us under the stars

Chapter 32 The difficulty of making noodles is really too high

Task: Dads, please make a meal of noodles for your children at noon today (must be made by yourself), with optional side dishes!
This is the task that today's program group gave to dads.

Jing Zhe's expression darkened immediately when he saw this task.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, his cooking skills... are not even simple, let alone difficult.

Also make your own noodles!

Is the program team crazy!

In fact, of course the program team is not crazy, and they also know about Jing Yingdi's poor cooking skills. Of course, most of the fathers are not very good at cooking.

But now the program team has assigned assistants to each family, so the task must not be too simple.

Jing Zhe looked up at Qiao Nian.

can you?

Of course Qiao Nian knows how to make noodles, in fact, because noodles are her favorite.

But teaching the actor to do it... the difficulty seems to have to have a star or not.

"Then do it." Jing Zhe said in a deep voice, and then took the lead towards the kitchen.

Qiao Nian smiled helplessly, and followed.

Now the time is less than eleven o'clock. If everything goes well, it can still be done at twelve o'clock including waking up.Of course, the premise also depends on the actor's degree of learning...or...the degree of imitation.

Qiao Nian arranged the kitchen, and then made sure that there were two sets of things facing each other in the kitchen. She and Jing Zhe occupied one side, so that Jing Zhe could see her movements, and the photographer could also take pictures of Jing Zhe, but she would not into the picture.

"First add three tablespoons of flour like this, then add a small amount of salt, and then add two eggs." Qiao Nian demonstrated his process step by step.

After this step, she raised her head to look at Jing Zhe's results.

Everything is added, and there is enough flour, but... the eggshells there are...

"Ahem, that, Emperor Jingying, eggshell..." Qiao Nian reminded in a low voice, and then pointed with his finger.

Jing Zhe followed those slender fingers and looked into his basin.

In the white mixture of egg white and egg yolk, there are several dark unidentified lumps mixed in it.

Jing Zhe: "..."

Afterwards, Qiao Nian watched as Jing Zhe took a pair of chopsticks and struggled to pick eggshells inside.

Then I couldn't pick it well, so I changed another spoon.

So Qiao Nian watched Jing Zhe almost throw away most of the eggs.

I sighed silently in my heart.

"Then, the next step is to start adding warm water along the edge, and stir it into flocs..." Qiao Nian continued to the next step seriously.

This step was even more difficult for Jing Zhe, he added too much water all at once, and then added noodles himself, and then the noodles and water messed up and stuck to his hands.

Jing Zhe's blue veins were about to pop out.

Qiao Nian didn't know how he should guide him next, and in the end he could only let Jing Zhe knead his... lump into a ball.

So be it……

When the two of them were making noodles here, Jing Yu had been standing by the side watching. Now he looked at the two doughs with huge differences on both sides, and then his eyes fell on the one his father kneaded.

The small eyes were full of disgust.

Jing Zhe: "..."

What can he do!
"Then let's cook when we wake up. Is there anything Jing Yingdi wants to do or is good at?" Qiao Nian asked, "If there is someone who is good at it, it will be faster."

Jing Zhe looked at Qiao Nian with a hint of "expectation" in his eyes, and then pursed his lips.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

This is what he is good at... it should be counted...

(End of this chapter)