhao Peng has always believed that eating noodles requires taking big gulps to enjoy it.

In your own home, there are no outsiders, if you can't be natural, then your life will be too tiring.

He said to Hu Li: "Look, this is how you should eat noodles!"

As he said that, he picked up a big bowl of tamarind noodles, sucked it all into his mouth, chewed it two or three times, and then swallowed it.

Hu Li glanced at Zhao Peng's bowl, and she was dumbfounded as he quickly killed nearly a third of it.

She has never seen anyone eat noodles so hard.

There are three sisters in their family. Their mother has taught them to pay attention to eating etiquette since they were young, and their father doesn't eat at home very often, so when I think about it, I haven't seen many men eating noodles without any scruples.
To be continued...