Chapter 858: Eight hundred sixty-seven

Chapter 858: Eighty-seven
Mo Bei can't see this side.
The half-cut eggplant finally has a chance to deal with it.
There was a rhythmic sound between the blades.
Let Feng Feng look down again.
At first glance, the teenager wears an apron. It should be the same as his grandson. He is somewhat clean, so he brought it with him when cooking the noodles.
Now, Mr. Feng raised his eyebrows, and some light came out of his eyes.
Then he lowered his eyes and took a sip of pear soup in the glass.
Not surprisingly, it was refreshing.
Grandpa Feng didn't drink pear soup, which is rare.
Unable to, Father Feng took another sip.
It's really different from what he usually drinks.
Unconsciously, Mr. Feng's pear soup has bottomed out.
Cats and cats finally found the topic: "Grandpa, this pear soup is very delicious. My brother deliberately boiled it to our boss. I added mint to the pear and said that it can clear the heat and reduce the fire. My boss is weak and he catches a cold in winter. When it comes to drinking pear soup, the boss seems to dislike drinking it, my brother said, and he thought about it. "
Mr. Feng didn't speak. After all, he raised a grandson who was picky about eating and picking up headaches, which really made people feel ashamed.
But usually, his grandsons don't like it, just don't touch it and don't say it.
The boy would know Nair's preferences so quickly.
Just thinking, Mr. Feng smelled a scent that made his index finger move.
It was Mo Bei who put the oil in the wok, the onions, the and the garlic were at the bottom, and the half-fat lean meat was being fried back and forth.
Even if the smoking machine is turned on, the fragrance can't resist.
After the diced meat turned golden, the cut eggplant diced also went into the pan, and it was fried for another burst.
The sweet cats and cats couldn't help drooling.
If there were no guests, he would definitely run into the kitchen.
Mr. Feng sat calmly, but his eyes did not look away.
Mo Bei had already turned on the second stove at this time, put the cooking pot on it, and added water to bring it to a boil.
The other hand took a bag of sweet noodle sauce, peeled it, and put it in a frying pan.
Then I took another can of cola and put in almost a quarter of it.
Then the lid was closed.
But this time is the most fragrant.
Cats and cats couldn't help listening to the sound of the little fire murmuring, "Brother, what are you doing?"
"Fried sauce." After saying these two words, Mo Bei first dropped a bag of noodles, and after stopping, he dropped another half bag.
Mr. Feng looked there, and thought subconsciously that he hadn't made jjangmyeon in his home for a long time, but he made a lot of dishes every day.
However, this child should be as old as his grandson.
Can it be fried noodles?
Authentic?
Definitely not authentic, otherwise why would you put Coke.
Mr. Feng thought, but didn't control his eyes, because the fragrance really grabbed people.
Smells and smells, Father Feng feels hungry.
At this time, Mo Bei just opened the lid.
The diced meat has been muttered, the skin is red and the flavor is stronger.
Mo Bei stir-fried twice, and then went to see another water pot. At this time, the noodles had already come out. She picked up the chopsticks. It seemed like a soft and hard test. Once inside, they were removed as soon as they went in, and placed in a large cold water glass bowl with the noodles.
Next, divide into three small bowls.
After the fried meat sauce, I made another shallot oil.
When it is poured on the surface, it still sounds ...
(End of this chapter)