Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 402 Changing Every Day (Fourth)

He pointed to the large basin at his feet.

"At the time by the pond, didn't Qing'er want to make sausages?"

"I followed the method you said and immersed the large intestine in brine, do you see it?" he asked.

Following his guidance, Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell on the large basin at the feet of the two.

The brine in the big pot is what she uses to make dried tofu.

A large pot of brine will not spoil for a few months.

She squatted down, picked up the chopsticks on the side, and stirred it.

Satisfied eyes narrowed.

"Tangyazi, the skills you have learned and used now are first-class!"

Luo Fengtang scratched his head and grinned.

She immediately put down her chopsticks and stood up.

"The large intestine is soaked like this, and then it is made into sausage."

she said.

"Where is the small intestine?"

Luo Fengtang hurried to a corner and uncovered the bamboo sieve that was illuminated on the wooden basin.

"According to your instructions, the large and small intestines have been cleaned up and separated!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing looked at her small intestine again.

Roots are milky white and translucent.

The faint scent of wine wafted out, and the strange smell of itself had basically disappeared.

She was very satisfied.

These eight pairs of intestines, she is only under the guidance of theory.

It's all up to him to pick it up with both hands, it's really clean!

If she were herself, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to clean up so clean!

"Are you tired today?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang shook her head.

The stomach made a sound at this time.

He blushed.

I wanted to cover it, but I couldn't.

Yang Ruoqing heard it all.

Realizing what, she opened her eyes and asked him, "Don't tell me, you just ate this morning?"

He smiled, "It's alright, I'll have a cake later at home..."

"Stomach pain from eating cold cakes!" she said.

"Didn't I leave you a bowl of dry pot fat sausage before? Why didn't you eat it?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "I had something to do at that time, I didn't care about it..."

At that time, the evening banquet was about to start.

Qinger was busy delivering food to the front yard.

On his side, he was busy soaking the packed large intestine in brine.

After soaking, he went back home to take care of the drunk uncle.

When I came back again, I was busy checking how the large intestine was soaked. After going back and forth, I forgot the dish in the pot...

Looking at his confused look, Yang Ruoqing guessed that he must have been too busy to forget.

"You, you, you don't want to die when you are busy, this will ruin your body!" she said.

While picking up the apron.

"You sit at the door of the stove, and I'll make you something to eat, otherwise it will be hard at night!"

Luo Fengtang could not defeat Yang Ruoqing in the end.

"The simpler the better," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Start looking for food.

What can I get him to eat?

You can't just eat dry pot fat intestines, right?

Glancing at the bowl of overnight leftovers buttoned in the cupboard.

Her eyes lit up, yes!

"Tangyazi, you light the fire in the small stove outside." She instructed, turning around and leaving the stove.

When she came back, she had an egg and two chives in her hand.

Luo Fengtang sat at the stove, the fire was already lit.

Yang Ruoqing shook the egg in his hand at him, and said with a smile, "I'll make you a golden egg fried rice!"

After all, she took out an empty bowl and knocked the eggs into it.

Wash the chives and cut them into foam, put them in the egg mixture, put some salt and water, and quickly beat evenly with chopsticks.

By this time, the pot was already hot.

Spread a layer of rapeseed oil on the bottom of the pot. After the oil has warmed up, pour the chopped green onion egg mixture in the bowl.

After Luo Fengtang stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove, he stood up.

Watching her with interest.

In the past, he always felt that cooking and cooking was an extremely boring thing.

There is fumes everywhere.

If it wasn't to fill his stomach, he wouldn't like to go into the stove if he was killed.

but,

Don't know why.

Since playing with Qinger approached.

He liked the stove.

I love watching her cooking.

No matter what dishes you make, they are so beautiful and interesting!

At this moment, his eyes wandered back and forth between her serious face and those busy little hands.

Seeing that after she poured the chopped green onion and egg mixture into the pot, she didn't pick up the sides like she used to fry eggs.

Instead, use the back of the spatula to push the egg liquid back and forth.

Her movement was so fast that he was dazzled.

The viscous egg liquid, which was originally golden yellow, miraculously turned into pieces of egg flakes under such a rapid push.

Swirling in the pot.

No half sheets stick to the pan.

She freed her other hand and picked up the bowl of overnight cold rice on the stove.

Pour into the egg flakes.

Put a little salt star at the bottom of the bowl, exchange the right amount of hot water, and sprinkle it into the pot.

"Squeak..."

With a slight crisp sound, she copied the spatula in her hand and stirred again.

The heat and aroma wafted out from the pot.

Drilled into his breath, stoked his appetite.

After being hungry for most of the day, I couldn't help swallowing a loud mouthful of saliva.

Wait until he recovers.

A bowl of spiky egg fried rice had been brought to him.

"Guest officer, your golden egg fried rice is out of the pot, please enjoy it slowly!"

"This is dry pot fat sausage, for the guest officer to cook."

She winked at him with a smile, and the corners of her lips curved into a playful arc.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the fragrant rice in front of him.

Dark red earthenware bowl.

A grain of rice is crisp and crisp.

Golden-yellow egg flakes are dotted among them, as well as the green and eye-catching green onion foam...

And the dry pot fat sausage that just smells the scent is enough to make him salivate...

"It sells really well..."

He couldn't help but praise.

"Hee hee, the people are beautiful, and the cooked food must also look good!"

She looked narcissistic.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the girl in front of her again.

A soy oil lamp is lit on the pot table.

Against the faint light, her face was flushed red.

Eyes are bright.

This girl has been changing every day recently!

Getting more and more beautiful!

he thought to himself.

"Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Her urging voice pulled his thoughts back.

In her hand, she also stuffed a pair of chopsticks into it.

He nodded, holding the bowl in one hand and raising the chopsticks in the other.

Under her expectant eyes, she took a mouthful of egg fried rice, and picked up a piece of fat intestines...

"How does it taste? Is it salty? Is it bland?"

She asked with wide eyes.

He nodded, "It's even better than dragon meat."

She burst out laughing.

"You flattered..."

Sister likes it!

"Qing'er, do you want a taste?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

"I've been dying to eat at noon, and I don't want to eat it at night!" she said, hugging her stomach.

Fat intestines are delicious, but they are also high in calories.

She is in the process of losing weight, and she must not be touched!

He knew that she had a lot of taboos now, and he didn't force it.

Picking up food there.

This fat sausage tastes really good, even better than meat!

She watched him eat, and she died of contentment.

The happiest thing in the world is to cook delicious meals for your loved ones and loved ones.

Suddenly, she remembered the money.

(End of this chapter)