MTL - Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother-Chapter 380 home!

Xiaoguo's voice was so loud that people behind her could hear it clearly.

Sure enough, when people heard it, they stopped talking and left to go home one after another.

Qin Anming heard Xiaoguo talk about Mrs. Yang on the way, saying that he had received her help a lot, and he was very grateful to him.

"Sister-in-law, thank you so much, we Xiaoguo are also thanks to you for taking care of us."

Qin Anming sincerely thanked her.

When Sister Yang knew who the other party was, she laughed heartily, "Hey, it's nothing, it's all trivial matters, not to mention that Xiaoguo didn't help me too much! It should be!"

After chatting a few more times at the intersection, Qin Anming's body couldn't stand it anymore and he coughed a few more times before Xiaoguo hurriedly bid farewell to Sister-in-law Yang and hurried home.

Xiaoguo handed the key to Zhuangzhuang and asked Zhuangzhuang to open the door. Xiaoguo drove the donkey cart directly into the door, and Zhuangzhuang followed behind to close the door.

As soon as I entered the door, the chickens, ducks and cows in the house began to cry, as if they were eating with Xiaoguo Zhuangzhuang.

As soon as Qin Anming entered the yard, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. Hearing what Xiaoguo said was not as good as what he saw with his own eyes.

The chickens and ducks in the yard, the green vegetable seedlings in the wide open vegetable field, and the strange-colored cows seen in the house through the window, after the famine, the family can be so rich, it seems that my sister is really It's been a good life, and only then did he really feel relieved and relieved!

Parked the donkey cart in the courtyard, and after unloading the donkey cart, Xiaoguo carefully supported Qin Anming and walked into the house.

Xiaoguo was going to clean up Jiang's mother's house for him to live in, but today came suddenly, and Xiaoguo didn't have time to clean it up, so she could only arrange Qin Anming in her house first, and then clean up that house in the afternoon.

After Qin Anming settled down, Zhuangzhuang was thinking about chickens, ducks, cows, and donkeys. The first thing he did when he came back was to feed them.

Xiaoguo walked into the courtyard, came to the donkey cart, took out the ribs in the basket that he was going to bring to Qin Anming in the morning, and cooked a cup of pork ribs soup for him at noon.

Because Qin Anming is still ill, he can't eat heavy food, and light is the main thing.

Xiaoguo first blanched the chopped ribs, took them into a casserole that had been put in boiling water, added only a little salt, and put them on the stove to start stewing.

Then I started to prepare the main food, knead a bowl of noodles into a smooth dough, take out a sharp knife, open the lid of the pot, and reveal the soup I just cooked with shredded pork and cabbage. I hold the dough in my left hand and the knife in my right. , As soon as it was cut, a moderately thin noodle came out of the pot, and fell into the boiling soup with a plop.

Xiaoguo picked up the knife and dropped the knife, and soon finished peeling the dough.

Zhuangzhuang sniffed, smelled the air, and came to the kitchen, "Mother, what are you doing delicious?"

Xiaoguo looked down at Zhuangzhuang, "Mother is making knife-cut noodles at noon today."

Zhuangzhuang asked curiously what is knife-cut noodles, and Xiaoguo explained the reason for knife-cut noodles to him. After listening, Zhuangzhuang looked regretful.

If I had known that I would not feed them first, I would be able to see the whole process of my mother just cutting the noodles.

Seeing his regret, Xiaoguo patted the extra face with both hands, squatted down, and pinched Zhuangzhuang's already round face, "I'll do it for you later."

Only then did Zhuangzhuang become happy. Xiaoguo saw that he was all right, so he asked him to play with his uncle in the house, and she would bring it into the house when the meal was cooked.

Zhuangzhuang nodded and trotted into the house.

Xiaoguo turned around and lifted the lid of the casserole to avoid the heat coming from her face. After the heat dissipated, she stirred with a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of soup to see the color, because the protein and fat in the bones had been fully boiled out, and the soup It has also turned white, and when Xiaoguo pokes the ribs, the meat has become soft and rotten.

