Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Fang Huai finally took the whole pot of batter to fry.

He wants to do it. Whether it is Fang Honghua or Fang's mother, he has given up his position and let him play alone.

Fang Huai took the phone from side to side, compared the recipe above, smeared a layer of oil on the bottom of the pot, and put a spoonful of batter into the pot with his right hand, spread it with a spatula, and waited for the side facing the pot to change. When it is golden, turn it over and continue to fry the other side until both sides become golden, then pick it up with a spatula and put it on the plate.

Fang Huai immediately shouted loudly: "Inkstone!"

Fang Yan, who was turning around in the yard, ran in after hearing the sound. He had just stepped into the kitchen door. Before he could react, a golden cake came and was stuffed into his mouth.

"Well?"

Fang Yan chewed subconsciously.After taking two bites, he remembered, and quickly raised his hand to take the pie, and when he took a closer look, he found that it was a golden pie that was fried on both sides and looked very delicious.

"what?"

Fang Yan took a bite in surprise, and carefully tasted the taste of the cake. There were fish, sausage, wild vegetables, and tofu. The mixture of these materials unexpectedly did not conflict, but because of the influence of the seasoning, it was perfect. Fused together.

Fang Yan swallowed the cake in his mouth, then raised his head and asked, "Second brother, did you do this?"

"Yes." Fang Huai turned around and scooped up a spoonful of batter and put it into the pot. Following the previous steps, he continued to make it. Without raising his head, he asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" Fang Yan said, and ate the rest of the chowder pie, with nothing left.

Fang Huai neatly turned the chowder cake in the pot, and said proudly: "That is, how can I make something unpalatable?"

The mother next to him looked at him distrustfully.

Seeing how the second son was looking at the phone while spreading the cakes, it was the first time she made it. She recalled it carefully, but she did not find any impression of the second son cooking.This is the first time I made it, can I really make it delicious?

Fang Mu couldn't believe it.

When the second chowder was ready, she didn't care if the cake was still hot, she immediately reached out and took it, put it to her mouth, and took a bite carefully.

The soft and waxy noodles are wrapped in various ingredients, and the taste of fish is not fishy. The sausages are fragrant and chewy, the wild vegetables are fragrant, and there is soft tofu. The various ingredients are mixed together, and it is very harmonious. It has a delicious taste.

Fang's mother widened her eyes in surprise, and looked at her second son in surprise, her eyes full of inquiry.

Could it be that her second son secretly learned to cook when no one knew it?Or maybe he has a talent for cooking, but no one has discovered it?

A piece of cake is not big, she ate it in a few bites.Fang's mother's intentions were still not exhausted. Seeing that there were a few more on the plate, he immediately reached out and took a few more, turned and went out to find her husband, intending to share his new discoveries with him.

In the beginning, I only spread one pie at a time. Later, when I became proficient, I spread a lot of them at once, and after a while, I had a full plate.

The hands of Fanghuai pancakes were sour, and he finally consumed half of the batter in the big basin. He wiped a sweat, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the plate was almost overflowing with cakes. Stopped.

As soon as he turned around, he saw his family standing behind him, each holding a golden chowder.

"You, you guys?!" Fang Huai was taken aback for a moment, and soon he straightened up his chest arrogantly: "I know, you guys also think my cakes are delicious, right?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to have this kind of talent." Father Fang boasted without hesitation: "It seems that our chefs will lose their jobs in the future."

When Fang Huai heard the words, the non-existent tail was raised up high.

Seeing that the family was eating happily, he seemed to have infinite strength again, and even the arms that were tired just now were not sour. He turned around and continued to go to pancakes, turning all the remaining batter into golden chowder.

A whole pot of batter has a lot of weight, enough for six people to eat, and the pan-huai fried chowder has become a staple of the evening.

Putting a whole friend of golden chowder on the dining table, Fang Huai was so tired that he couldn't do anything, so he ran to the house and found a recliner, then lay on it with his mobile phone, completely motionless.

The sun is warm and comfortable, making people drowsy.The backrest of the recliner is ergonomically angled, and it is very comfortable to lie on. He soon fell asleep after lying down.

When Fang Yan's shy belly came out to look for him, he only heard a fierce explosion from his mobile phone. Fang Yan moved in and took a look. There was a war on the phone screen. In the movie, he looked up at his brother again. Fang Huai's already asleep personnel didn't know what happened, and even the intense sound effects in the movie didn't wake him up.

"Let him sleep." Fang Ke said, "He barely slept last night, and he has been tired for the whole day."

"Oh." Fang Yan obediently responded.

He covered his mouth and walked a few steps aside, for fear that his voice would wake Fang Huai.

"Do you want to take a nap for the inkstone?" Fang Ke asked, "It's time for you to take a nap."

Fang Yan shook his head when he heard this, and said, "No, brother, I'm not sleepy."

He got up late today and didn't do much work. All things were done by his brothers, so he was not tired at all.

Fang Ke smiled and stroked his head: "What else does the inkstone want to do?"

Fang Yan thought about it seriously, and still shook his head: "There is nothing left to do."

"In this case, let the inkstone go to bed with Big Brother." Fang Ke said.

"what?"

"I'm a little sleepy."

"okay then."

Fang Yan took his elder brother's hand and went to his room.

The two took off their jackets and pants, and got into the quilt. Fang Ke and Fang Huai’s room faces south, and the sun shines through the paper windows. Most of the room can get the sun, which happens to be the bed. The location, the quilt and the sheets are warmed up, and it is very comfortable to lie down.

The brothers spoke for a while, and then fell asleep without knowing it.

Fang Yan didn't feel sleepy at first, but he didn't know if he couldn't afford to be too comfortable in the bed. Hearing the even breathing sound of his elder brother in his ear, he shrank into the bed and soon became sleepy again.

When Fang's mother came out to look for her son, she saw one lying in the yard and two lying in the house, all sleeping.

"They have been tired for a day." Father Fang patted her on the shoulder and whispered: "Especially Xiao Ke and Xiao Huai, they have done a lot of work, let them rest."

"It's hard to get this kind of place to play. I still want them to relax and go around to play." Who knows that they are here to work instead.

Fang's mother closed the door, and walked out tiptoing with her husband.

As soon as they went out, they saw Fang Honghua walking out carrying a basket, and immediately said: "Let's help you."

"I'll do it alone, no, you guys have a good rest." Fang Honghua quickly refused.

"what are you going to do?"

"I'll pick some vegetables, make some pickles and put them aside."

Fang's mother nodded, picked up the basket used by her sons in the morning, and followed her behind.

Seeing that it was useless to refuse, Fang Honghua gave up.

Her intuition told her that Fang's mother should have something to say to her.