Obviously, I can't ask for any of these things, so I put on my gloves and take a stick to pick them up and throw them aside in the trash can.
Then she took the ungrilled chicken thighs and roast wings on the iron plate and put them on a disposable cutting board, took a knife to cut a few knives on the meat, then opened the spice box, found a few bottles of barbecue seasoning, sprinkled some of them, and took a small broom to spread evenly.
Place the seasoned wings and chicken thighs on the rack.
"Magnetic" The charcoal stove suddenly made a strange noise, and then a large puff of white smoke came out of the crack, and before she could react, it all fell directly into her face.
"Ahem" She took a few steps back, turned and bent over, choking.
"What's wrong?"
I was hugged from behind, and I was picked up and walked to the pool in front of me.
He helped her to sit in the lounge chair, frowned and poured her a glass of juice, and handed it to her mouth, "Drink some water, it will feel better." ” She lifted her eyelids to look at him, nodded weakly, and then lowered her head and took a few sips of the grape juice from her cup.
After drinking it, he did feel much better, and looked at him and said in shock, "I haven't made a barbecue for a long time, and I forgot that if I put the ingredients down, there may be a lot of smoke and I have to walk a few steps away." ” He put the empty quilt in his hand aside on the table, looked at her and asked, "Would you like to have a drink?"
She shook her head.
"I'll roast it, you sit here."
"You" she was not at ease at all, and she looked at him suspiciously and lowered her eyes and muttered, "My daughter and I want to barbecue chicken legs, but we don't want to eat black charcoal chicken legs, so let's forget it." ” He was amused by her.
It's the first time I've been ridiculed and ridiculed like this.
But in terms of making things, it is indeed his weakness.
He held her hand and looked at her face, "Then I'll go there and stand, you can turn it whenever you want, and I'll add whatever you want." “” Her eyes widened in horror, and she could see his face clearly from this distance, the deep features, and the short ink-dyed hair on his forehead, as if God had carved it centuries to make a perfect work.
His heart beat uncompromisingly, and he turned his head and nodded a few times in agreement.
He touched her head like a kitten, looked at her a few more times, and then got up and walked to the barbecue.
She looked at his back in a heartbeat, thinking strangely.
How could he be so nice to her Is he still in love with her?
But if he loved her, why did he readily agree to divorce her that day instead of desperately trying to keep her and beg her for forgiveness She was puzzled.
Becca, this girl has no conscience, and she thinks that the barbecue process is not good or fun at all, so she has already run away, and at this moment she is sitting with Mu Mu at the rainy watermelon vine not far from the iron gate, and the two chatter don't know what to say, and they are very happy.
The two of them were very busy, he was in charge of baking things there, and she was sitting on a stool a few meters away and was in charge of directing when to turn it over and when to add spices.
When the barbecue was finished, the family of four sat down at the lounge table by the pool to eat.
She sat on one side of Mu Mu, and the father and daughter sat across from each other.
Becca was eating there with a big chicken thigh, and her father kept smiling at his daughter, looking at it for a long time before turning back to look at the table, bowing his head and cutting the roast chicken thigh on his plate elegantly, and taking a fork to eat without hurry. oshow7 t1706231537: