Before everyone could react, Fang's mother's identity as a dark cooking chef was exposed.
Fang's father couldn't bear to look directly at the side, looked at his wife's bewildered face distressedly, sighed deeply in his heart, and sighed deeply for his incompetent son who exposed his mother's true face.
Now Fang Ke is eighteen years old, and they have been married for nearly twenty years. The fact that Fang's mother does not cook well has never been discovered by anyone.
Father Fang was the first to discover it. Both of them came from extraordinary family backgrounds. Since they were young, they always opened their mouths and stretched out their clothes. There was a chef around, and they never had to cook by themselves. Qi Xiang said that she would cook a meal for him. It was her first time cooking. Under the guidance of the chef at home, she confidently brought it to Fang's father.
Fang's father had diarrhea all night that day, and almost called the emergency number.
Later, he used the excuse that he felt sorry for his girlfriend, and never let his mother cook again.
After getting married, Fang's mother's enthusiasm for cooking has ignited instead. She often goes to the kitchen to ask the chef how to make various dishes. I don't know if it is because of a woman's intuition. In order to prevent other people from discovering his wife's small characteristics, and to prevent Fang's mother from being sad, Fang's father is always obliged to be a dish tester. As for the chef, he also gave a large bonus as a substitute. hush money.
But now, the secret he had kept for nearly twenty years was exposed by his second son.
Father Fang walked over and patted his wife on the shoulder comfortingly.
Mother Fang turned her head to look at him aggrievedly: "Really... is it really hard to eat?"
The husband is the only one who has eaten her cooking and the only one who can give her the answer.
Facing his wife's expectant and worried eyes, Fang's father thought for a while and nodded heavily.
Mother Fang was stunned, her eyes were red, her tears were rolling, and she was on the verge of falling. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't expect other people to eat it either." Father Fang smiled wryly.
Fang Huai: "Okay, okay, mom, don't blame my dad, why don't you come and think about how to save this fish."
For Fang Huai, this fish is of great significance, but the fish that the three brothers caught together with their concerted efforts, now only has a fish head left, which makes him unwilling to think about it.
"Flour has been mixed with fish, and they can't be distinguished." Fang Ke held his forehead and couldn't help asking: "Mom, you want to make fish balls, how did you come up with the idea of mixing flour and fish?"
"Isn't that how it was done?" Mother Fang's eyes widened in surprise: "First chop the fish into minced meat, then wrap it in flour, and then fry it in the pan."
Fang Huai went crazy: "Then at least let him be a ball!"
"..."
Mother Fang blinked her eyes, and finally realized what step she had overlooked, she exclaimed and covered her mouth.
She remembered that the chef taught me to beat the fish into minced meat, then form it into a ball, wrap it in flour, and fry it in a pan!
But... But now... She looked at the big basin almost full of flour, and buried her face in her husband's arms embarrassingly.
"It's such a pity to waste it." Fang Huai murmured, "The fish we have spent so much time catching can't just be wasted like this?"
This fish was full of his hard work, if it was wasted like this, Fang Huai would feel so sad that he would faint.
He muttered softly, went outside with the washbasin, put the washbasin on the stool, sat opposite him, and sighed.
Fang Yan ran to his side curiously, squatted beside him and looked at him eagerly, waiting for him to come up with a solution.
I wasted a few drops of nutrient solution for this fish, but I can't forget it so easily!
After thinking for a long time, Fang Huai said with a sad face: "Yan Yan, tell me, are the fish cakes delicious?"
"Fish pie?"
Before Fang Yan could give an answer, Fang Huai vetoed it himself: "This fish is not enough to make cake fillings." He sighed and said, "It would be great if I could have a few more fish."
Fang Yan blinked, and immediately thought of his anger space.
But he quickly realized that there were a lot of vegetables in his space, he also drank a lot of chicken, duck, beef, sheep and pigs, and he had all kinds of meat, but no fish.
He had thought about digging a fish pond before, but somehow he forgot about it later.
Fang Yan thought for a while, and called Xiaobai's name in his heart.
Xiaobai immediately responded to him: "What's the matter? Master?"
"Xiaobai, can we dig a fish pond in our space?"
"Fish pond?" Xiaobai scratched his head and said, "It is possible."
"That's great." Fang Yan rolled his eyes with a smile, and he did it when he thought of it, and immediately said: "Then please Xiaobai, help me dig a hole as big as a fish pond."
noob:"… "
Did it shoot itself in the foot with a rock!
But the master has spoken, and it, the smart housekeeper, has no reason to refuse. Xiaobai barked twice, and quickly followed what he said, turning his head and digging a hole on the ground.
The fish pond in the space has been solved, but the fish meat outside has not been solved yet.
Fang Yan also sighed together.
"I'm here to look for it." Fang Huai searched again with his mobile phone in his arms: "What can be put together with fish."
While searching, he muttered in a low voice: "But even if we find it, there is nothing here. Even if I can do it, there is nothing I can do."
Fang Yan blinked, wondering if he should tell him about his magical space.
He told his mother and elder brother about his space, but he hasn't told his second brother yet. Fang Yan hesitated: Mom said that the less people know about the existence of his space, the better, so he can't tell his grandparents, oh, the second brother is also within the scope of not being able to tell.
But seeing the second brother's entanglement, Fang Yan hesitated again.
Before he could come up with a decision, Fang Huai suddenly heard an excited "ah", as if he had a solution.
He raised his head and saw Fang Huai looking around in the yard.
I found the wild vegetables I picked in the morning, the sausages hanging under the eaves, went to the kitchen again, and secretly took out the piece of tofu I bought earlier.
He washed all the ingredients, chopped them into fine pieces, and finally poured them all into a large basin.
While stirring, Fang Huai said righteously: "No matter what, in the end it will definitely taste better than plain bread."
Fang Yan: "..."
He lowered his head and glanced at the big pot, it was red and green, and it wasn't ugly at all.
But... but Fang Yan felt inexplicably that his second brother seemed to have the potential to be a chef of dark cuisine