Reborn, learn to be rich and busy

Chapter 29 Everyone's Hungry

"Get a winter melon later, and stew this pork bone tonight." Zhu Sha said with a smile.

"This child..." Li Mingrong didn't know what to say for a while.

Zhu Sha drank the water and greeted Li Mingrong: "Gu, let's wash and boil this pork bone quickly, before putting it away, it will go bad in such a hot day."

Originally, Li Mingrong wanted to say that the kid spent money recklessly, but now that the pork bones have been bought, if they don't cook them quickly, they will really spoil easily.

Cinnabar is not used to burning firewood stoves, this time she was reborn, and she was even more hands-on. She volunteered to wash the pig bones, and Li Mingrong set up firewood to light the fire.

Zhu Sha was quick to clean the pig bones. Seeing that the water in the cauldron boiled, she threw the pig bones down and boiled the water to remove the blood.

"I can't tell, Zhu Sha is quite capable." Li Mingrong praised Zhu Sha while lighting the firewood.

Zhu Sha could only smile.

There is such a mother in the family who puts children above children and tortures her like a slave all day long. At the age of five or six, she has learned how to light a fire and cook. Doing these is simply a piece of cake.

She poured out the boiled blood, washed the pork bones, and put them in the small iron-topped jar.

The pot that has been placed on the top of the stove in the countryside for many years is made of fine iron. This stew is the best.

Cinnabar put some water in it, and added some sliced ​​ginger and Chinese prickly ash into it to remove the fishy smell and freshen it up, then put the washed pork bones in and let Li Mingrong simmer slowly over a low fire.

It's not enough to just stew pork bones. In this season, when there are a lot of vegetables in summer, there are still several big winter melons in Li Mingrong's front room.

Every household has this thing, and everyone is tired of eating it.

But now Zhu Sha picked up the winter melon, peeled off the skin, and cut it into small pieces. After watching the pork bones in the iron-top pot simmered for more than an hour, the soup turned milky white. Zhu Sha poured the winter melon in, and wrote Cook together slowly.

Li Guo went wild somewhere, and when he came back now, he could smell the fragrance of bones from a long distance away.

If it was said that the smell of meat came from his house, he wouldn't believe it even to death.

There are two pigs fed at home, and they have to be killed during the Chinese New Year, and then exchanged for year-round supplies. Only at that time can they eat a little meat scraps, and usually there is no oil or water.

When I got home and checked, it was really the smell of meat coming out of his house, and the small iron-top pot in front of the stove was still gurgling and steaming.

Li Guo couldn't help but swallowed.

In the past half a day, Li Mingrong has already helped to prepare the Baogu rice.

I usually eat corn soup, so it's rare to have a good meal today, so I added some rice to suit the scene.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat." Zhu Sha came out with bowls and chopsticks, and greeted Li Qingsong and Li Guo.

In fact, this is not good, everyone is hungry.

First of all, it is true that it is not easy to eat these days. Everyone has no oil in their stomachs, and they have been hungry for a long time. Second, Zhu Sha's craftsmanship is good. This pot of pork bone and winter melon soup is delicious.

Zhu Sha put two pork bones into her father Li Qingsong's bowl: "Dad, eat more, your leg is hurt, you need to mend it..."

"No, it's too much, it's too much..." Li Qingsong was a little flattered, and held the pork bone back: "You eat too."

Li Guo, who was next to him, looked at the pig bone and swallowed greedily.

He was holding up his chopsticks, as if he wanted to hold a piece of pork bone, but Li Mingrong gave him a glare, and he immediately retracted his chopsticks, pawing the rice in a muffled voice.

　Tell me, are you really not interested in this kind of story?I am debating whether to continue writing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)