Although the ominous premonition came true, Xia Zhi did not worry too much about it. He still had things to do. He just met an acquaintance (Wu) and was delayed for nearly five or six minutes. Fortunately, this
It was not an activity that required racing against time, otherwise Xia Zhike would have lost completely.
I went to the morning market by the river for a walk, but the scale was different from what I thought. It was much smaller. After thinking about it, it was probably sanctioned by the urban management, or these mobile stalls had their own fixed locations.
Something like that... Xia Zhi didn't want to buy a lot of things, but he still walked around a whole circle before buying them, so if you include the time spent on shopping at the morning market, it probably didn't take up as much time.
Find out what's cheap.
By the time Xia Zhi finished shopping, more than half of the place that was nearly full when he first arrived was already gone. Xia Zhi originally thought that they had probably sold out everything, but he didn't expect to walk less than a hundred meters toward home.
Later, he realized that he had thought wrong and watched as the small truck with the word "urban management" on it sped away from the road next to him.
The information is really well-informed, and most of the people who have left are gone.
But this had little to do with Xia Zhi, and he embarked on a happy journey home again.
As expected, when Xia Zhi walked home again, his parents were gone. Although he knew that they went to work early, Xia Zhi felt that they were lying by saying they woke up so early...
So in fact, even if you are not in Japan, social animals still exist. I hope they will not be too busy.
However, there is another question, and that is...how to make picky children less picky. This is simply a world-class problem, because it is not a disease, there is no way to treat it with medicine, and it occurs all over the world
, whether rich or poor... No, children from poor families probably have no choice. Although Xia Zhi's family is not poor, he still has no right to choose until he can cook his own meals...
All in all, how to effectively prevent picky children from being picky eaters is a question worth studying.
Originally, if the child was disobedient or naughty, he would be put on his lap and spanked, but this was not the case at Xia Zhi's house. If Xia Zhi did the above, he might be furious.
My parents hung me up and beat me, so I couldn't do this.
To achieve this goal, you must use tricks.
While thinking about it, Xia Zhi was making preparations at the kitchen counter. He didn't notice the sleepy Xia Meng walking out of his bedroom, still talking to himself.
"If I plead in good faith, will she agree... It seems unlikely. Then mix it with other foods that are not easy to find?"
"Whatever you want to do, I'll pay attention next time you eat."
Xia Zhi shook his hand and knocked half of the egg in his hand into the pot with the shell, and the other half fell on the stove.
"Xiaomeng, let me discuss something with you. Can you not be so scary usually?"
She didn't answer, leaning against the kitchen wall and looking at Xia Zhi.
"What are you doing?"
"It's just breakfast... I make it myself every day there. It's very good. Do you want to try it?"
"If you don't want to eat eggs, anything else is fine. Oh...did you just want me to eat eggs?"
Therefore, it is really not a good habit for a person to talk to himself.
"Please, try it. Is it delicious? I will never lie to you." Xia Zhi felt a little helpless: "Where are the ingredients I got up early in the morning to buy. Just take a bite, you try it first, okay?
If you want to eat, I will go out and buy buns for you."
"I don't really want to eat it..." She sat on the small stool beside the door: "I remember that you have never liked eggs. Has this changed since you went to Japan?"
"I can't help it, who made the eggs over there cheaper..." Two hundred yen eggs can last for a long time. If I replace them with others, I'm afraid it won't be enough for a meal. I went to a convenience store to buy bread and the like.
For breakfast, it's better to make it yourself, at least you can season it according to your own preferences.
"Why don't you come back when you're so tired?" Xia Meng yawned, looking like she was still awake.
"You have to accomplish something in this life."
"What can you do where you go? Or, can you get it done wherever you go?"
Xia Zhi raised his head and looked at the ceiling: "...What you said is not wrong, but I have accomplished half of what I want to do just by going over there. The other half depends on
God’s will.”
"No matter how much time passes, there are always things I can't figure out what you are thinking about."
???What is the situation of this speech? Is it a preview of mind reading?
As if she thought there was nothing interesting to see, Xia Meng withdrew her gaze.
"It doesn't matter. Just give it a try. You won't lie to me anyway."
???What's going on? Why can she be so sure? Although I really won't lie to her. There is no need and no benefit. My life safety is still within the scope of guarantee, so why should I lie to others?
Although he said incomprehensible words for most of the day, the result was finally good, at least he achieved his expected goal. The rest is up to him. After all, if he is not reliable, even if Xia Meng is willing to taste dozens of...
