Almighty Dad: I have so many cute babies

Chapter 60 No cooking talent

"What do you know, go ahead and don't disturb the man's business." Han Jianlin said with a straight face.

"Okay, okay, let's talk slowly."

Xu Lan glanced at Han Jianlin angrily, and continued to watch her TV series.

Zhou Yang suppressed a smile on the other end, chatted with Han Jianlin for a few words, and then hung up the phone.

Tomson's first product.

"Are you back?" Han Mo changed the diapers of the cute babies before they had time for breakfast.

"Why are you eating now? It's getting cold." Zhou Yang changed his shoes and walked into the living room, touching the rim of the bowl.

He frowned, "I'll go warm it up for you."

"No, I'm almost full."

Han Mo hurriedly stopped Zhou Yang.

"Next time we have to eat in time, or what if we're starving?" Zhou Yang pinched her little face helplessly.

"I've had milk and I won't starve."

Han Mo muttered.

"I'll punish you next time if you don't eat breakfast."

The corner of Zhou Yang's mouth curled up.

Han Mo blushed, and said angrily, "How dare you!"

"I dare anything." Zhou Yang approached her deliberately.

Han Mo was immediately discouraged, "I don't care about you, the cute babies haven't had milk yet!"

Zhou Yang laughed, thinking about the toy to be released in his mind, and walked all the way to the study.

There is a small workbench in the study, just enough for Zhou Yang to make these gadgets.

He opened a toy company, of course he had to have an image representing the company.

Zhou Yang's heart moved, he found a piece of white paper, and wrote and drew on it.

Soon, the image of a little girl appeared on the paper.

Zhou Yang had studied art before and had the skills to draw, so it was no problem to draw a Q version of a character.

The next thing is to make it.

There were no materials for the new home, so Zhou Yang found an errand and bought some stone clay that children like to play with.

The errands quickly bought what Zhou Yang wanted. Seeing that he was tired and panting from the errands, Zhou Yang directly rewarded a red envelope on the platform.

Zhou Yang washed his hands, sat on the workbench and turned on the lamp.

In an instant, a three-dimensional image appeared in his mind.

Zhou Yang found several boxes of stone plastic clay and acrylic sticks.

Then pull out the steel ruler, pressure plate and hook line pen from the drawer.

As well as tools for making fine small objects, line up pill sticks, carving knives, spatulas, fountain pens, scissors, and finishing touch pens.

Making clay dolls needs to be careful enough, Zhou Yang concentrated all his thoughts on the carving knife in his hand.

Zhou Yang made a rough outline, and then started to make small items.

The most important part of making clay sculptures is the details of clothing and hair.

Zhou Yang took out a part of the soil, pressed it into a thin sheet with a pressure plate, and wrapped it on the doll's body.

Zhou Yang was so absorbed in his work that he didn't even notice when Han Mo came in.

Han Mo put a cup of hot tea next to Zhou Yang, and quietly backed out.

"Wow~"

Si Niu and Wu Niu hugged each other tightly and grinned when they saw Han Mo.

It was also rare for Qi Zai not to cry, sucking his mouth and looking out of the window curiously.

Han Mo's heart softened, and he kissed the cute babies on the cheeks.

One afternoon passed, and in a blink of an eye it was night.

"Be good and don't make noise, mom will cook."

Han Mo couldn't bear to disturb Zhou Yang, so he tiptoed to the kitchen.

What should be done?

Han Mo stood in the kitchen, at a loss.

Since Zhou Yang came, she has never cooked again.

This is the first reason, and the second reason is that Han Mo can't cook.

But Zhou Yang was busy with work, so Han Mo had no choice but to bite the bullet and go into the kitchen.

Han Mo opened the refrigerator and saw the ribs covered with plastic wrap.

Her eyes lit up, or else she would make sweet and sour pork ribs!

Han Mo had seen Zhou Yang make sweet and sour pork ribs, and he had some impressions in his mind.

In order to avoid confusion in his own steps, Han Mo searched the Internet for instructional videos of sweet and sour pork ribs.

"First of all, we need to prepare a clean ribs, pour water into the pot, put the ribs into the pot, put ginger slices to remove the fishy smell..."

Han Mo put the ribs into the pot according to the steps in the video, and boiled.

So far so perfect.

Han Mo jumped for joy.

But the next steps made Han Mo flustered.

"Put oil in the pot, and then..."

Han Mo turned on the fire and poured oil into the pot.

But Han Mo really didn't have any experience in cooking. There were drops of water in the pot, and when the oil was hot, the water droplets exploded and made a crackling sound.

Han Mo was so frightened that he threw the spare ribs into the pot in a panic, and then poured all the prepared tomato sauce and vinegar into the pot.

Oil splashed all over the floor.

Han Mo hurriedly put the lid on the pot, and his voice gradually weakened.

But Zhou Yang was concentrating on carving the puppet in his study, but he didn't hear the sound from outside.

A puff of smoke came out of the pot, Han Mo looked into the pot in fear, carefully opened the lid, and turned over with a shovel.

Afraid that the pot would boil dry, Han Mo poured a cup of water into the pot, and then quickly covered the pot.

"Next, let's cook on high heat for 3 minutes, and then turn to low heat to collect the juice."

The video teacher said with a smile.

Han Mo turned on the fire, and then set an alarm on his phone.

Worried that the pot would not be cooked when the lid was lifted too early, Han Mo sat beside him and waited.

Before 3 minutes had passed, Han Mo smelled a sticky smell.

As if... it came from her pot!
Han Mo hurried forward to remove the lid of the pot in a panic, and it was indeed muddy!
She frantically turned off the fire and turned on the smoking machine.

The ribs inside have long been mushy, and black smoke is coming out of Zila Zila.

Can't see what she's trying to do.

"My god, what does this taste like..."

Han Paopao happened to come back from the outside, but when he got to the door, he smelled a strange smell.

Could it be someone's fryer?
She held her nose and walked in suspiciously, and was shocked to find that the smell came from her own home!

She was so scared that she ran to the kitchen as soon as she entered the door, only to see that it was Han Mo who was cooking.

At this time, Han Mo was coughing, and at the same time took out the contents with a spatula.

"Hahahaha, sister, are you cooking dark food?"

Han Paopao looked at the dark things in the pot and laughed mercilessly.

"Bubble!"

Han Mo spoke angrily.

"Okay, I'm not smiling anymore."

Han Paopao hurriedly covered his mouth, but his trembling shoulders and crescent-shaped eyes were revealing a message of ridicule.

"Laugh again and you'll eat it all!"

Han Mo poured the food on the plate in shame, and placed it heavily in front of Han Paopao.

"what……"

Han Paopao's face suddenly drooped.

"Sister, I was wrong..." She looked up at Han Mo pitifully.

She doesn't want to eat the meal made by her sister anymore!

There was also that black mass, the original ingredients could not be seen at all, and Han Paopao felt a chill when he saw it.

This mouthful will definitely last three days and three nights!

"Forget it, I will forgive you this time."

Han Mo spoke fiercely.

Looking at the messy food in front of him, Han Mo was a little discouraged.

She clearly followed the steps in the recipe, but why did she fail?
Maybe she really doesn't have the talent to cook.

"What's the matter? Why is there a smell of smoke?"

Zhou Yang had just finished work and was about to go out to cook, but he smelled a choking smell of cigarettes in the living room.

He subconsciously covered his nose.

What's mushy?
"Brother-in-law, sister is cooking!"

Han Paopao breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to Zhou Yang's side.

"Momo is cooking?"

Zhou Yang was startled.

He seemed to remember the last time he saw Han Mo cooking, and he threw the bowl down to cook.

"That's right, go over and have a look, my sister just needs a helper to taste the taste!"

Han Mo smiled and pushed Zhou Yang to the kitchen.

"How did you come……"

Han Mo looked up and saw Zhou Yang, guilty of hiding the meal he just made behind his back.

"Bubble said you were cooking, let me take a look."

Zhou Yang glanced, and saw a black corner exposed from the porcelain plate that Han Mo had hidden.

What does this do?
"There's nothing to see, you go out first." Han Mo said pretending to be calm.

"I just want to take a look, without losing a piece of meat."

He couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Han Mo blushed, more determined not to let Zhou Yang see her cooking.

"Let me see what you did."

Zhou Yang stretched out his hand to take away what Han Mo had hidden, but Han Mo kept it hidden to prevent Zhou Yang from seeing it.

"I won't show you!"

Han Mo opened her mouth in shame, and dumped the food into the trash can while Zhou Yang was not paying attention.

"Now you can't see it."

Han Mo raised his head, pouted and spoke.

actually fell...

Han Paopao felt a little regretful.

I haven't let my brother-in-law see it yet!

"You..." Zhou Yang smiled and shook his head. There was nothing he could do with Han Mo, "If you want to learn, just ask me to teach you next time."

"Yes, yes, my brother-in-law knows how to cook. It's better to show up and teach than to watch the tutorial!"

Han Paopao's eyes lit up, and he spoke excitedly.

"Then why don't you taste it for me first?" Han Mo snorted softly.

Han Paopao shook his head like a rattle, and said tremblingly, "No, no, no, I think cooking... leave it to my brother-in-law!"

She didn't forget that Han Mo fried her eggs before, but the bottom of the pan was burnt.

Take a bite, and you will probably be promoted to immortality!
The brother-in-law is simply an immortal who came to rescue them!

At least she doesn't have to eat the dark dishes made by her sister anymore.

It's just that Han Paopao couldn't figure something out, isn't his brother-in-law at home?Why is the old lady still cooking?

"How can you ask your brother-in-law to do everything..."

Han Mo muttered.

Zhou Yang raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to learn how to cook?"

"I..." Han Mo bit his lower lip and nodded hesitantly, "I think so."

Especially when he saw that Zhou Yang knew everything, this idea became stronger.

"Okay, I'll teach you."

Zhou Yang smiled.

"No, sister, do you really want to learn to cook?!" Han Paopao widened his eyes in shock.

Can this... be eaten?

"do not trust me?"

Han Mo frowned slightly, curling his lips in dissatisfaction.

Is she that unreliable?"

Of course I don't believe it!

After learning to cook for so long, the only thing I have successfully done is cooking instant noodles!

How could she trust Han Mo!

Han Paopao wailed in his heart, but he had to smile again, "I believe it, why don't I believe it!"

She was miserable.

Will it be my sister who cooks in the future?

Han Mo's cooking is like a disaster movie.

(End of this chapter)