My Sister is Very Obsessive: Chapter 427 : Tidy up the kitchen

The sound of "ding ding dong dong" suddenly sounded in the bathroom, and my sister and I, who were kissing, were shocked.

"What, what's the sound?" The elder sister who was pressed by me on the sink looked at me in panic.

I also looked left and right with a rapid heartbeat, a pink tooth cup was rolling on the ground, so I instantly understood that it was when I was kissing my sister just now that I pushed her a little too hard, and I accidentally pushed her too hard. She touched the tooth cup on the table with her hand and touched the ground.

"It's alright!" I shook my head with a smile, reached out and lightly tapped her red mouth that was bitten by me, "It's just that the cup of teeth fell off."

Saying that, I let go of my sister and picked up the tooth cup on the ground.

At this time, the door of the bathroom was knocked,

"Hey, what are you two doing in there, it's making a bang!"

Mom came from outside the door with a slightly confused voice.

"It's nothing!" I shouted out of the door with some guilty conscience, "The tooth cup accidentally fell to the ground."

"Oh!" Mom replied, "You two should come out quickly and help clean up the kitchen, I can be busy by myself!"

"Okay, okay!" I answered loudly, then reached out and gently rubbed my sister's lips, whispering in her ear,

"I'll go out first, you wait until your lips are less red, okay?"

My sister nodded obediently, I slapped her forehead in satisfaction, stroked her face, and looked at her dotingly,

"It's so cute!"

After discussing it with my sister, I hurried out of the bathroom.

My mother has changed into the suspender nightdress with a sling neck and is standing on the kitchen stove, sorting out the things I bought from the supermarket today.

I walked into the kitchen, stood beside my mother, and reached out to tidy up with her.

"Where's your sister?"

"The hair is still a little dry." I pretended to be relaxed. "You know, her hair is long and dense."

"Why do you explain so much to me?"

Mom stopped picking vegetables in her hands and turned her head to look at me with a mocking smile on her face.

"I..." I was at a loss for words, and after a pause, I continued to explain, "Didn't I want to make it clear to you!"

"Oh!" Mom turned around, nodding her head and continuing to pick vegetables, "It seems that I misunderstood something!"

Hearing her say that, my face was so hot as fire.

After that, the two of us have been silently doing our own things, basically not talking much, even if it is necessary to communicate, it will stop at the end.

The atmosphere seemed a little quiet, but it didn't make people feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. On the contrary, the feeling of doing housework with family members was filled with a touch of warmth that belongs to home.

The silence was not broken until the appearance of my sister.

My sister also put on pajamas of the same style as my mother. I remember that my mother and sister bought this pajamas together, but the difference is that my sister sold it and chose a short skirt, while my mother chose a long skirt. .

Looking at my sister's big white legs swaying alternately, I couldn't help but think about how it would feel if I pillowed on it?

"Mom, what are we going to eat tonight?"

My sister walked over to me without any scruples, her body was close to me, her jade hand rested on the stove, and she watched my mother ask carelessly.

"What do you want to eat?"

Mom lifted the bag containing the green beans, turned her head to look at her sister, and handed over the bag in her hand.

"Take it and put it in the refrigerator."

My sister took the bag and didn't move. Instead, she lightly lit her pink and rosy lips, thinking about what to have for dinner.

"Brother, what do you want to eat?"

After thinking about it for a long time, my sister finally left the question to me.

"I'm whatever!"

"Let me eat it for you below!" Mom lowered her head and picked up the frozen chicken thighs on a plate.

"puff--"

However, after listening to my mother's words, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I was dirty, I admit, and I thought of another ambiguity in this statement.

However, when I smiled, my sister couldn't help laughing. Obviously, she also thought of the layer of ambiguity that I thought of.

After hearing the laughter, my mother wanted to understand the problem in her words, and her pretty face suddenly turned red with a swish, and it was even redder than in the elevator before.

"Stinky boy, why are you laughing, who taught you this, don't learn it well in a day!"

My mother raised her hand and hit me in a fit of anger, and then angrily glared at my sister, who was also smiling from ear to ear,

"Why don't you put things in the refrigerator soon!"

"Go now, go now!"

My sister covered her stomach with one hand and a plastic bag with the other, smiling and walking towards the large refrigerator with double doors.

It is enough to joke for a while. The teacher catches a joke and doesn't let it go. In the end, not only can he not get more happiness, but it will make both sides very embarrassed.

So after laughing for a while, I restrained my smile and started to concentrate on doing things.

"Mom, is this yam peeled?"

I held the yam **** in a plastic bag and asked my mother.

"Put the yam to the side and chop up the ribs for me. I'll soak it in boiling water later!"

"Okay!" I nodded and handed the yam to my sister who was about to beat the egg with a bowl. "Sister, help me get it to the kitchen over there!"

"Okay!" My sister put down the bowl, took the yam and ran away.

I took out the champagne and the thick-backed machete from the cupboard on the side, and took out the spareribs in the bag. After washing it, I pressed it on the champagne and started chopping.

According to my mother's instructions, I chopped the ribs into small pieces, then added water to the pot, put the ribs in after turning on the fire, and closed the lid.

After the yam was finished, my sister continued to run back to beat eggs, because my mother said she wanted to cook noodles for us, and my sister said she wanted to eat fried eggs and boiled noodles.

"Do you put salt?"

My sister looked at me, holding chopsticks in her hands, constantly holding them in the bowl.

"Let it go!"

"What about the oil?"

"No more oil!"

"Chicken essence?"

"Don't let it go!"

My sister doesn't even know how to fry an egg. I guess she can't do anything other than make instant noodles.

The eggs are beaten, but my mother is busy cleaning the pork belly, and then slicing it. Tonight, I put salt and cooking wine to develop it, and tomorrow I will steam it with steamed pork powder.

So, I took the initiative to undertake the task of frying eggs.

Some people use canola oil to fry eggs, but I prefer lard fried eggs because I always feel that lard has a taste that canola oil doesn't have, especially when cooking noodles or soups.