Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

The three rested for a while, but Fang Huai was the first to sit still.

He ran to the kitchen and took a look. Fang Mu and Fang Honghua were processing the fish they brought back in the morning, separating the fish head from the fish body, and putting the fish head aside to make the fish head tofu soup at night. The fish body has been removed from the big bones, and Fang Honghua is chopping it into minced meat.

While she chopped it, the other side said motherly: "This kind of strength is just left to me. I have a lot of strength. I can't do anything else. It's no problem to beat you."

Fang's mother nodded without objection, turned around to deal with the fish head.

When she looked up, she saw Fang Huai standing at the door of the kitchen, and she beckoned him over.

"Xiao Huai, you go out and buy a piece of tofu." Mother Fang said as she took out money from her pocket: "I will make you fish soup at night.

"Mom, where can I buy tofu?"

Fang Honghua heard the words and turned back and interjected: "At the entrance of the village, there is a tofu grinder. You see a stone grinder in the yard. If you can't find it, let Xiaobao take you there. He buys a lot and it is cooked. "

Fang Huai responded, turned around and ran out without receiving Fang's mother's money.

"Inkstone!" When he passed by his younger brother, he picked up his brother and walked out in his arms: "Go, take me to buy tofu."

Father Fang: "Buy tofu?"

"Mom said to make fish soup at night."

Father Fang's eyes widened immediately: "Your mother is going to cook?"

"Yes."

Father Fang shuddered, as if thinking of something terrible, his face suddenly turned pale.He opened his mouth and said nothing in the end.

The Fang family has chefs hired from outside with high salaries. Even if the chef is not there, they also have a nanny. They usually don't use their own hands for whatever they want to eat, and the number of times Fang's mother does it is even worse.The three of them had never eaten anything made by Fang's mother, but occasionally heard her talk about what they learned from the chef.

Fang Ke keenly noticed his father's weirdness.

He paused, and he was about to leave the yard, but he still turned back. The sharp eyes behind the lenses immediately caused Father Fang to have infinite guilty conscience.

"Xiao Ke?"

"Dad, are you hiding something from us?" Fang Ke asked.

Father Fang looked away with a guilty conscience: "How could it be...I am like a person like Xiangsihu?"

Fang Ke didn't answer directly, but his eyes gave Father Fang an affirmative answer.

Unable to resist his son's pressing gaze, Fang's father looked from left to right and saw that the other two sons had already left the yard and walked far, and no one else was in the yard. Only then did he approach the eldest son and said in a low voice: " At dinner, no matter what your mother makes, you must never eat it."

Fang Ke: "Why?"

"Why?" Father Fang sighed heavily, "It's unpalatable."

Fang Ke: "..."

"But why didn't you stop her?" Fang Ke glanced at the kitchen suspiciously: "She's in the kitchen now, it's too late to call her out."

"Why are you doing this?" Fang's father became sensible again: "Your mother likes cooking so much, do you have the heart to let her give up her hobby? You see how happy she is doing it, isn't it just a bit unpalatable, don't eat Nothing."

"..." Fang Ke: "If there is no one to eat what she made, she should be more sad, right?"

This is the truth.

Father Fang sighed deeply.

He said again: "Did you bring stomach medicine when we came? You helped me find it in the suitcase. Forber has always been fully prepared and should never forget."

Fang Ke agreed and walked into the room. He thought for a while, then turned back and warned, "You are not allowed to eat inkstone and Xiaohuai by yourself."

"I see." Father Fang thought to himself: How can he not cheat his own son?

As for the wife's dark dishes, he, the husband, is naturally obliged to take care of it all, so as not to make his wife sad.

When he thought of this, Father Fang felt a faint pain in his stomach.

On the other side, under the guidance of his younger brother, Fang Huai quickly bought a piece of tofu back.As soon as he took the tofu into the kitchen, he saw Fang Mu pouring a large bowl of flour into another bowl, and the other bowl was filled with freshly chopped minced fish.

Fang Huai blinked, feeling as if something was wrong.

He quickly put down the tofu, jumped into the house quickly, and shouted in surprise: "Mom! What are you doing?!"

"Huh?" Mother Fang glanced back and saw that it was him. She immediately smiled and said, "It's Xiao Huai. Mom is making fish balls for you."

"Fish balls?" Fang Huai glanced at the large bowl of flour, always wondering how he looked at it. "Does fish balls do this?"

"Yes, my mother specifically learned from the chef at home, that's how she did it."

Fang Huai: "..."

Fang Huai can’t sit still, he always likes to run around. Everything can attract his attention. When the chef at home was cooking, he also watched by the side. Although he had not done it himself, Fang Huai I also felt that the fish balls made by his mother seemed to be quite different from the ones made by the chef.

can……

Seeing Fang's self-confidence, he couldn't say anything to doubt again.

He had to stand beside him holding the tofu, racking his brains to recall the fishball recipe, watching the mother continue to make it, the flour and the fish are rubbed together by her, and he feels that his heart is like the piece in his hand. Like tofu, if you accidentally fall to the ground, it will fall apart.

No, there must be something wrong!

Fang Huai put down the tofu and ran out with a headache.

He found out his mobile phone and saw that there was still a little battery. Then he let out a sigh of relief and immediately connected to the Internet, opened the browser, and searched for fish balls.

A few minutes later, Fang Huai threw the phone away and ran back to the kitchen screaming.

"Mom!!! Be merciful under your hand!!!"

His screams ran through the entire yard. Not only Fang Mu heard it, but the other three people who were basking in the yard also heard it and saw Fang Huai rushing into the kitchen like a gust of wind.

Seeing him in such a hurry, the three suddenly panicked, thinking that something was wrong, hurriedly chasing after him and ran into the kitchen.

As soon as they entered, they saw Fang Huai sighing in front of a large basin, while Fang's mother stood beside him helplessly, her hands still stained with flour, her face blank.

She looked at her husband at a loss: "Why are you here?"

"I heard Xiao Huai's cry." Fang said, "Xiao Huai panicked like that. I thought the kitchen was on fire."

Although there was no fire, Fang Huai said it was an accident comparable to a fire.

He looked at the flour in the basin and the fish that was almost missing, and sighed deeply.

Is it fish balls or fish-flavored noodle balls?