Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities

Mo Boyuan didn't say anything, he carefully picked up the packaged shrimp and looked at it, probably looking for instructions.

Unfortunately, there is nothing on it.

"I'll go out and ask, you stay still."

"Ok."

In the yard.

Mo Boyuan asked the staff, but most of them are men, how can I understand this?

"I do not know."

"Brother Mo, I don't know either."

The uncles are at home, either the mother is waiting, or the wife is waiting, the gentleman is far from the kitchen, understand?

Mo Boyuan asked for a while, and finally found a female staff member and asked the way.

Later, when he returned to the place where he had taken the ingredients, he happened to meet the Ye family father and son.

"Uncle Mo early."

"Stone early."

"Director Mo, aren't you number one? Why are you back again?" Ye Hao is good at everything, just talk a little bit.

Mo Boyuan has been used to it since yesterday:

"Come and find some **** onions."

Ye Hao said:

"Does the ink director know **** and green onions?"

How about this prince who really doesn't eat fireworks? You don't know him?

But this time, Ye Hao really made a mistake.

Although Mo Boyuan didn't know this, he still knew it.

Can the Mo family allow their children to make jokes without distinction after they go out?

Under Ye Hao's father and son's eyelids, Mo Boyuan accurately grasped a ginger, a few garlic, and a small handful of green onions. When he passed in front of Ye Hao, he deliberately raised his hand and left.

In Room 5, Mo Boyuan went directly into the kitchen next to him after he returned. The kitchen was also receiving tap water, and he found out the knives, cutting boards, and dishes before they were placed on the table.

Then I started to make ginger, onion and garlic, and when I was done, I found a pot, rinsed with clean water, and then took half a pot of water and put it on the stove and turned it on.

Water and electricity are indeed much more convenient.

At least, you don't need to find Chai He to burn fire or something.

That really is...

I have to thank the country for its poverty alleviation policies in recent years, allowing most rural areas across the country to have access to water and electricity, and the muddy roads that were once difficult to walk are also paved, all with cement roads.

Most of the **** was poured, and a few scallions were thrown into the pot and boiled, shouting towards the house not far away:

"Mo Zhining, bring things here."

Hearing the sound in the room, the little guy quickly took a bag of noodles and a box of shrimps on the table:

"Dad, here."

After Mo Boyuan took it, he put the shrimp on the cutting board, and then used a knife to cut open the box and the vacuumed plastic bag.

There are about ten shrimps in the whole box.

Mo Boyuan also threw down the pot, and then glanced at the time on his wrist.

Don't expect it to taste good or not.

Just cooked anyway.

Don't ask so much.

The little guy is serious about it:

"Dad, when can I cook it?" asked.

As I asked, my saliva almost came out.

I really want to eat, so hungry.

Mo Boyuan rolled his eyes:

"Fifteen minutes later."

It should be almost done.

The little guy broke his fingers and calculated how long it was fifteen minutes, but after a long time, he didn't break it clearly.

Sixty seconds a minute, how many seconds is fifteen minutes?

This is too far beyond my current knowledge.

Seeing that he didn't know it, the villain didn't get entangled anymore, and stood aside obediently and looked at his father.

The corner of Mo Boyuan's mouth was hooked, but he suddenly felt that this was also good.

It feels very different from usual.

Although a bit tiring, it is acceptable.