After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 112 Chapter 112
Zhao Yuanle: "Ah, which one?"

He Ju: "Zhao Liniang."

When Zhao Yuanle heard that it belonged to Zhao Li's family, he knew it in his heart.

He Ju: "She said that Jinfeng asked you to go to her place, and said that it was thanks to you this time, and she would bring you something to thank you."

Zhao Yuanle: "I see."

I'm afraid it's not that Jinfeng's plan needs her cooperation.

Zhao Yuanlan outside heard this and snorted coldly.

"When Zhao Li met us before, he bought a bunch of things and didn't say anything about it. Now that he said that, he probably wanted to help."

He Ju paused, and said, "Lele, if you are called for help, you will find an excuse to push it away, and then I will bring you something before continuing."

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I won't suffer."

This topic was skipped, and Zhao Yuanle began to mess with the pig's nostrils.

There was nothing before, but now there is not only freshly baked chili oil, but also soy sauce and serious vinegar, everything is perfect except that there is no chicken essence.

First crush two cloves of garlic, chop them finely, then add salt, a tablespoon of chili oil, soy sauce and vinegar, and finally some crushed peppercorns.

After finishing the bowl of seasoning, Zhao Yuanle picked up the cleaned pig's nostril and dipped it in his mouth.

Hmm... It's spicy, sour and fragrant, and it's too appetizing to eat with pig's nostrils.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's enjoying expression, He Ju couldn't help but smile.

"Give me some too, let me see how delicious yours is."

Zhao Yuanle mixed a few sticks for He Ju to eat, and He Ju nodded after eating two mouthfuls.

"There are so many things in this spicy oil, it's really delicious."

Hearing what the two said, Zhao Yuanlan had already entered with Yao'er in her arms.

Two people, you eat one and I eat one, and the mouth is full of spicy oil.

Yao'er was so hot that he breathed beside him.

Zhao Yuanle said: "If you want to eat it, you can wash it with water. The little boy can't eat too spicy."

Although Yao'er still wanted to eat it, he said honestly, and then went to find Zhao Ercheng with the pig's nostril.

Zhao Ercheng, who was lying on the bed, felt a headache when he saw Yao'er coming over with a pig's nostril.

He really stinks to death, how delicious is this pig's nostrils, it smells like a spanker.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanlan was eating non-stop, He Ju took the bowl with the seasoning away.

"Your father hasn't come back yet, it looks like you're going to finish eating."

Zhao Yuanlan took a deep breath, her lips turned red.

"This is so spicy, the more you eat, the more you want to eat."

He Ju: "It's no wonder that the spicy peppers from Erjingtiao are not spicy."

Zhao Yuanle took a bench and sat beside the fire.

She felt that the seasoning did not have chicken essence, and it was still a little tasteless.

In fact, there is no chicken bouillon stock, but whoever cooks stock every day.

She thought about it and thought of a substitute that could be obtained here.

That is the small shrimp in the small river ditch, or in the small stream.

This kind of small shrimp is full of nets once it is caught, and most people are too lazy to catch it. Occasionally, children will play with it, or someone will mash it up and feed it to ducks and geese.

Zhao Yuanle thought that the essence of chicken needs to be delicious, and the shrimps are fresh enough after being dried and crushed.

Thinking of this, she made a plan in her heart to do it, not today, but tomorrow will be a little busy, then the day after tomorrow.

At this time, Zhao Sancheng's voice came from outside.

"Lele Xiaolan is back?"

Zhao Yuanlan hurriedly brought the pig's nostrils and dipping sauce to Zhao Sancheng.

"Father, come and eat."

Zhao Dacheng put down his hoe and said with a smile, "It's not busy, daddy washes his hands first."

After he washed his hands, he took a few bites of the pig's nostrils with his chopsticks and ate them, and couldn't help but praise them.

"You can take this to the store and sell it as a cold dish for three Wen a plate."

Zhao Yuanle smiled slightly after hearing this.

Three pennies per plate, it is estimated that the seasoning money will not be able to earn back.

On the side, He Ju was holding firewood in the firewood pile with tongs, but accidentally caught the dog lying there sleeping. The dog screamed and ran out in a hurry, and finally shrank under Zhao Yuanle's bench and continued to warm the fire.

He Ju: "Hey, this dog is dark. I can't see it clearly. It's strange if I don't hold it."

Zhao Yuanle looked at the firewood and said, "Aunt Yu gave me a lot of flowers today, and I can steam them tomorrow."

He Ju thought of the bottle of rose water, and said a little embarrassedly.

"I don't know how to use that, teach me tonight."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Okay, but tonight I'm going to take a shower and wash my hair."

"Ah?" He Ju disagreed: "Which one washes his head at night, his hair is so hard to dry, and his head hurts when the water vapor gets in."

Zhao Yuanle was very firm: "I must wash."

She couldn't take it anymore.

It's been more than ten days since she's been here, and she hasn't washed it properly. Today, she bought a bath tub and used it for everything, just to get rid of the bad luck in the county.

He Ju snorted: "Whatever you want, you will know the color when you catch a cold."

As she spoke, she got up and opened the lid of the pot. Seeing that the water inside was already boiling, she went over and brought over the finished egg noodles.

"Let's cook white water noodles today, Lele, and wash two pieces of lettuce leaves."

Zhao Yuanle went out and washed some lettuce leaves and brought them in. He Ju threw some in, and threw in half of the noodles he had cut.

She looked at Zhao Yuanle: "Come on, you get the seasoning."

Zhao Yuanle chuckled, rolled up his sleeves and started.

He Ju: "Give it to your father, third uncle, and younger brother first, and let's eat the next pot."

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh."

That being the case, there is no need to put chili in a bowl.

The condiments for eating noodles are almost the same as those for mixing pork nostrils, the difference is that a lump of lard and green onion and coriander should be put in the noodle bowl.

The lettuce leaves in the pot were cooked, and the noodle soup had already turned green. He Ju scooped the soup into three bowls and put lettuce leaves in each.

After a while, the noodles in the pot also floated up, and He Ju picked up the chopsticks a few times and picked them up.

Three bowls of noodles are ready.

Green leafy vegetables, white noodles, shallots, red oil and white sesame seeds float on top of the soup.

Finally... He Ju took out the leftover sour radish and minced pork from the cupboard yesterday and added it in.

Zhao Yuanle swallowed his saliva.

She is also a little hungry.

Zhao Ercheng leaned sideways on the bed and ate noodles, thankfully he didn't have to eat the pig's nostrils he fed.

Zhao Sancheng picked up his big bowl, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and stuffed everything he was satisfied with into his mouth.

"smell good."

Yao'er looked at her vain noodle soup and felt a little disappointed.

He also wants to eat chili peppers, and chili peppers are not tasty at all without oil.

Afterwards, I cooked three more bowls of noodles. The bowls were obviously smaller than Zhao Sancheng's, and they added less scorpion seeds, especially He Ju's. The bowls were basically noodles and vegetables, without any meat, and mixed with the previous splashes. Sliced ​​scallions and ginger with spicy oil.

She still couldn't bear the oil.

After they finished eating, except for Yao'er, there were beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Zhao Sancheng picked up a large chopstick and put pig's nostrils in the noodle bowl, drank the noodle soup, and burped comfortably.

"This time it's delicious."

(End of this chapter)