1627. Chapter 1627 [Postscript] His Royal Highness Susie Chasing Her Husband 1
In the kitchen in the backyard, Su Xi's face was stunned with the soup in the pot in the pot, and it was delivered to his mouth, and he took a careful sip.
puff!
Tang Shui just spit it out, not only that, but also rushing over, a few sips of water.
Raising his hand and wiping off the water stain on the corner of the lips, Su Xi was unwilling.
Why is it the same condiments, the same method, the same order, the soup made by others is overflowing with the aroma. She is this kind of unable to import it.
The maid standing aside, he took a gently breathe with his face.
"His Royal Highness, otherwise, try porridge? ... Compared, simpler."
Su Xi's face, glanced at the maid.
"Simple?"
The maid nodded, "Well. Just add water and rice, just keep it until it is cooked."
"This is simple, then this." Su Xi immediately came to the spirit.
From the first super meal that ruined the funeral chef, to a stir -fried dish, almost burned over half of the hair, and then degenerated to a bowl of soup ... Now, Suxi has already demanded that it can be reduced to low.
Bowl porridge, she is satisfied.
So, washing rice, adding water, putting it in the pot.
Under the guidance of the maid, holding the porridge in the pot with a spoon, Suxi couldn't help asking.
"that's all?"
"Yes, that's it, as long as it is not allowed to stick to the bottom of the pot, then slowly simmer until the rice is blossomed and cooked, and the soup is sticky."
This is much simpler.
Su Xi nodded, "You go and stare at me, and when the priest returns, he will notify me."
"Well!" The maid agreed, turned and walked towards the door of the kitchen, walked to the door, stopped again, "His Royal Highness, can you?"
Su Xi returned to her with a sharp white eyes, "You look at me too, no problem, let's go!"
"Remember, a small ignition." The maid told again.
"Wait." Su Xi suddenly remembered one thing, "That ... how long does it take to cook it?"
"This ..." In a word, I asked the maid also as much as I did. The thing of cooking was entirely based on the feeling. How to determine the specific time? "It's not possible, just try it, as long as the rice is cooked, it's just fine
Is it! "
"Yeah, why didn't I think Lu Zhi." Su Xi waved his hand, "Go and go."
The maid left, Su Xi squatted beside the stove, add firewood to the stove one by one.
Mu's guy, I definitely won't know that she would cook, hum, even the purple pupils would not, when she saw the hot porridge she came up, the guy would definitely be surprised.
Burning the fire and fantasizing, Su Xi's face was full of smiles.
I found the porridge in the pot again. She looked at the soup she opened.
The rice is still hard!
So, cook again.
After a while, try again.
The outer layer is soft, and the inside is still hard, so pour the porridge in the spoon before continuing.
Nympho
Outside the kitchen, the night is getting.
Finally, there is already the fragrance of porridge that can be smelled in the kitchen.
Raising his face and wiping his face, Su Xi got up again, gave a spoonful of porridge in the pot, and sent it to his mouth.
This time, Mi finally rotten, but it seems that the porridge is not sticky at all!
The clear soup is too bad. In other words, why the porridge that others boiled are sticky.
Where is wrong?
Su Xi stood up holding her arms and turned around for several laps around the stove.
Eyes touched the remaining flour when she learned before, and suddenly her eyes were bright.