Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character is a Squeamish Bag

When you lift the pot, the heat is not evenly distributed on the pancakes.

A few cakes were made, and the fish fillet porridge that had been cooked in the casserole was also ready and steaming.

Su Nuo walked over, stretched out her hand and sprinkled onions and coriander outside, held it with a rag, and placed it on the table.

Zhou finished pruning the flower branches and was about to help in the kitchen, but she saw that Su Nuo had already prepared breakfast and the smell filled the room.

Zhou's face was full of surprise and astonishment, "Nuo Nuo, you actually made breakfast."

My husband has always said that Su Nuo has extraordinary talent, but the child has been unwilling to learn it since he was a child.

In addition, sometimes, when she sees her children working hard, she won't let them study.

So, this is it, three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, and I have learned nothing yet.

As soon as the husband left, the mother and daughter felt that the sky was about to collapse, both left and right.

Now, when Mrs. Zhou saw that Su Nuo could not complain at all, she started busy in the kitchen with a look of joy on her face.

She walked up to Su Nuo, looked at the pancakes and fish fillet porridge on the table, and nodded.

"It's done in a stylish way, really good."

Mrs. Zhou praised Su Nuo loudly and looked at Su Nuo's eyes as if they were filled with stars.

"Mom, eat."

Su Nuo smiled softly and her voice was sweet.

He reached for a pancake and handed it to Mr. Zhou.

Zhou took it in surprise and took a bite. It was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and the filling tasted extremely fragrant.

After one sip, several flavors blend together in your mouth.

"Nuo Nuo, your cake is pretty good. It's as good as your father's."

Mrs. Zhou praised and nodded with satisfaction.

Because she didn't eat enough, even though the cake wasn't very big, Zhou couldn't finish it.

I only ate most of one and couldn't eat anymore.

"Mom is drinking some porridge."

As he spoke, Mrs. Zhou filled a small bowl of porridge and drank it slowly.

"Mom, if you can't eat it, forget it."

Su Nuo stretched out her hand and stopped Zhou.

After being discovered, Mrs. Zhou felt a little embarrassed. She smiled dryly and put down the spoon again.

"Actually, Nuo Nuo is pretty good like this. Your father, Izumi Izhi, will also be happy."

Mrs. Zhou comforted her, mainly because she felt that what Nuo Nuo was doing now was enough to get married and serve her parents-in-law.

This cooking skill is absolutely impossible to fault.

Su Nuo said nothing and nodded slightly.

she knows

This is not enough, not at all.

If she wants to keep this secret skill of imperial cuisine, she will definitely not be able to keep it in her current condition, and Su Da's family is eyeing it.

This time they didn't take away the secret skill of the royal meal, and they will think of ways to do it later.

If you want to stay well, your basic skills must be in place.

Su Nuo thought while eating pancakes.

This pancake was made because my wrist strength was not very good.

Although she is not the original owner and does not have much strength in her hands, if she wants to stir up the pot, it will definitely not work.

And although she has strength in her hands, she still lacks something after all, such as... lack of skill. When she stirs the pot, sometimes she uses too much force, and sometimes the time is not right, so the pancakes are not as hot as they should be. not enough.

Not even at all.

The texture in my mouth was also a bit of a failure.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Zhou did not continue to disturb her. She sighed softly and went out.

After Su Nuo finished eating a piece of cake without saying a word, she took the fish fillet porridge and drank it.

The shredded chicken and millet porridge made by Zhou last night was a world away.

The fish she made was broken into pieces and the rice grains seemed to be rotten, but the texture was not smooth and even had a fishy smell.

After just two bites, Su Nuo no longer had the urge to continue eating.

She opened her big watery eyes and looked around the kitchen, and finally her eyes fell on an iron pot in a corner somewhere.

Su Nuo stood up and walked over.

Inside the stove, chopped firewood was burning, a blazing flame.

Su Nuo placed the large iron pot on the stove and poured half a bag of sand into it.

Open a book and fry the sand.

As the flame burned, steam began to rise around the big iron pot.

At about the same time, Su Nuo held the handle and waited hard.

A stir of the pot.

The sand in the big iron pot also started to stir.

Zhou came back and forth several times, and every time she came, she saw Su Nuo still throwing the big iron pot.

The porcelain white face was flushed with smoke, and the sweat on his forehead was falling drop by drop.

From a distance, Mrs. Zhou could see that her white and tender hands were also stained red.

Mrs. Zhou felt so distressed when she saw her. She came here with tears and left with tears.

This continued for half a month, and Su Nuo was still frying sand in the iron pot in the kitchen.

Every night, Ms. Zhou would carefully pick out the blisters on her fingers, apply ointment on her, wrap them carefully, and let her sleep well.

Su Nuo basically does this every day. From the beginning he was unable to do what he wanted to do, to now he is used to it.

Seeing Zhou's tears about to flow down again, Su Nuo hurriedly said, "Mom, let's go to the back mountain to pick chestnuts tomorrow."

"Go to the back mountain to pick chestnuts for whatever you want. If you like them, my mother will go to the street and buy them for you. They will be prepared and put into your mouth to eat."

After hearing what she said, Mr. Zhou did not agree. Although their family was not as wealthy as before, they could not afford to buy chestnuts.

No need to go to the mountains to pick it yourself.

"mother……"

Su Nuo shouted helplessly after hearing what she said.

"Good boy, it's too dangerous outside, especially in this mountain. There are no jackals, tigers or leopards. Be obedient and we won't go."

Mrs. Zhou patted Su Nuo on the shoulder reassuringly, with a slight smile on her lips.

Su Nuo nodded, "Then buy me some raw chestnuts. When I fry the casserole, I can fry the chestnuts."

Zhou didn't want to go back to the mountain anymore and nodded hurriedly.

"OK."

In the next few days, the fragrance of chestnuts could always be smelled above the Su family's small yard.

No matter how far or near you are, you can smell the fragrance.

People living around thought that roasted chestnuts were going on, so they hurriedly went out to see who was selling roasted chestnuts.

But always come back disappointed.

For many days, the neighbors living around Su's house were troubled by this scent.

"Whose family is roasting chestnuts all day long and not allowing anyone to live?"

Su Nuo continued to stir-fry in the kitchen when he suddenly heard the explosion and was startled, but his men didn't make any move.

Still turning the pot and shaking the spoon evenly, the brown chestnuts floated in the sand, and the heat was just right, exuding bursts of charming fragrance.

After frying, Su Nuo put out the fire and looked at Mrs. Zhou who was peeling chestnuts to eat.

"Mom, please stop eating. There are bubbles on your mouth."