Liang Jian: I have a canteen

One sheep is being driven, and two sheep are also being let go.

After drinking a lot of wine, a bowl of dumpling soup is the best delicacy now. Anyway, there is not much difference between a big pot and a small pot.

As expected, Lingzi came over again to eat.

Just in time, someone pulled the bellows, and the fire was definitely strong enough.

A small basin of lumps was ready in less than three minutes.

The fire on the stove on the other side was also lit. After the water vapor in the hot pot was evaporated, Xu San poured a little oil into the pot, then put in the scallions and ginger to stir-fry, and then stir-fried the tomatoes.

In this day and age, there aren’t that many fresh vegetables in winter. Even in southern cities like Shanghai, there aren’t many fresh vegetables.

The tomatoes Xu San used were homemade canned ones, which were unique to that era.

The manufacturing method is very simple.

Just use a glass bottle, a wine bottle, or a liquid bottle for infusion.

Peel the steamed tomatoes, bottle them, seal them, and then use a syringe to remove the air inside.

Due to the nature of its production, this type of can is more often used as an infusion bottle, because the original rubber bottle cap can provide a better seal.

The fire was burning brightly and the tomatoes were already fried till soft.

Pour in water, and when the water starts to bubble up, a small lump is poured into the pot.

The large spoon was used to stir and evenly blend the soup, and the bright red soup was instantly tinged with a hint of white.

It looks a lot warmer.

Seeing this subtle change, Lingzi couldn't help swallowing, "What a beautiful color."

Xu San stirred the wok and nodded slightly.

Lingzi was right. Vegetables these days were not ripened artificially. Although they were smaller in size, their growth cycle was definitely enough.

The tomatoes we are using now are canned, but just by looking at their color you can tell that they are top quality, the kind that is hard to find in the vegetable market.

"High fire!" Xu San looked at the pot and gave a simple order.

"Okay!" Lingzi heard Xu San's words and immediately pulled the bellows with all her strength. The wind helped the fire, and the fire in the stove instantly blazed.

The orange-yellow flames, fanned by the wind, licked the dark bottom of the pot like a dog.

After a while, big bubbles rose up, making gurgling sounds.

The three beaten eggs slid evenly into the pot along the spatula.

The golden egg liquid fell into the boiling water, expanded rapidly, and turned into a light yellow silk ribbon, swimming in the pot along the direction of the stirring of the wok, like a group of golden fish swimming in groups in the red sea.

After stirring for about half a minute, Xu San said, "It's done, you can stop now!"

Lingzi exhaled softly, touched the fair little face, and left a few black handprints.

After stirring it a few times, Xu San picked up the lid and covered it. After simmering it for about a minute, he opened the lid and sprinkled in some Matsutake powder to add flavor.

During this period, it was actually MSG, which was synthetic sodium guanidine.

But this kitchen doesn't have that.

So I can only use homemade pine mushroom powder instead.

Picking up the large bowl that had been prepared long ago, Xu San first scooped out a bowl and handed it to Lingzi, who had been eyeing the food in the pot, "Be careful of the heat."

Lingzi blinked her cute big eyes and said, "I have been trained to endure heat since I was a child, so this temperature is still..."

Reiko got burned before she could finish her words.

But as a ninja, patience is still necessary.

He grabbed the bowl, walked quickly to the table nearby, put the bowl down, and began to blow on his red, scalded hands.

Xu San smiled faintly.

When he took it, the dumpling soup had just been poured into the bowl so it wasn't that hot yet.

When Lingzi took it, the bowl was just about the hottest. Even though Lingzi had been trained since childhood, she still found the temperature a little hard to accept.

Moreover, even a ninja cannot compare with a cook in terms of heat resistance. (End of this chapter)