Seeing that the situation was not good, Guan Lang pulled back the hand that was holding the kitchen knife.
Guan Ma didn't take it away and glared at him with some dissatisfaction.
"You go sit on the sofa and play with your phone. It's rare to come back for a few days. Why are you busy?"
As Guan Ma spoke, her hand tentatively reached for the kitchen knife.
Guan Lang dodged again.
"Mom, stop making trouble. Kitchen knives are sharp and dangerous. Let me do it." Guan Lang said quickly, "My cooking skills have improved a lot in the past two months. It would be a big mistake if you still look at me with the same eyes as before.
Very wrong."
Guan Ma looked at Guan Lang with disdain, but still stopped her hand.
"Don't I know what your level is? Well, since you are going to suffer, I won't stop you."
After saying that, he reluctantly pinched the wax duck at hand, then slowly closed the door and walked out of the kitchen.
Watching Guan Ma leave, Guan Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the mission was not interrupted.
The kitchen in Guan Lang's home is not open.
Chinese people have a lot of fumes from cooking. Even though range hoods are very advanced, it is inevitable that a lot of fumes will evaporate.
Guan Lang hadn't cooked at home for a long time, and for a while he was a little unfamiliar with the arrangement of kitchen utensils.
The white and clear quartz stone countertop reflects the bright sunlight coming from the window, and there is a row of kitchen utensils next to it.
"Mom, we've run out of salt, where do you put the spare one?"
"The second cabinet above." Guan Ma's voice came from outside the living room.
Guan Langcai washed the chicken, drained it and chopped it into small pieces, and was about to pat some ginger and onions.
The kitchen door was gently pushed open.
Rubbing her eyes, a sleepy Guan Xiaoying wandered in.
Guan Lang turned around and saw Guan Xiaomei walking to the refrigerator with a small yawn.
Sneakily, he pulled out a transparent packaging bag from the depths of the refrigerator and freezer.
What was inside was the jelly that Guan Lang brought her yesterday.
"Guan Xiaoying, have you brushed your teeth? Are you here to get some jelly?" Guan Lang's voice suddenly came to mind from behind Guan Xiaomei.
She was so frightened that she trembled and immediately squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, thinking that Guan Ma was in the kitchen, and she was already prepared for her brain to collapse.
After there was no movement for a long time, Guan Xiaomei raised her head and looked behind her.
"Huhu, brother, you scared me!" Guan Xiaomei slowly stood up from the ground and said with a pout.
However, Guan Lang had no power to intimidate her, so he complained, then continued staring at the bag to choose the flavor of jelly.
Guan Lang sighed, he was just such a little sister, so naturally he was not willing to teach her a lesson.
So much so that now he has lost his brother's majesty. Guan Lang thought depressedly.
After touching Xiaomei Guan's head, Guan Lang said sincerely.
"Remember to brush your teeth before eating, and don't eat too much jelly. I'll have rice ready in a minute, including your favorite chicken stewed with mushrooms."
"Chicken stewed with mushrooms?" Guan Xiaomei then turned her attention to the kitchen counter, "Brother, you are cooking today! Then I also want to eat glutinous rice cakes, shrimp balls, and dumplings, can you make them for me? Hmm
By the way, there’s also beef.”
When Guan Xiaomei heard that Guan Lang was cooking, she immediately became excited and counted the dishes she wanted to eat with her white and tender fingers.
"No way." Guan Lang continued to pat the onions on the chopping board while saying.
"Stingy!" Guan Xiaomei walked in front of the kitchen counter and said with her hands on her hips, staring at Guan Lang with her big eyes.
"Guan Xiaoying, why are you so difficult to serve? No, I've bought all the vegetables. You can eat whatever I do. Children can't be picky eaters." Guan Lang was so angry at the greedy Guan Xiaomei that he pinched Guan Xiaomei's face gently.
A handful.
He gently pushed Guan Xiaomei out of the kitchen and asked her to brush her teeth quickly.
Guan Xiaoying is small but has a big appetite. Guan Lang has always been worried that if she continues to eat like this, she will become a fat girl when she grows up.
While Guan Lang was thinking about things, he put water and some ingredients into the soup pot.
There is plenty of time, and there is no need to make a fuss like I usually do in Tiannan City. It takes about two or three hours to make the soup. Now that it is starting to cook, it is just in time for lunch.
Guan Lang whistled while controlling the heat of the porcelain pot for making soup.
There is no need to stare at it all the time, just glance at it every once in a while.
Time passed very quickly, two hours flew by in a blink of an eye.
Guan Lang opened the pot, white steam rose up, and the rich salty aroma filled the air along with the mist.
Even Guan Ma, who was calmly watching TV outside the living room, looked at the kitchen several times and kept muttering in her heart: It seems that the cured duck is really delicious. Even her son, whose cooking skills are inferior to hers, can make it so delicious.
Guan Lang put the dishes on the table one after another.
"Guan Xiaoying, don't block my way." Guan Lang was holding the dish, and at the same time he also paid attention to Guan Xiaomei, who was following closely beside him, for fear of bumping into her. She was already drooling with greed and her mind was confused.
Guan Lang arranged the plates one by one and placed small bowls for rice and soup.
"Mom, dad hasn't come back yet?" Guan Lang asked softly, looking at Guan's mother who was staring at the dishes on the dinner table suspiciously and in disbelief.
The requirements of the task were satisfied by the three people.
Although he is confident in his current craftsmanship, there is nothing he can do if the personnel are not available, and it is not a crime of war.
"It shouldn't be." Guan Ma, who was muttering, raised her head and glanced at Guan Lang, "Oh, what did you say?"
Guan Lang felt that Guan Ma seemed a little distracted, but he still repeated the question.
"We should be home soon. Your dad has just driven nearby."
Guan Ma still couldn't hold it back. She looked at Guan Lang closely and asked, "Son, have you been cooking every day at school for the past two months?"
"How's it going? I've made a lot of progress, right?" Guan Lang said with a smile.
Although he didn't cook much in the past, he still had some talent. Not to mention now, even two months ago, his cooking skills were higher than Guan's mother.
It's just that the old comrade is stubborn and refuses to admit defeat.
In addition, the cooking skills of the two of them are only half as good. Although they are strong, they are not much better. This has allowed Guan Ma to maintain her position as the leader in cooking in the family.
Now after several mission reward upgrades, his cooking skills have improved rapidly, and the gap between him and Guan Ma has obviously widened.
Even though it was hard for Guan Ma to accept it, the aroma that she could smell and the delicious food made Guan Ma swallow her saliva.
But seeing the proud look on Guan Lang's face, Guan's mother still moved her throat: "It's not bad, there's some progress. If you work harder, maybe you can catch up with my cooking skills."
After finishing speaking, Guan Ma coughed twice with a guilty conscience.
"Mom, stop bragging! When will dinner be served!! I'm so hungry." Guan Xiaomei, whose height had just reached the height of the table, looked at her with eager eyes, tugged at the corner of Guan's clothes and asked with longing eyes. The dishes on the dinner table seemed to be too long.
He put on a pair of wings and circled around her little head, making stars shine in her eyes.