The setting sun casts long shadows on the buildings and trees, and the sky in the distance is dyed golden and red.

When he came out of the market, Yuan Jia was carrying a bag of ribs and a bag of large prawns.

Naturally, we have to make garlic pork ribs, which is Yuan Hui’s favorite dish and she never gets tired of eating it.

As for the large prawns, Yuan Jia plans to blanch them. Children still like to eat prawns, and this dish is also Qiao Shanshan’s favorite.

Yuan Jia's popularity is currently only in school circles and student circles, and not many people recognize him in the market.

I just feel that this young man has two daughters at such a young age, he is a winner in life.

Then I imagined a scene of a young nanny living with his two daughters. He had to take them to and from school, and also go to the market to buy food and cook home. He was really a role model for a nanny.

Hey, look, this young man was talking to his wife on his mobile phone while buying groceries!

His wife's voice sounds soft and low, but the doting tone when he speaks suggests that he is also a good husband who loves his wife.

The old mothers in the market have first-rate brain supplement skills.

So when I was buying shrimps, the lady boss enthusiastically gave me a few shrimps.

Yuanjia was indeed chatting with Gardenia, because she heard that he was going to cook in person tonight. Gardenia was very interested and wanted to watch him cook live.

Yuan Jia has never cooked before!

Just like he never insisted on running three kilometers every day for a year.

Since he gained more points in the system, he spent a thousand points to buy the "One Hundred Ways to Make Home-cooked Dishes" experience group, so it was as if he had the recipe in his mind, but he hadn't started cooking it yet.

He looked very clear when he got up.

It made Gardenia really think he knew how to cook.

Yuan Hui and Qiao Shanshan followed Yuan Jia, licking ice cream and curiously peeking at Yuan Jia's chat.

Qiao Shanshan whispered: "Yuan Fei, who are you talking to?"

Because Yuanhui told her last time that my brother is your brother, Qiao Shanshan also regarded Yuanjia as her brother, and then enthusiastically shared Duobao with Yuanhui.

Yuan Hui licked the ice cream, smacked her lips and whispered: "He is chatting with his girlfriend."

"What is a girlfriend?"

"He is a girl's friend."

"Oh, are you my girlfriend?"

"Of course, you are also my girlfriend."

The two little luoli bumped into each other happily.

"My brother is so miserable. He has grown so old and only has one girlfriend."

Qiao Shanshan sighed: "I have many girlfriends."

"I have eight girlfriends!" Yuan Hui was unconvinced.

"I have nine girlfriends!" Qiao Shanshan said proudly.

So the two little Luoli counted their girlfriends with their fingers. Eight of them were their common girlfriends. Qiao Shanshan had one more girlfriend than Yuan Hui because she had a girlfriend hidden in her hometown.

"Although I have nine girlfriends, you are the one I love the most."

"Well! Qiao Sansan, you are so kind."

…

Go home and open the door.

Because my parents are not at home, the house is quiet and the lights in the house are not turned on. It is approaching summer and the sun sets relatively late, but it is still very bright on the balcony.

Yuan Hui leaned forward to press the lamp on the wall. Seeing how hard she was working, Yuan Jia lit the lamp and then laughed at her for being a dwarf.

"Humph! I will grow very tall in the future!"

Yuan Hui pulled Qiao Shanshan and ran into the house. Her mother was not at home, so this was their world.

"Ika! Where are you Ika?"

"Meow……"

There was a lazy meow from the balcony, and Yuan Hui and Qiao Shanshan ran over.

Then I saw the little fat cat that had been sunbathing all day on the balcony and was about to melt.

Ika's bones were softened by the sun, and he was too lazy to move, so he let Yuan Hui carry him into the house.

"Ika is so fun, can I trade Duobao with you?"

"No, Duobao can only replace his brother."

Four little hands roamed around the little fat cat, stroking every corner of its body, squeezing its little paws, rubbing its big head, and touching its little balls...

"Meow??"

Ika was no longer soft, and slipped under the bed and could not come out.

