Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song did not worry to come to the kitchen.

When I passed the living room, I didn't see Gu Xiao and Ad. Song had no worries. Xu Jing, “Where's Gu Xiao? ”

“Should be out.” Xu Jing said, how does she know Gu Xiao?

Xu Jing has marinated the chicken and is putting it in a pot of water to cool it down.

With soy sauce and yellow wine, the kitchen is already fragrant.

“Ma'am, I've been marinating chickens for an hour as you ordered. What do we do now?” Xu Jing asked.

“I'll take care of everything.” Song did not have a worried smile.

“ …… ”

Song Wuxi took out the tin paper, wrapped the whole marinated chicken, then took out half a pot of flour and started rubbing the noodles...

Xu Jing stood aside. He wanted to help, but couldn't help at all.

Looking at Song no worries skilled movement, Xu Jing is very suspicious. This is not a hundred degrees look, this is the rhythm of frequent practice.

After the flour is rubbed, Song Wuoxiao rolls the dough into a thick skin and wraps the dough tightly around the chicken wrapped in tin paper.

When you're done with all this, Song puts the chicken in the oven and is ready to let it cook for half an hour.

Standing in front of the oven, Song smiled with no worries as he looked at the number on the oven.

It's so good that the original owner keeps her memories so that she doesn't know anything about these high-tech things in this strange world.

Half an hour later, the chicken was roasted.

As soon as the oven door opened, it smelled like a spray of incense.

“Wow, that smells good.” Xu Jing clapped: “Miss, how can you be a chicken? ”

So familiar, the smell of such fragrance has made Song not worry about drooling. She has no time to answer Xu Jing's words.

Her chicken came out of the oven, the roasted chicken, the flour outside had hardened and turned yellow.

Song Li placed it on the dining table, then punched it with his fist, his face split open, the smell of puffing nose is even stronger.

“Eat like that.” Song Wuxi opened the tin paper and ripped Xu Jing a chicken wing.

“..." Xu Jing grabbed the chicken wings and stared at Song Wuxiao. Song Wuxiao ripped off the other chicken wings and started eating.

“The taste is a little worse, the aroma is not strong enough and light.” Song has no worries while eating and making a review.

“Probably less salt.” Xu Jing mechanically responded.

“No.” Song did not worry about shaking his head. “If it was wrapped in lotus leaves, then wrapped in mud skin, it would smell better if it was roasted in the ground. ”

Though it tastes a little worse than what I did in my previous life, it's enough to make Song's appetite feel good.

“Lady, what makes you think you're always called a chicken? ”

“Well, I do it often. Every time I come back from a victory, my brothers and I at the barracks call it a chicken, and we eat chicken and sip and drink.” Suddenly looking back, Song's worry-free eyes swept past his hometown intentions and said darkly: “That was a wonderful time. ”

“…” Xu Jing sounded a little confused. What was the war? What barracks? Haven't you been taken back to the Songs since you were five years old?

Although in the Song family, her life was not as good as that of Miss and Miss Er, she never had to cook.

When Xu Jing came to work at Song's house, Song Wuxi was just a teenage girl. When did she join the army?

Seo quietly and painfully looked at Song without worries. He left his mouth open. The young lady must have been hit in the head in a car accident.

Xu Jing thought so, but he stood in the living room like a god, but he didn't think so.

Gu Qiang worked in the study. After he was busy, he wanted to go out for dinner.

Unexpectedly, Song's worry-free voice came from the kitchen.