The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 138 Food Conquers His Stomach

Yes, overbearing.

He is not a person with a heavy appetite, but right now, the scent enters his nostrils, which makes his mouth water a lot, and his stomach growls, wishing he could imitate Qiao Dami and turn around in front of the three stoves To and fro.

It can make him have this impulse, this fragrance is enough to bear the word "overbearing".

This Joe Wheat...

I knew her craft was good, but I didn't expect her to be so good.

When he went up the mountain with Qiao Dami just now, he quietly found out every detail of Qiao Xiaomai's daily life.

I thought I already had a preliminary understanding of her, but looking at it now, the things he inquired about just now are not even superficial.

This person will surely produce more surprises in the future.

"Brother Tong, don't stand still, come quickly!" Qiao Dami wandered around in front of the three stoves, and was about to fly with happiness. Seeing that Tong Sanlang was standing still, he hurriedly called him.

Hearing this, Tong Sanlang took another deep breath, walked to the bottom of the shed, and put down the firewood on his back.

He fell in love with Qiao Mai, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you need my help?"

"Sit down and rest." Qiao Xiaomai didn't plan to use him.

The pig's trotter soup is ready, the braised pork only needs sugar to absorb the juice, and the sauced knuckles are about to come out of the pot. The busiest time is over.

Thinking like this in her heart, she kept moving her hands and took the braised pork out of the pot. She used five catties of pork belly and filled a pot full. The aroma was tangy and the color was attractive.

Taking out a clean bowl, she set aside half a bowl of braised pork and handed it to Tong Sanlang, "Brother Tong San, try it."

Tong Sanlang lowered his eyes, and took the large coarse porcelain bowl.

The scent penetrated into his nose even more, Tong Sanlang looked at Joe Rice, "Rice, come and eat together."

Qiao Dami responded crisply, drew a pair of chopsticks, and sat at the table under the willow tree with Tong Sanlang, picked up a piece of meat, blew it casually, and put it in his mouth impatiently.

Fragrant, soft, and slightly sweet, but not greasy at all.

Qiao Dami closed his eyes happily, it was so delicious that he wanted to swallow it with his tongue!

Tong Sanlang was more restrained, the expression on his face did not change, he swallowed the meat in his mouth, and involuntarily glanced at Qiao Mai.

Qiao Mai came into the kitchen and was fishing for elbows.

The elbow was also red, and with a little press with chopsticks, it easily penetrated the skin and touched the bone inside.

She fished out the four elbows and put them in a pot, brushed the pot, and started to make fried sausages.

After the dish was out of the pan, she started frying the pig ears again.

I like that she prefers cold pork ears, but there is not enough time now, so I can only fry them briefly.

After the pig's ears are fried, she will finish packing up all the things Tong Sanlang bought today.

She filled Qiao Changshun with half a bowl of braised pork and let him taste his cooking, while she came under the willow tree.

"Well... Third brother Tong, everything is ready, you can take it home, hurry up, or it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Tong Sanlang swallowed the braised pork in his mouth, "OK."

After buying so many things, of course he wanted to take them home.

But I have to leave some for the three of Qiao's family, it's hard work.

Moreover, after seeing Qiao Maimai's craftsmanship, he, who had seen the world before, was inexplicably a little hypocritical.

He has always regarded Qiao Mai as a village girl, but looking at it now, the rustic one is clearly him...

His knowledge is not worth mentioning in front of Qiao Mai...

　Saburo is someone who has seen the world~ Besides, he is not reborn!It's not time travel either!He is an indigenous village grass~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)