"Okay, okay." Xian'er smiled slightly and touched her head, "My little man is the best! So, did your omelet succeed?"

"Here!" Luo Xiaoman took out an fried egg from behind.

Xian'er glanced at the omelet with low eyes, and was startled slightly. Although this omelet is a little different, and a bit unbroken, it is also an omelet made by Xiaoman.

She reached out her hand, tore off a piece of egg, and put it in her mouth.

"Mother, how is it? Can you still eat it?" Luo Xiaoman looked at Xian'er expectantly.

Xian'er aftertastes, nodded, "Well, it's delicious and sweet!"

"Sweet?" Luo Xiaoman frowned, tilted his head, "I put salt, how can it be sweet?

"Puff!" Xian'er laughed, and scraped the tip of Luo Xiaoman's nose fondly, "Well, that's all for today's omelette. Next, I should cook for our Xiaoman. Order something delicious."

"Okay!" Luo Xiaoman's eyes lit up, so that she could observe how Xian'er cooks and steal the teacher from it.

Xian'er stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and walked to the kitchen like a general on the battlefield.

Having said that, both Qinghen and Tsing Yi inherited the same talents as hers. Why didn't Xiaoman inherit any cooking skills?

She shook her head with a wry smile. Maybe Xiaoman's talent is too bad. If she even had such a good cooking skill, she would be really angry.

"Little six, little seven!" Xian'er called out.

"Come on!"

"Prepare eggs and light fire!"

"okay!"

Xiao Liu ran to get the eggs, and Xiao Qi made a fire.

Luo Xiaoman moved over a small stool and sat while watching the performance of Mother Xian'er.

In order to save trouble, she specially asked Chi Chi to light herself a fire, but she accidentally used too much force and almost didn't blow up the kitchen.

It seems that if you want to make delicious food, you still have to work hard and make a fire yourself.

"Yuan, how did you learn barbecue in the first place?" Luo Xiaoman turned his head and looked at Mo Yuan with admiration. "I thought barbecue or something was simple, but today I discovered that it is not simple at all."

"It's the same as you." Mo Yuan said lightly: "Continuously failing, constantly trying, and finally succeeding."

"Really?" Luo Xiaoman frowned and didn't think deeply, thinking that although Mo Yuan would fail, he should succeed soon.

However, she didn't know how many times Mo Yuan was scalded to control the heat, and how many half-baked barbecues he ate?

There are many things you don't know...

However, I cannot tell you everything.

"Xiaoman!" At this moment, Xian'er's voice sounded, "Fried eggs, there is one important point to remember. There is no more or less oil. If there is more, it is fried, and if it is less, it is mashed egg."

"understand!"

"Also, the flame of three sticks of wood is the most suitable. Remember to turn back and forth, don't rush, and don't be too slack."

"Ok!"

Xian'er stood in the kitchen like a general on the battlefield.

Cai is her enemy, and fire is her soldier. A contest between Cai and fire was staged.

In a short while, a perfect omelette was formed in Xian'er's hands.

"Wow, mother, your fried egg looks so good, and it's delicious!!" Luo Xiaoman's eyes glowed, and she had an appetite looking at this egg, and she couldn't help but look disgusted when she looked at her own fried egg.

Alas, comparing cooking with a mother is really like autism!