He found a large bag of flour, kneaded it into dough, covered it with a cloth and let it rest.
I lay in bed and fell asleep for half a day. At three o'clock in the morning, I quietly woke up again.
He came to the kitchen, cleaned the big stove, lit firewood, turned on the bellows, and threw the black lumps from the milk powder can in the stove to burn.
First, boil a large pot of hot water and scrub the pot.
Lu Youming took out the dough, kneaded it, and used chopsticks to shape it into different shapes.
In prison, the best job is probably to be a cook.
In his last year, he grabbed this position and worked with the master for a year.
Ben is also looking for a job as a cook, but his skills are not good enough and his wages are low.
After having ginger beauty, there are not enough flowers.
Fortunately, he went to work at a construction site.
I never thought that I would have the opportunity to cook for others.
Lu Youming expressionlessly scooped up the water in the pot and filled the pot with half more water.
Among these skills, his best cooking skill is making pasta.
Place the steamer basket and put the kneaded dough into it.
Waiting for time, Lu Youming sat by the stove to keep warm.
He was born in a rural area, and he was a little afraid of saying he didn't believe in some things.
He didn't know if Fu Chen sensed anything, but he would definitely pay attention to this in the future.
After making one pot, Lu Youming immediately put on the second pot.
I made three pots in succession.
Lu Youming immediately knocked on the door next door.
It's almost five o'clock.
Grandpa and aunt have woken up early.
People in the village wake up early. They have to get up early to work and buy vegetables and cook.
After Lu Youming expressed his intention, the uncle immediately said, "Give us two baskets and we will help you."
The uncle and aunt each took a basket to put the steamed buns in. The rising heat brought a sweet smell.
"It smells so good." The uncle tasted one, "Well, it's good." He took one to the aunt, "You try it."
The aunt nodded, "You... must have put something in it."
Lu Youming nodded, "There is no sugar, I put milk powder."
Auntie nodded, "It's very fragrant and soft."
Both of them looked very satisfied, and they immediately started rushing to the door to help and asked for cloth strips. They went door to door and gave four steamed buns.
Breaking steps is very common in rural areas.
It's in the sewing basket.
Be prepared to sew and mend.
Exchange the steamed buns for a piece of cake, a very good deal.
Someone joked, "This steamed bun is so delicious, I might as well let Lu Youming make steamed buns. We will patronize his business every day."
The aunt smiled back, "That's not okay. There is milk powder mixed with dust in these steamed buns. You will lose as much as you sell."
Everyone laughed and said nothing.
Milk powder is expensive and not every household can afford it.
Lu Youming belongs to a helpless family.
The broken steps were quickly collected.
Zhang Cuihua (director of the Women's Federation) and Sister Liu heard the letter and immediately said that we could help make centenary clothes.
Lu Youming was not good at this kind of social life, so he just continued to make steamed buns silently and took them to his aunt's house to share.
One piece of clothing, one night, everyone talking and laughing, it's done.
Fuchen in the room fell asleep under Sister Liu's embrace.
Lu Youming put a hundred-year-old clothes on Fuchen and stood outside the house shouting, "Fuchen! Come back!"
The clear roar drifted in the night wind.
There was darkness in the night sky.
There are warm lights in the dilapidated houses.
"Fuchen! Come back!"
Sister Liu and Zhang Cuihua stood outside the door and watched with emotion in their eyes, "I never thought that Lu Youming would have such a day."
"Maybe it's like Yongzi said, men mature only when they have responsibilities."
"Maybe. It's too early to say this now." Zhang Cuihua stared at the person.
"Fuchen! Come back!"
After shouting three times in succession, Lu Youming closed the door.
The two also left side by side and returned to their respective homes.
Fuchen did not stop crying after the call. On the contrary, he started to burn again when he slept at night.
Lu Youming got dressed and was going to take Fuchen to the village clinic to see a doctor.
Fuchen suppressed her blushing face, grabbed her toy rolling pin, and hit Lu Youming's outstretched hand.
Lu Youming was stunned, and he slowly stretched out his hand.
Fuchen grabbed the rolling pin and hit it again.
Holding the rolling pin with two small hands, click, click, very seriously.
His eyes were fixed on Lu Youming.
Lu Youming seemed to understand for a moment, and he held Fuchen in his arms.
Fuchen immediately hit him on the head.
The attack is very heavy - this is Lu Youming's idea.
It's stronger than expected for a child.
I thought that children had little strength, but now I feel that they can still kill people.
"Boom."
"Boom."
"Boom."
Fuchen knocked on Lu Youming's head, and a muffled sound came from his head. He didn't know whether he felt uncomfortable or wanted to cry.
The little mouth was wrinkled together and the face was red.
Lu Youming wanted to walk away, not wanting to see her, but he stayed seated in the original position without any intention of reaching out his palm and slapping the child away.
Until his forehead was knocked bleeding.
Only then did Fuchen stop beating his hand.
"Ouch!" Fuchen shouted with great effort.
After shouting, he fell down to sleep.
Lu Youming stood there and thought for a long time, then ran to the kitchen to get a basin and burned paper in it.
Jump over with Fuchen in your arms.
He also crossed over.
He mistook what he had just done.
Children are most likely to be hit.
Fortunately, Fuchen recovered and became more silent after his fever ended.
After urinating in the middle of the night, Fuchen got up on his own and slapped Lu Youming on the face.
Lu Youming rolled his eyes, put on Fuchen's diaper, and spanked Fuchen, "Now you can do it! You've learned how to spank me!"
"Ah wow wow!" Fuchen protested, grabbing Lu Youming and biting it.
Lu Youming became even more ruthless.
After playing, go to sleep.
When I woke up and took a look at my hand, I saw the skin was broken by biting it.
Regardless of whether Fuchen is sleeping or not, he grabs Fuchen's chin and touches it with his hands, and it turns out his teeth are growing.
Hungry, Fuchen grabbed the rolling pin to find his way.
Sometimes, Lu Youming was sleeping and was woken up by a beating. He took a deep breath, grabbed the staring Fuchen and beat him again, "Hey, you kid! Don't think you can hit me after being hit! You don't deserve it!"
When Fuchen was beaten, he would just stare at Lu Youming with his eyes and not cry.
Lu Youming was in a bad mood, so he didn't test the water temperature when brewing the milk powder. After brewing, he threw it to the dust, pulled up the bed and went back to sleep immediately.
Fuchen hugged the hot milk powder and sat motionless on the quilt.
When there was a little movement next door, Fuchen opened his mouth and cried loudly.
Lu Youming was upset, raised his head and shouted, "Why are you crying! What's wrong with you!"
The man next door immediately responded, "Why are you so confused! She provoked you!"
Wearing clothes and walking through the snow, he picked up Fu Chen and touched the hot milk bottle, "Damn you! It's a shame Fu Chen didn't drink it! If you drink it, you will be a murderer!"
Murderer, these three words are extremely sensitive.
Lu Youming immediately became furious, "Go away! Murderers don't raise naughty children! Let me take her away!"
"Bah, what the hell are you doing! It's because the dust was born in your house that you've been unlucky for eight lifetimes!"
Leave with Fuchen in your arms.
Fuchen, who was still crying just now, immediately stopped crying in the uncle's arms, and only stared at Lu Youming with a pair of eyes.
Lu Youming looked at it with horror, feeling that this was not a child.
