A Cannon Fodder Female Partner To Raise a Cub In The Era Novel

Chapter 208 Batter

Li Jing has rolled out all the dough and put them all on the grate.

 The dough is rolled out into a round shape as big as a palm, even in size and placed neatly.

Li Jing does things just like herself, upright and upright.

 “Mom, put the spatula on, I’ll light the fire!”

Li Jing said "hmm" and saw that the lighter she had used to light the fire was placed on the pot table. She reached out to take it. Jiang Xiaoxin laughed and took it first, then stretched out his hand to hand it to Li Jing.

When he handed it to Li Jing, he thought of something and his eyes rolled.

“Mom, did daddy really give you this lighter? Dad behaved quite well, didn’t he?”

This word "performance" made Li Jing a little confused. She turned around and glanced at Jiang Xiaoxin, who looked particularly smart, and asked: "What does your father need to show?"

If it were Jiang Xiaowen, he would have smiled and remained silent. Although Jiang Xiaoxin had his own small thoughts, he was still outspoken and immediately raised his chin.

“Of course it’s to please mother! Mother, you are my father’s daughter-in-law, and he must not behave well in front of you!”

Li Jing frowned because of Jiang Xiaoxin's words. She wanted to say that Jiang Weiguo didn't need to show off in front of her, but Jiang Xiaoxin said again.

“Mom, you and dad are married. You are the closest people in the world and are husband and wife. Isn’t it normal for dad to behave in front of you?”

Li Jing, who still knew little about "husband and wife", frowned even more tightly. She stopped talking, stretched out her hand to test the temperature on the spatula, and put a piece of cake on it first.

Jiang Xiaoxin's fire was strong, and the pan was thin, so the pancakes were cooked very quickly. Li Jing saw that one side was almost cooked, so she turned it over, and soon the pancakes swelled up.

 “Don’t burn too much!”

The fire is good enough if it is burned to this extent. If it is burned again, it will be scorched.

 Jiang Xiaoxin nodded "Yeah" and filled a lot less firewood into the boiler.

 Li Jing took a few more biscuits and placed them on the spatula one by one. As for the bulging one, she turned it around to make it evenly baked before flipping it over again.

Jiang Xiaowen walked over gently and saw that the pot placed behind was already rolling. He picked up the batter that Li Jing had just prepared and walked over.

It's just that Li Jing is already standing on the pot table, and it's really hard for Jiang Xiaowen to get over.

 “Give it to me, give it to me, brother!”

Jiang Xiaoxin liked to do this kind of thing the most. He stood up from the stool in front of the fire and asked Jiang Xiaowen.

Jiang Xiaowen reluctantly handed over the batter, and he found that he couldn't do any work he wanted to do.

 Watching Jiang Xiaoxin pour the batter into the pot, and seeing that there was no one he needed help with, Jiang Xiaowen turned around and went to the yard.

 First, they looked at the place where they learned to read several times, then picked up the branches and wrote again the names of their family that they had learned yesterday.

 Jiang Xiaowen cherishes this hard-won learning opportunity.

After studying, Jiang Xiaowen picked up his basket and left home when he saw that the vegetables had been watered and the chickens had been fed.

After the work at home is done, he can go outside for a walk.

Wangcai did not follow this time.

Wangcai, who was particularly energetic at night, also knew he was sleepy. When the sleepy Jiang Xiaowen passed by him, he didn't even raise his eyelids.

It was the smell of a familiar little master, and there was no smell of strangers at home. Wangcai slept peacefully.

 The pancakes are cooked very quickly. As long as the pancakes bulge, they will be cooked quickly. Li Jing took the next cooked pancake, put a dough dough on it, and finished baking the pancakes quickly.

Jiang Xiaoxin was looking at the porridge. The batter made from white flour would easily stick to the pot, which would not taste good, so he kept stirring.

 (End of this chapter)