Xiaoguo turned off the fire, came into the house with a rag at both ends, and lifted the lid.

"Zhuangzhuang, take your uncle out for dinner."

Xiaoguo shouted in the room, originally wanted to bring it in to eat, but Qin Anming was not feeling well, and it was difficult to get out, but there was no table in the room, the only table in the family was in the main room, on the other hand, the table was too big, Can't move into the door of the back room.

When Xiaoguo went to the kitchen to serve noodles, Zhuangzhuang helped Qin Anming out, Qin Anming looked at the table, and his stomach couldn't help grumbling.

As soon as the voice came out, Qin Anming quickly lowered his head to look at Zhuangzhuang to see if he had noticed.

Seeing that Zhuangzhuang was still supporting himself seriously, and did not find any strange feeling, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, when Xiaoguo was just cooking, she smelled the aroma in the house. She hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and she smelled it as soon as she smelled it. Xiaoguo was stewing the meat, and the smell was like a hook. myself in bed.

The body, which was already starving with water, cried out subconsciously, and the internal organs screamed as if they were about to go on strike.

Finally, she walked to the table and sat down. Xiaoguo also came in from the outside with the noodles, put the noodles down, and first brought Qin Anming a bowl of soup with half of the spare ribs in it.

"Brother, drink some soup first and pad your stomach."

Taking the bowl in Xiaoguo's hand, she laboriously picked up the spoon, and took a sip of the soup. Just as it slipped through her throat, she instantly warmed her internal organs, and the clamoring organs were instantly calmed down.

Qin Anming was reluctant to speak, for fear of scaring Xiaoguo and Zhuangzhuang, so he tried his best to suppress the thought of wanting to devour it. He must eat slowly, don't worry, Qin Anming always reminded himself.

After Xiaoguo handed Qin Anming the bowl, she continued to give Zhuang Zhuang a meal. A bowl of knife-cut noodles covered with shredded pork and cabbage was placed in front of Zhuang Zhuang ~www.novelbuddy.com~ to eat slowly, a little hot. "

Xiaoguo reminded Zhuangzhuang, for fear that he would burn his tongue.

Zhuang Zhuang first picked up a piece of noodles, blowing hot air, and counted down ten seconds in his heart. This was what his mother taught him at that time.

Xiaoguo saw that one or two were so worry-free, and she felt a lot more relieved. She was used to being strong and strong. Now that she added a brother, she was really afraid that she would be in a hurry, but so far, it seems that it is not bad!

When Qin Anming finished his soup and ribs, Xiaoguo served him another bowl of mushy noodles.

Qin Anming ate the last noodle, put down the bowl, and burped involuntarily.

Zhuang Zhuang finished drinking the soup in the bowl, spit out the last piece of bone, and burped.

"Uncle, you're not as loud as mine~"

Zhuangzhuang is like pride, and compares the volume of hiccups with Qin Anming.

Qin Anming, who was still a little embarrassed at first, was interrupted by Zhuang Zhuang, and all his shyness was thrown aside, and followed Zhuang Zhuang to laugh.

Xiaoguo drank the soup slowly, watching the two of them fight, and looking at Zhuangzhuang with a softer look, as expected of my Zhuangzhuang, really caring.

Xiaoguo recently discovered that Zhuang Zhuang seems to be very sensitive to changes in people's emotions. Just like that day, she was suffering from stomach pain because of the sudden arrival of her aunt. Although she didn't show any strange expressions or changed her tone, Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang could still see the strangeness from the way he frowned occasionally, and asked her at a glance if she was uncomfortable.

Zhuangzhuang must have seen Qin Anming's embarrassed expression just now, so he hiccupped himself to reduce the embarrassing atmosphere.

Xiaoguo really thinks that Zhuangzhuang is so warm, and his IQ and EQ are also online. Such an excellent son is actually his own, which is a blessing that he has cultivated in eight lifetimes.