Although this thing seems to have little nutritional value and looks ugly, it can satisfy your needs.
It is said that this thing can be eaten no matter how it is cooked.
Even if it is steamed directly in a pot or roasted directly on the fire, it can still be swallowed.
But, who can tell him how to peel this thing?
Forget it, everything here has been sterilized.
Even if a cockroach crawls in, it will definitely be the cleanest cockroach in the world, let alone a potato.
Jing Mohao rolled up his sleeves, took out the kitchen knife from the shelf on the wall, weighed it easily in his hand, and prepared to eat the potatoes with skin on the cutting board.
"duangduangduang" The loud vibration from Jingrui Palace could probably be felt from a distance of one kilometer.
The teacup placed on the table by Jian Qing also shook three times.
The corners of Jian Qing's eyes twitched, as if he had expected it, so he simply picked up the tea cup and drank the tea calmly.
Three minutes passed that made everyone's eardrums torture.
Jing Mohao looked at the potato cubes and potato slices in neat corners but different sizes on the cutting board, and he wanted to curse for a while.
It’s so difficult to cut a broken potato If Luo Xi saw this, would he laugh to death?
Jing Mohao stared at the shivering potatoes on the cutting board.
The more he looked at them, the more unpleasant they became.
He directly raised the kitchen knife and poured them all into the trash can, no matter whether they were pieces or pieces.
Jian Qing drank a pot of tea in the living room.
Except for a few earth-shaking loud noises, there was no movement, and not even the smell of rice came out.
From waiting to deliver food to Luo Xi until she was hungry, the man still didn't come out.
Jian Qing couldn't help but go to the kitchen to check the progress.
I really don't know what a sumptuous and luxurious dinner Jing Mohao has prepared.
Luo Xi can't eat anything too greasy, so if he cooks too much, he doesn't mind helping to solve it.
Walking into the kitchen, Jian Qing was simply stunned by the scene she saw in front of her.
This confirms that Jing Mohao is cooking If it weren't for the chipped cutting board and kitchen knife, he wouldn't have believed that anyone was cooking here.
All the cooking utensils and equipment are as clean as new, and the dinner plates are also empty.
There is no place where you can cook a meal without moving a pot and a ladle.
Even the snail girl can't do it.
Jian Qing looked at the extremely handsome man standing in front of the table with his hands in his pockets, and couldn't help but ask, "Hao, what have you been busy with for so long?"
Jing Mohao glanced at him with his eyelids slightly raised, and replied seriously, "Still thinking."
"I'll go to Hao.
I'll starve to death by the time you think about it."
"I said I'm going to cook it for you.
You can cook it yourself when you're hungry."
As he spoke, he reached out and threw the mixer on the table.
Jian Qing quickly raised her feet to dodge, and almost had one of her legs amputated alive.
"Hao, forget it if you don't care about me.
Luo Xi was hungry upstairs longer than me."
"Get lost."
Jing Mohao cursed, immediately turned around, took out two eggs from the refrigerator, cracked them into a bowl and quickly crushed them.
Then he took a bowl of drinking water from a porcelain bowl, poured it into the cooking pot together with the beaten eggs, and simmered it over low heat.
Jian Qing saw what he was going to do and asked curiously, "Hao, are you sure Luo Xi likes to eat this?"
"She eats it often."
Jing Mohao confirmed with a look that I understand very well.
After much deliberation, this egg custard is the only one that is quick and easy to make.
Moreover, he has made it for her many times before, and she can finish it every time.
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She seems to like it quite a lot.
You can’t go wrong doing this
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