Yuan Jia started to prepare the meal. He bought two cups of rice and put it into the pot to cook. Then he thought about how to make garlic pork ribs and blanched prawns.

The job of peeling garlic fell to the stupid sister.

Yuan Hui happily pulled Qiao Shanshan to peel garlic together.

Qiao Shanshan was very surprised. She thought Yuan Hui peeled garlic very quickly. She didn't expect that her deskmate who lived with her day and night could hide such powerful life skills! It felt even better than her own riding the bus!

Seeing the proud look on the stupid sister's face, Yuan Jia remained silent. After more than ten years of peeling garlic work, he finally succeeded in passing the torch to Hui Hui.

In two years, when Huihui has grown taller, I will teach her the skills of washing and cooking rice...

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"I'm picking out shrimp threads."

Yuan Jia was sitting on a small stool with a basin in front of him, holding a toothpick in his hand to pick out shrimp threads.

When I was a kid, I didn’t have this habit of eating shrimp. I didn’t care if it was a shrimp or not. I just peeled off the skin and ate it. But then I saw that other people were picking it, so I gradually started to pick it too. After all, there is indeed a lot of dirt in the shrimp thread. It doesn’t matter if I don’t know.

, after knowing it, if you don’t choose it, it will always taste strange.

Human psychology is always strange. Some people refuse to eat vegetables grown with farmyard manure, but like to eat pig intestines that have been filled with feces. They are like many foreigners who don’t eat offal. If you don’t tell them that this is offal delicacy

, he definitely enjoyed it.

I have been to Guangdong and Guangdong before. The locals eat lean meat porridge with rice intestines. Many outsiders are not used to it because the rice intestines cannot be washed very clean and must be in powder form to taste good.

Including the famous "Douzhier" in Yanjing, it is difficult for outsiders to swallow it.

It is said that people in the north eat salty food, while people in the south eat sweet food. The most famous one is "Is the tofu curd delicious salty or sweet?" And then when it comes to rice dumplings, it's the other way around. People in the north like to eat sweet rice dumplings, while people in the south like to eat sweet rice dumplings.

People eat salty rice dumplings.

It is precisely because of the different dietary differences in different places that China has a splendid food culture with a dazzling array of major cuisines. Some foreigners once wanted to challenge themselves to eat all the Chinese delicacies, but after eating for several years, they still could not taste it.

Yuanjia started cooking.

It was also the first time for Yuan Hui to see her brother cooking. She usually saw him cooking noodles, so she was curious to see how he cooked.

The cooking experience group is stored in Yuanjia's memory like a recipe. When should it be put into the pot, what seasonings should be put in, how much, in what order, when to put it out of the pot, etc., saving Yuanjia the time to figure it out on his own.

Cooking is also an art. Cooking according to standard recipes will naturally have a standard taste, but each family’s method is different, so it has its own ‘taste of home’

Like her mother, she put on a floral apron and rolled up her shirt cuffs to her elbows.

Let’s not talk about the taste of the food. Just the appearance of it, if it were posted on the Internet, it would definitely be ‘a man who can cook is really handsome’

It’s my first time to cook a spoon. Even with the help of an experienced team, I still feel a little unfamiliar. After all, my brain says I know it, but my body still honestly says, you know shit!

He seemed a little confused at first, but thanks to his high physical coordination, Yuan Jia soon got used to the feeling of holding a spoon, and he felt a bit like a man who can cook.

Yuan Jia was frying the ribs with a serious look on his face, and whispered without looking back: "Are you done filming?"

Yuan Hui held his cell phone, like a little photographer, circling around her brother to record videos.

"The photo is ready!"

"Show it to me quickly."

Yuanjia wiped his hands, took the phone, and looked through the video records.

"Hey, where did you go to take pictures..."

"No?"

"...Did you not press the red button?"

"yes."

A few black lines slid down Yuanjia's face, and he took the phone to Huihui to take another picture.

Finally, I took a relatively satisfactory video. Yuanjia nodded happily and sent it to Gardenia.

Gardenia: “That’s amazing!”

Yuanjia: "Uh-huh."
To be continued...