My Sister is Very Obsessive

After watching the movie, it was almost six o'clock.

The rain had stopped for a while outside the house. Standing on the balcony and looking down, some parts of the dark concrete roads were already dry.

Some old men and old ladies held a fan or a dog who was wearing clothes, and they walked and communicated.

Looking at the distance, I couldn't help stretching, my sister was standing beside me, and my mother was standing beside my sister.

"The air is moist and fresh!" Taking a deep breath, I couldn't help sighing.

"I bought a house here because the greening of this community is well done!" Mom put her hands on the guardrail and looked at the lawn downstairs, Lindao trees and some evergreens cut into various shapes.

"The greening of the villa is better, and each house can have a small yard!" My sister muttered softly.

"What's so good about the villa, you like the villa so much?" Mom asked back looking at her sister.

"The villa has more rooms and more space!"

"There are only three of us, why do we want such a big house?" Mom poked her sister, who looked right, angrily. "Is this house not enough for you to toss?"

"The house is big, there are few people, and it looks deserted!" I agreed with my mother's point of view, and like my mother, the shooter poked my sister's pink and rosy cheeks, "I think our current home is just right."

"Why are you both poking at me!" My sister shook her head in dissatisfaction, "I'm just kidding, really!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

My mom and I couldn't stop laughing at the same time.

In the evening after the rain, the world seemed to have been cleaned, full of a clean spirituality. My sister, my mother, and I stood on the balcony, looking at the old people and children walking downstairs, with a great mood. Relax and chat freely...

Such a picture, I feel that it will become a brain wave that will never disappear...

It wasn't until a bat streaked across the sky that we felt the light had dimmed considerably.

"The street lights downstairs are all on!" Mom patted the railing gently, "It's time for us to make dinner too!"

"Let's go, let's go together!" I reached out and grabbed my sister's tender wrist, then followed my mother to the kitchen.

I took out all the ingredients in the refrigerator, my mother went to prepare the steamed pork, and I put the spare ribs and yam into the high-pressure rice cooker.

"Mom, how many cones of rice?" My sister held a light blue rice-washing basin and dangled it towards her mother Yang.

"Two and a half tubes are enough!"

"OK!" My sister responded briskly.

After a while, she ran into problems again,

"Mom, how much water do you have!"

"Submerge half the back of the hand!"

"receive!"

This should be my sister's first time cooking. Of course, the cooking here is simply referring to washing and cooking rice. After all, she doesn't know how to perform advanced operations like cooking.

After my sister plugged in the power of the smart rice cooker, she started wandering around the kitchen idly.

After I cooked the ribs, I waved to her,

"Sister, bring me the garlic sprouts, thank you!"

"Okay!" My sister ran to the refrigerator, took out the garlic sprouts, squatted by the trash can with me and cleaned them up, and asked her to cut them.

So I took off the apron on my body, wrapped my hands around her slender waist, and after I tied it for her, I fondly touched her forehead with the back of my hand,

"Be careful, be careful not to cut your hands!"

After admonishing her, I went to find other things to do.

Today's dinner is very rich, and it is not much better than the one on the night of the 30th year, except that there is no fish.

The cooking is out of the pot one after another, the rice in the rice cooker is ready, and the ribs in the pressure cooker are out of steam.

Only the steamed pork remains.

"It should be almost in half an hour!" Mom took the lid of the pot and glanced at the steamed pork in the pot.

The apron-wearing sister, holding chopsticks in one hand and a spatula in the other, turned to look at me,

"Brother, what do you think of steaming another hibiscus egg?"

I turned my head to look in the direction of the restaurant, and through the transparent glass sliding door of the kitchen, I looked at the table full of rich dishes, and looked at her uncertainly.

"Will it be too much?"

"It's alright!" Mom put one hand on the kitchen counter, leaned sideways, crossed her feet, with a relaxed smile on her face, "If you want to eat, do it."

With the encouragement of my mother, my sister suddenly became enthusiastic.

She dropped the domestic and chopsticks in her hand, then turned around and ran behind me,

"Brother, please help me wash the pot, I'm going to beat the eggs!" Said, the elder sister pouted her arms and ran to the refrigerator with small steps.

Although a bit speechless, I helped her wash the pot and shovel.

While beating eggs, my sister added the necessary condiments to it.

I put the cleaned spatula and chopsticks in my pocket, and then I heard my sister sigh with a little regret,

"It would be nice if there was minced meat."

After stirring evenly, add a little cold water, then put it in the pot, turn on the fire and steam it.

It doesn't take much time to steam the hibiscus egg, probably when the steamed pork is out of the pot, the hibiscus egg is almost ready.

After that, we sat in the living room with nothing to do, and chatted while watching TV.

After a while of bullshitting from all over the world, until my sister was a little embarrassed by the teasing of my mother and I, she couldn't help but climb on top of me to compete with me, and my mother finally announced that it was time to eat.

I picked up my sister who was lying on top of me and was playing with me, smiled and put her aside, then walked to the kitchen with my mother.

Putting on thermal insulation gloves, I took out the hibiscus egg and steamed pork in the pot. I used chopsticks to pick up the chopped green onion and sprinkled it on the egg, and then I took it to the restaurant.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, my sister couldn't help drooling and frowning,

"I can't stand it anymore!"

Saying that, she held a spoon and a bowl, and stretched out her devil's claws to Hibiscus Egg.

"Wait a minute!"

My mother gently tapped on my sister's hand with chopsticks, and then served a bowl of yam pork ribs soup in front of my sister and I.

"Drink the soup before eating anything else!"

This is my mother's consistent style. It has always been like this since I was a child. Every time I eat with my mother, I always have to drink a hot soup before the meal.

It is also because of her influence that every time I eat soup, if I have soup, I will try to drink soup first, otherwise I will always feel uncomfortable.

On the other hand, my sister has never developed such a habit, which is probably because she only eats what she likes.

After drinking two spoons of soup in a hurry, my sister couldn't wait to reach for the hibiscus egg.

She obviously has a soft spot for the hibiscus eggs she made with her own hands.