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Gu Luoyao didn't move, she stared at the pot next to her wonderingly, "What is this?"

What?

Yu Huan fished out the deep-fried dough sticks to control the oil, quickly put in two more, and then looked over to Gu Luoyao.

The aroma of the shrimp oil in the casserole is intertwined with the rice aroma and continues to overflow. Although it is suppressed by the oil, it can still be smelled when you get close.

Intense, delicious, smelling appetizing.

But this pot of hot oil is still rolling here, can you take the child away first! ! !

Yu Huan was about to collapse, it was the first time that Teacher Gu's unhurried temper was so irritating.

"An'an, go wash your hands and prepare to eat." The older one didn't dare to command, so Yu Huan could only coax the younger one out first.

Fortunately, kid An An was sensible, so he nodded obediently and moved the stool to wash his hands.

As for the big...

"Mr. Gu, can you help me taste the cold dishes over there? See how it tastes."

The sound of footsteps, the sound of holding chopsticks, paused for a while, and Teacher Gu gave an evaluation.

"Well, it's delicious."

"Then serve it on the table, my side will be ready soon."

"Okay, you pay attention to safety, be careful not to burn."

If you know it's hot, you can put one or two to the side of the pot!

Yu Huan wanted to cry without tears, so he aimed his chopsticks at the wrist of the fried dough stick and poked it in a circle and a half in the frying pan.

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Chapter 8 008

The first time Yu Huan felt that he was not as good as a three-year-old child was when he discovered that An An was watching bilingual animation.

In the afternoon, Gu Luoyao was going to give piano lessons to the children in the training class, and adjusted the TV for An An before leaving the house.Yu Huan was busy cleaning and didn't pay attention, so he went up to the attic with a bucket and a rag.

The attic is simply Yu Huan's nightmare.

The wooden handle, which was as high as the back of the sofa, was glowing coldly, and seemed to be mocking her fiercely: stupid human beings, I can't even reach my height.

As soon as I saw this, I would think of Mr. Gu's long legs that could touch his forehead with a casual lift, and the helplessness of sitting on the ground and complaining that the soles of his feet were not working well every day, and I would think of the torn legs. Feeling the pain, you will think of the embarrassment that you almost couldn't get out of bed the next morning.

In short, seeing this thing will not have a good mood.

Behind the handle is a large mirror, and the entire attic scene is printed in the mirror. When Yu Huan looks up, he can see his loveless face. His mood index plummets, and he can't wait to break this thing with his palm.

But is it possible?

Not to mention that this thing is related to Mr. Gu's job, just judging from its diameter thicker than his own small arm, it will definitely not be the one that breaks with this palm.

The ancients said: Endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to broaden the sea and the sky.If you hit a stone, you need to wrap it with cloth, and if you can't beat an enemy, turn him into a friend.

Yu Huan couldn't remember which ancient person said this, but it sounded reasonable anyway.

In addition to the deadly height of the handle, another thing that gave Yu Huan a headache was Teacher Gu's nearly two walls of books.

As a scumbag, Yu Huan was very qualified.

Sleeping in class and playing after class, sleepy while reading, restless during holidays, unable to remember formulas in texts, confused when asking questions, and blind to exams.

It's not that Yu Huan doesn't like to study, it's that he is really innate and can't understand at all.

Think about it, being placed in an environment where you don't understand anything, information entering your brain turns into question marks, who can not feel sleepy?

Yu Huan figured it out as early as her sophomore year of high school. She was not the material for reading.

She likes to cook and seems to have a bit of talent for it.It may be that she has been with her father since she was a child, and she has engraved many things into her habits. The tomato egg noodles she made on the stove for the first time won her father's praise one after another.

The ingredients are suitable and the heat is appropriate. It can't be said to be perfect, but when you take it out, no one will believe that this is the first time you cook it.

At that time, Yu Huan was only ten years old.

Yu Huan felt that all her talent points might have been added to kitchen-related skills.

There are not many serious college students in the small town. They are either vocational or junior colleges. Everyone sends their children to school not to pursue high academic qualifications, but to master a skill.In this regard, Yu Huan's first step was early enough.

She discussed with her father that she would not take the college entrance examination, and she would go to a technical school after graduating from high school to learn cooking.

When she becomes a chef in the future, she will open a restaurant in the city and bring her father to live in the city.

After spending a lifetime around the pot, Yu's father didn't really want his daughter to follow this path.But compared to other skills, Yu Huan is indeed a bit talented in this.People in small towns don't have such big ideals, they can live in peace and comfort for a lifetime without worrying about food and clothing.

So Father Yu quickly agreed to Yu Huan's proposal.Every time Yu Huan comes home on weekends, Father Yu will teach her some new dishes and tell her some tricks.

Yu Huan is indeed talented, but no one would have imagined that accidents always come so suddenly, so people are caught off guard.Before Dad taught her all his skills, he was already admitted to the hospital.

This stay is two years.

Yu Huan couldn't wait until his father was discharged from the hospital, but he slowly learned to accept it in the past two years.She accepted the fact that her father left, accepted the attitude of her aunts who didn't value blood relationship so much, accepted everything that reality gave her, packed her luggage and left the town.