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Chapter 193 My cooking skills have secretly improved?
Lin Feng gestured so that Han Dong could understand it more easily.

After hearing this, Han Dong understood.

Although he has never cooked it, he has eaten it.

He asked, "Is it to use corn husks to replace the white layer that looks like paper or plastic at the bottom of the steamed buns and shaomai on the street?"

Lin Feng nodded.

Han Dong thought about it and said seriously: "I think it's pretty good. At least it's safer to use than those things."

"But not applying pesticides is not a good idea. I think the probability of bugs appearing here is too high."

He glanced at the corn tips on the ground that had been cut off by Lin Feng and said with regret.

He sighed in his heart: Fortunately, Lin Feng didn't sell it, otherwise the aunties in their county would definitely despise it.

There are always some people who dislike vegetables with bugs, but at the same time pursue pure green and want them to be cheap.

How is that possible?

Just looking at the cold chain truck that comes to Lin Feng's house every morning to harvest, it would be good if half of the fruits can be harvested after they are picked.

That tomato only had a small, harmless scar, but no one wanted it.

That’s it, Lin Feng didn’t care, because he could keep it for himself or put it on the cafeteria menu.

Lin Feng also answered Han Dong's confusion, "They offer a high price, so of course they have the capital to be picky."

If the villagers knew the price he sold his vegetables at, no matter how friendly they were, they would only be jealous.

How can I control how others collect it?
People can collect it however they want.

"Besides, I won't waste it. I can make tomatoes into sauce and can them."

“The beans are dried into vegetables, and the cucumbers are pickled into pickles.”

"I see you've been at my house these past few days, aren't you enjoying the food?"

Upon hearing this, Han Dong looked up at the sky.

Isn’t it great?

After he had eaten at Lin Feng's house once, didn't he still beg Lin Feng to sell him some so that he could take it home?

He would be willing to do so even if the price was several times higher than the market price.

That feeling is worth it!
Han Dong recalled the taste that was a bit sour and spicy, very refreshing and appetizing.

And the perfect crunchy texture made me smack my lips, but I still couldn’t get enough.

He asked, "Do you have any more of those cucumber pickles?"

"It's pickled vegetables made from those ugly-looking cucumbers."

"You finished all that huge jar?"

Lin Feng looked up at Han Dong, a little bit unable to believe what he heard.

I clearly remember that he just sold him a jar three days ago.

That jar is not small, it has a capacity of 3L.

It’s enough for one person to eat for a week.

"That jar is not very filling."

Han Dong touched the tip of his nose. It was indeed delicious.

When he got home at night he didn't want to eat out, so he made himself a bowl of noodles.

The noodles taste really good when mixed with that pickled vegetable.

With a roast chicken leg or half a roast duck, every day is something I look forward to.

Megatron also loves to eat.

But for its own good, Han Dong would only give it a little taste of the noodles with flavor every time. It was not that he was stingy.

Occasionally I'd have a little wine, buy a bag of peanuts, and just eat them all.

That jar is so small, it’s not a cylinder.

"Also, I'll get you another jar."

After Lin Feng agreed, he did not forget to remind:

"Even if I use less salt and sugar, it's still a pickle, so it's better to eat less."

Han Dong nodded in agreement, but it was not certain what he was thinking.

He is a man in his late thirties or almost forty.

As long as you don't eat, drink, gamble, or break the law, what's wrong with satisfying your appetite?
These days, what you put into your mouth is real.

"By the way, can I have two cans? I have an old friend whose wife is pregnant."

"I couldn't eat for several days, so he said this is good and asked me to bring some to him."

Lin Feng nodded directly and said:

"No problem, just take the can and fish it out yourself."

Pickled cucumbers are delicious, but they don’t last long.

It is best to eat it right after it is cooked.

But in Lin Feng's family, there are too many leftover cucumbers every day.

Even if the students ate it every day, they still couldn't finish it.

It is not impossible to sell it. ………………

As for cooking corn, it is also very simple.

All you need is fresh corn and water in a big pot.

The rest is just waiting.

Lin Feng put the pot in the yard and asked Han Dong to watch the fire and tell him.

After the pot boils, keep it on fire for a while and keep the fire going out.

This is not difficult.

He continued to boil today's portion of brown sugar.

Having finished today's work, he decided to stop for a while to have a rest.

Secondly, Han Dong was also asking him where he got so much sugarcane.

Their ice and snow province doesn't produce sugarcane.

The fire in the pot burned hotter and hotter, the steam increased, and the aroma of the corn became stronger and stronger.

Han Dong, who was adding firewood to the pot, couldn't help but stretch his neck to look into the pot.

How can it smell so good?!
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have known what Lin Feng put in the pot.

He thought Lin Feng had secretly added essence into the pot.

This smell is so fucking torturous!
As the victim closest to the pot, Han Dong couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

After a while, Lin Yi, who had walked to the gate of the courtyard, came in following the fragrance.

He twitched his nose and began to shout when he saw no one:

"Lin Feng, what delicious food did you make with corn? Why does it smell so good?"

“It’s just boiled corn!”

Han Dong answered for Lin Feng, "Lin Feng said it's not cooked yet, we have to wait a little longer."

Han Dong diligently helped Lin Yi pull out a small stool, motioning him to sit down quickly so that he could suffer and wait with him.

In short, he cannot bear this sin alone.

"Is it just boiled corn? It smells so good!"

Lin Yi asked in a low voice.

He didn't believe it.

Lin Feng must have made some magical dish with corn. Corn alone couldn't be so fragrant.

Do you really think he has never eaten boiled corn?

Han Dong nodded very vigorously.
"It's real. It's just pure corn and water. If I hadn't seen Lin Feng put it there with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it."

"I was the one who lit the fire. I began to wonder if my cooking skills had secretly improved while I wasn't paying attention."

Lin Yi rolled his eyes.

Han Dong's craftsmanship is the same as his. They are two brothers, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chu, and neither of them should look down on the other.

Han Dong pretended not to notice Lin's eye roll and snorted.

No, I can’t talk. It would be a joke if I couldn’t hold back my saliva.

Oh my god! Why is it getting more and more fragrant?

Boiled corn is worthy of being ranked as one of the two major street snacks along with roasted sweet potatoes...

Especially on the streets in the cold winter, who can leave without having one after smelling this scent?
It can not only warm your hands, but also your stomach.

The fragrance drifts farther and farther with the evaporation of water vapor.

After a while, Lin Feng's dog ran back from outside like the wind.

Including Da Zhuang and Megatron, there were ten of them in total, big and small, gathered around the pot.

The small one was in front and the big one was behind, both wagging their tails wildly at the pot.

I don't mind the heat on the edge of the pot at all.

If they see this delicious food, they must have a share.

If you don’t give it to me, I’ll make trouble!

Han Dong also saw his own Megatron, who was the most useless.

Of all the puppies, only it drooled.

"Lin Feng, what delicious food have you prepared? Our Da Zhuang couldn't help but run over here."

Yang Bo followed Da Zhuang and walked towards this side while complaining.

He had just announced the order to take a break when Da Zhuang rushed towards Lin Feng's house.

He thought something was wrong.

As a result, when he smelled the scent, not only Da Zhuang couldn't help it, he couldn't help it either.

Why does this corn taste so good?
Has Lin Feng developed any new varieties and ways to eat corn?

The fragrance is comparable to that of flower cakes!

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(End of this chapter)