…After several times, Xia Zhi still couldn’t change her situation of partial eclipse.
Ah! Liu Pleiades, the great chef god of the generation! Please bless me!
The sound of Xia Zhi cooking could be heard in the kitchen, while Xia Meng was still sitting on the stool, folding her arms on her knees and burying her head inside, as if she hadn't woken up. She originally wanted to ask her to go again.
She had to take a nap, but things like omelettes could be made in just a few minutes, so there was no need for her to go to bed specially.
When Xia Zhi put the cooked omelettes on the small table, Xia Zhi discovered that someone was not sleeping, but playing with his mobile phone with his head down... Well, this can be regarded as a unique skill of modern people.
But you still need to be reminded.
"You can't play with your mobile phone like this. It's not good for your cervical spine, and it will become a disease in the future."
Xia Meng glanced at him twice, and just when Xia Zhi was about to think that she was angry, she silently put away her phone, and then looked at the fried eggs that Xia Zhi placed on the small table. Not to mention anything else,
You should be able to win her favor just by looking good, right?
"...I lose my appetite when I see eggs."
Xia Zhi's pride instantly became shattered.
"Then I'll do it a little less like an egg next time?"
"...Forget it."
Xia Zhi handed her the chopsticks, and she tore off a small piece of the omelette and put it into her mouth, chewed it, and showed a thoughtful expression. Xia Zhi was very worried, and then she said, "Alright."
"Can" as an evaluation.
Wow!
Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. The evaluation of the chosen one needs to be a little more positive. It's not that Xia Zhi is putting money on his face, but that someone's evaluation terms are always only "not good", "average" and "okay".
"Not bad" and other words, so in fact, Xia Zhi has received the highest level of evaluation (I'm sure), which makes Xia Zhi even happier than being late for the five-star chef's cooking in Japan.
Although one is eating and the other is being eaten, the so-called happiness does not differentiate between the two.
Xia Zhi was always happy at this moment.
"Look, I said I didn't lie to you, right? Eating eggs is good for your health and the taste is not bad. Don't be picky about your food."
What should I do... I only have ten days, oh no, I have only seven days before I go back to Japan. Do I want to teach my mother how to make omelette before then? It seems possible...
"Then when mom comes back, I'll teach her how to do it. Just let mom do it for you when I get back."
"No, you should know why you and I didn't like eating eggs in the first place."
After Xia Meng said this, Xia Zhi also remembered: In this family, the only ones with the ability to cook are herself, her mother, and half of her father. Her father can only help, and even the cooking skills include sugar and salt.
He can be confused. If he wasn't very busy and had his mother supervising him, he wouldn't be able to enter the kitchen at all except during meal times. And it turns out that Xia Zhi is also a hottie who doesn't have any proficiency in housework other than cleaning.
Chicken character…
The kitchen is her mother's exclusive area.
And when I was young, probably every parent would choose foods with relatively high nutritional value for their children. But there was a period when free-range eggs were hyped as a food with extremely high nutritional value, so they were available at home.
A box of free-range eggs. During that time, Xia Zhi realized that there really is a superpower in this world, that is, whether it is an omelette, a boiled egg, or a steamed egg, it can perfectly make the same taste, and even the texture is almost the same.
Superpowers.
Xia Zhi was almost desperate, not to mention Xia Meng, who was more picky than him. That month, Xia Zhi was responsible for the secret work of taking "delicious and nutritious" omelettes to rescue stray animals, and successfully did not
was discovered. However, Xia Zhi and his sister had already planted a strong psychological shadow on egg food in their hearts.
To sum up, it is completely nonsense to teach your mother how to make omelette.
Xia Zhi looked up at the ceiling and suddenly realized that the world was indeed very unfriendly to him.
Xia Meng still ate the omelette in small bites, regardless of Xia Zhi who was immersed in the darkness of the world next to her.
"It's okay." Xia Zhi comforted himself: "Anyway, there are still about seven days. I will make breakfast for you every day in the remaining days. If you want to learn, I can also give it to you. Anyway, you haven't eaten it in so many years.
It’s an egg, and I feel like it’s okay if I don’t eat it. Speaking of which, it’s already an omelette. Does the so-called nutritional value really exist? Even if it does, there won’t be much left. Well, it must be so, so this
Even if the problem is not solved, it will be fine... Well, it's not my fault."
Xia Zhi was talking to himself, while Xia Meng was eating breakfast and looking over there with interest.