Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8720 Rich?

"The stove didn't come up before, but now it's all up. I'll bring the brazier over to fill the fire, and I'll make sure it will be warm later!"

Yang Huaming quickly filled a pot of fire particles with wood chips and pine balls under the fire particles to ensure continuous fuel supply.

The brazier is covered with a thin layer of grass ash, which can cover the smell of burning smoke inside, so as not to smoke the eyes and nose.

"Meier, I'll send you the brazier, you and Zhuangzhuang come to bake the fire quickly! Zhuangzhuang is a distinguished guest today, so I can't freeze it, right? Zhuangzhuang? Fourth uncle is right, hahaha …”

Seeing that Yang Huaming was so proud, Yang Huamei's mouth twitched into a smile.

It was finally warm in the fire bucket, Yang Huamei sat in with Zhuang Zhuang in her arms, looked up at Xiao Hei, Yang Huamei greeted him: "Xiao Hei, sit in here too, it's warm in here!"

Xiao Hei dragged the stool and sat down, and stuffed his feet into the fire bucket together with his shoes.

Yang Huamei patted Xiao Hei's feet, "The shoes were taken off, and they were brought in dirty."

Xiao Hei glanced at his shoes, "My shoes are not so dirty!"

Yang Huamei said, "I'm not saying your shoes are dirty, I'm saying that your fourth uncle's house is dirty inside this fire bucket. Look at it, the melon seed shells and peanut shells are all piled high, and there are also a pile of orange peels that turn into sesame seeds and rotten millet. !"

Xiao Hei lowered his head to look again, hey, it's really, it's piled up like a small hill.

Just at this moment, Yang Huaming brought another jar of hot water into the house, and Xiao Hei raised his head and asked him: "Fourth Uncle, why do you stuff all the melon shells and peels into the fire bucket? A dustpan for garbage?"

Yang Huaming blushed and said, "It's all thanks to your fourth aunt!"

Xiao Hei said 'oh', thinking that it would be strangely comfortable to eat and drink in a fire bucket!
Yang Huamei snorted disdainfully and spit out two words: "Sloppy!"

Yang Huaming pretended not to hear, and after the hot water was delivered, he hurried back to the next kitchen to cook the dishes.

"Father, there are only three dishes at noon, isn't it pretty?"

Kang Xiaozi pointed to the dishes on the pot and pot table and asked Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming glanced, a bowl of fried bacon with vegetable moss, a bowl of steamed bacon, and a bowl of mushroom-roasted chicken.

"This mushroom roast chicken has a lot of weight. One bowl tops two. Besides, isn't there a bowl of egg custard in the rice cooker, which just makes up four dishes!" Yang Huaming said.

Kang Xiaozi hesitated for a while, and then said: "Dad, the number four is not a good homophonic sound, otherwise, let's add two more to make up a six?"

Yang Huaming scratched his head, "What kind of dishes are there?"

Kang Xiaozi said, "I see salted fish there. Shall we fry a bowl of salted fish again?"

Yang Huaming was embarrassed: "I can't fry it!"

Kang boy: "I can try."

"That heart, you try." Yang Huaming readily responded.

Kang Xiaozi added: "I think there are pig ears, how about cutting a pig ear and adding some peanuts to make a cold dish?"

Yang Huaming counted with his fingers, there were exactly four, and he could see it on the table.

"Okay, you make arrangements, Dad will help you."

In the Westinghouse separated by a wall.

Da Bai wrinkled his nose and sniffed the aroma wafting from the next kitchen.

"I don't know what delicious dishes Fourth Uncle and the others are cooking. Just smelling this scent makes me feel like eating!"

Although Yang Huamei was very curious, she would not have gone to the kitchen to take a look.

When she went to the stove to take a look, she happened to see chicken and mushrooms being stewed in a small pot outside...

"Two big gentlemen, no matter how loud the noise is, don't expect them to come up with any decent dishes to entertain us!" Yang Huamei vowed.

For cooking, unless you are a cook and make a living by cooking, otherwise, it is more practical for a woman to cook and greet guests!

"It's definitely not comparable to your third uncle's house yesterday! Don't expect this!" Yang Huamei said.

Yesterday, I paid New Year's greetings at the third brother's house, dear, the dishes cooked by the third sister-in-law and Xiaohua, the two tables can't be set.

It’s really cold dishes, hot dishes, stir-fry dishes, stewed dishes, steamed dishes, marinated dishes, and everything. There are several kinds of hot pots, beef pots, chicken pots, three fresh pots, fish head pots…

In addition to that, it is only beef, soy sauce beef, braised beef, shabu shabu...

Lamb slices, scorpions, hooves...

The steamed chicken feet in the steamed vegetables is even more unique. It is sour and spicy. Sunning a chicken feet into the mouth is like a snail, oh, I will go, two bowls of rice will go down my stomach before I know it.

Thinking of this, Yang Huamei felt that she was hungry too, and her ears kept paying attention to the movement of the next kitchen.

After a while, I heard a rustling sound, which was the crisp sound of ingredients being poured into the frying pan.

Yang Huamei licked her lips, "I don't know when the meal will start, I can hardly sit still."

Xiao Hei sat there clutching his stomach, grinning and said, "I'm different from you. Anyway, I don't have any appetite at all. Even if the delicacies of the mountains and seas are put in front of me, I can't eat them!"

Da Bai smiled and said, "You're saying that for a while, but it'll be different when the food comes."

Yang Huamei looked at Xiao Hei distressedly, frowning slightly.

It is specially brought out for New Year's greetings, on the one hand, to save Zhuangzhuang's face, and another important reason is to want to eat something delicious in another place.

Hei'er can't eat, it's really... ugh!

Finally, the noon lunch that looked through the autumn waters finally came to the table.

"Quick, quick, Dabai, help clear the table, it's time to set the dishes!"

Yang Huaming wore an apron around his waist, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and rushed to the west house door, smiling and urging him.

Without eighteen dishes, such a battle would never be possible.

"okay!"

Da Bai quickly got up from the stool and came over to clean up the table.

Yang Huamei's eyes lit up, teasing the sleepy Zhuangzhuang in her arms: "Wake up, Da Baoer, dinner is about to start, let's see what delicious dishes Fourth Uncle cooked for us!"

Xiao Hei was still curled up there, reacting calmly to all this.

After Yang Huaming finished his instructions, he immediately returned to the kitchen room. Dabai cleaned up the table and hurried to the kitchen room to help serve the dishes.

Yang Huamei patted Xiao Hei's shoulder lightly with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Later, you can see what dishes you like, try to eat as many bites as possible, and don't eat nothing at all!"

Blackie rolled his eyes.

Still the same sentence, when the stomach is upset, the delicacies of mountains and seas are not uncommon!

Soon, Yang Huaming, Dabai, Kang Xiaozi, the three of them filed in with a bowl of tea in their hands.

The three bowls of vegetables were placed on the table in turn, and Yang Huamei stretched her neck to look.

They are fried bacon with vegetable moss.

Steamed bacon.

Pan-fried dried fish.

When you hear the name, it's not bad.

However, the vegetable moss in the fried bacon with vegetable moss is fried and then steamed on the side of the rice pot to keep warm.

As a result, the vegetable moss was steamed and changed its color, like a rotten water plant lying softly on top of a few pieces of bacon.

(End of this chapter)