Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 903 The pit is 168 meters deep and I like you (1)
Mo Jiu was never sloppy with matters on the stove, especially when he knew that Tatamin was going to marry Song Ao, he was even more concerned about it. Even if it was just a basket of steamed buns with sauced meat, it took a lot more thought than ordinary cooks.First, wash and dice the meat stuffing, add cooking wine, ginger and scallion juice, egg white, sauce, sugar, and a little salt and stir together. Put a little sesame oil on it, marinate it in ceramics and prepare it, and this is the end of the job.

Xiao Qian was dazzled.

Before this, he had never thought of making steamed stuffed buns with sauced meat. It would require so many complicated processes. I want to eat, otherwise you don't want to cook!"

"puff!"

Mo Jiu really wanted to slap him away.

"Xiao Liulang, you are such a chicken thief! Don't overturn the order, okay? I only cook when I want to eat. I don't care if you eat or not?"

Xiao Qian smiled lightly and gave her a soft look, not believing it at all.

"You really never do it for me?"

How could Mo Jiu admit it?Rolling his eyes, he rolled the raised dough into sheets of thin and soft dough, and sneered, "I only know that my stomach is precious."

With a slight smile, Xiao Shijun who was "self-confident" was not angry, and continued to beat her on the stove in a leisurely manner.One speaks, one listens, one laughs, one enjoys, but it is a rare leisure time.

But when the leader of the camp told the story of the two of them cooking together, the whole camp was about to explode.As soon as Nan Rong soldiers heard that Xiao Shijun was cooking and lighting the fire in person, almost all of them were messed up in the wind, and were stunned.

Who would have thought that a dignified privy envoy would help a woman light a fire?
But no matter how they didn't believe it, with Xiao Qian's "enthusiastic" help, Mo Jiuye, who had been harassed countless times for steaming steamed buns, finally brought the sauced pork buns out of the pot.

The smell wafted out of the kitchen, making people drool.

For these old men who have been fighting outside for a long time, which meal is not just enough to deal with, what can they eat?Most of the gang leaders are not full-time cooks, and the meals they cook are as long as they can't be eaten to death, that's all.Now the exquisite soy sauce buns are served on a white jade-like plate, round, white, and fragrant... people can't help but want to eat a bite.

However, those who have food and drink are a minority.

Of course, the steamed buns Mo Jiu steamed were not in a big pot. She only steamed a total of thirty or so buns. After two steamed buns in the big steamer on the stove, she was so tired that she almost collapsed.From the bottom of her heart, she also hopes that everyone in the barracks can eat one, but how can this be satisfied?

When the steaming steamed buns were brought to the table, Mo Jiu finally understood why food and grass were the most important thing when he saw the anxious Nan Rong soldiers on the road.

With so many mouths to eat, how many buns does one person get?Everyone has to eat enough every day, and only when they are full can they have the strength to fight.The food problem is a real big problem.

Tatamin did not go to rest with Xue Fang.

In Nanrong's big camp, it was naturally impossible for her to truly relax.Since Xiao Qian left, she stayed in the tent that Xue Fang arranged for her, waiting to eat the food made by Mo Jiu.

When Mo Jiu entered, she was looking around with her hands folded, as if she was very interested in the things inside the tent.

For those who have lived on the grasslands for a long time, the prosperity and beauty of the Central Plains are naturally longing for.This tent is crude, but the layout inside is full of strong Central Plains culture. Even a small nanmu pen holder and celadon teapot make Tatamin's eyes shine.

(End of this chapter)