My Sister is Very Obsessive

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The mixed eggs were poured into the oil pan, and immediately began to swell, and the fragrant smell was instantly thrown out of the pan.

"Wow!"

My sister exclaimed happily, and then she couldn't wait to use the spatula in her hand to shovel.

"No, wait a minute!"

I reached out to block my sister, then turned the fire down a little.

The mother who was cutting the meat next to me turned around and looked at my sister and I who were standing by the pot. She couldn't help but reminded with concern,

"You two be careful, you got burned by the hot oil splashing on your body."

"Don't worry!" I made an OK gesture to my mother, you know, she went to work before, but I didn't cook less to feed my sister.

Looking at the pot, I saw that the egg had turned golden, so I let go of my sister's little hand,

"Okay, turn it over gently, be careful that the hot oil splashes on your hands."

"Uh-huh!"

The elder sister bit her lip lightly and turned the fried eggs in the pot with a serious face.

I stood by and watched cautiously, for fear that if she made a big move and the hot oil splashed on her hands, it would be one soup and one bubble, and it would be unbearably painful.

Seeing that the eggs in the pot were almost done, I took the water, poured it into the pot, closed the lid and clapped my hands,

"Okay, just wait for the water to boil and put the noodles in it!"

"Is that so?" Sister clapped her hands proudly, "It's quite simple!"

"It's not that difficult, is it?" Looking at her appearance, I couldn't help but chuckle, "It's very simple, and you find it difficult!"

"Disgusting!" My sister patted me in dissatisfaction, "Can you talk!"

At this moment, a thick white mist appeared in the pot next to it, which indicated that the water in the pot was boiling.

So I quickly opened the lid to prevent it from popping out.

The ribs were tossing in the boiling water, and the smell of boiled meat permeated the kitchen.

"Did you pick it up?" I asked my mother.

"Cook for a few more minutes!" Mom replied without looking back.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the water in the other pot also boiled, so my sister immediately couldn't help reaching out to lift the lid of the pot.

"what--!"

Before the lid was lifted, she was the first to let out an exclamation.

My mother and I, who were standing by the side, were startled by her.

"What's the matter, you're not hurt!"

The elder sister shook her head gently, "No, it was burned from a distance by the steam."

"You should turn off the fire first!" Mom put down her work and walked over in a speechless manner, "Show me how it's hot?"

"It's alright!" My sister was full of emotion, and being so concerned by her two closest people, she felt that her life was perfect.

Indeed, there was nothing wrong with my sister's hand, but when she stretched it out, she was scalded by the steam from a distance, and the steam was no more than 60 degrees at most, and she retracted her hand fast enough.

But I still grabbed her scalded little hand uneasy, walked to the pool, and pressed her hand into the cold water.

"Soak more, I'll put the noodles."

Having said that, I walked over and turned down the fire first, and my mother took out a bag of noodles from the cabinet at this time.

There is no need to eat too much at night, half a catty of noodles is more than enough for three people.

After seeing that I finished putting the noodles, my mother continued to cut the meat again.

I picked up the ribs in the pot, put them aside to cool, poured out the water in which the ribs were boiled, and washed the pot again.

At this time, my mother also cut the meat and marinated it.

After washing her hands, my mother looked around in the kitchen,

"Most of it has been completed now, and the rest are scattered, let's do it after dinner!"

"Alright!" I couldn't help but reach out and touch my stomach, "I'm a little hungry!"

"I've been hungry for a long time!" said the elder sister, who was holding her rice bowl, dissatisfied.

"Then eat more!"

I reached out and touched my sister's head, then took the rice bowl from her hand and filled her with fried eggs and noodles.

"Here!" I handed my rice bowl and chopsticks to my sister, "Hurry up and eat, if Miss Shen becomes hungry and thin, I can't afford it."

"Haha!" After my sister took over the rice bowl and Kuai Kuai, she turned around and ran out of the kitchen happily.

"You!" After my sister left, my mother couldn't help but sighed at me, "Why did you give her all the eggs?"

"It's alright, there are so many here!" Then I picked up the remaining egg in the pot and covered the noodles. "Here, Mom, you can eat it too!"

"What about you?" Mom didn't take the job I handed over.

I smiled and pouted at the pot, "There are so many here!"

"I mean fried eggs!"

"Hey, omelettes are not unusual. Besides, I don't like eggs very much. It's not that you don't know."

"Like it or not!" Mom took the rice bowl I handed over, then flipped out the egg and divided half of it into another bowl, "We are half and half, no delay! "

"Okay, one and a half!"

"This is the mother's good baby!"

Having said that, my mother raised her hand and patted my head before leaving the kitchen happily.

My heart is full of sweet satisfaction, and I always feel that such a bland and warm life is like a drug, and it will become addictive after a long time.

And I have no cure...

My sister was sitting on the sofa with a bowl, watching TV while eating, and my mother was sitting at the dining table crying,

"Come here to eat, can't you watch it after eating?"

"no, I do not!"

"Can you be obedient, you are already a big boss, don't do it like a child!"

"Don't don't..."

...

...

The scene and dialogue are exactly the same as in my memory. It turns out that nothing has changed. My mother is still the young mother, my elder sister, and the awkward elder sister.

"If you don't come again, I won't allow you to enter your brother's room tonight."

Finally, the unbearable mother resorted to the killer.

The elder sister settled on the swaying jade legs, turned her head with her rice bowl in her hand, and looked at her mother and asked vaguely,

"Will you let me sleep with my brother when I come over?"

"Unless you can put me in a good mood!" Mom didn't reject her outright, but gave a true and false answer.

"Cut!" My sister curled her lips in disdain, "You want to lie to me again, I'm here, and then you'll say 'It's good to see that I'm not in a bad mood' or something, I won't be fooled, unless you Give me a definite answer."

"Then you can sit over there and eat, my brother and I will sit and eat together."

The mother pulled the stool and sat beside me in a rage, and then brought the noodles to my mouth affectionately,

"Baby, come, open your mouth, Mommy feed you!"

"boom!"

My sister ran over suddenly, put the bowl on the table, and sat across from my mother and I, staring at us angrily.

This is the most troublesome place for her, jealousy never distinguishes the object.