Doctor Jiang Struggles To Survive Every Day

   Chapter 732

  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 and don't move."

"Um."

  In the yard.

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

"I have no idea."

   "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 away from the kitchen, understand?

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

   Then he returned to the place where he took the ingredients before, and happened to meet the Ye family father and son.

   "Uncle Mo early."

   "The stone is 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?"

  What about the prince who really does not eat the fireworks in the world, shouldn’t you know him?

   This time, Ye Hao really made a mistake.

  Mo Boyuan doesn’t know how to do this, but he still knows it.

  Can the Mo family allow their children to go out without distinction of making jokes?

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

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

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

  There are water and electricity, which is indeed much more convenient.

  At least, you don’t need to find Chai He 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. The muddy roads that were once difficult to walk are also paved, and they are all cement roads.

   Poured most of the ginger, and a few scallions were thrown into the pot and boiled, and shouted to the house not far away:

   "Mo Zhining, bring things here."

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

   "Dad, here."

  Mo Boyuan took it, put the shrimp on the cutting board, and then used a knife to cut open the box and the plastic bag with a vacuum inside.

  Roughly counted there are about ten shrimps in the whole box.

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

  If it tastes good, don’t expect it.

  It's cooked anyway.

  Not so many requirements.

  The little guy is serious about it:

   "Dad, when can I cook it?" asked.

   asked, the saliva almost came out.

  I really want to eat, so hungry.

  Mo Boyuan rolled his eyes:

   "Fifteen minutes later."

   should be almost there.

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

  One minute and sixty seconds, how many seconds is fifteen minutes?

  This is too far beyond my current knowledge.

  Seeing that it is not clear, the villain is no longer tangled, and stands aside obediently and looks at Dad.

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

  It feels very different from usual.

  Although it is tiring, it is acceptable.

  (End of this chapter)