After getting married, she is tender and soft

Chapter 253
As soon as the order to clean the watermelon rind came out, the expressions of the others changed instantly.

When they ate watermelon, they only thought about not eating dark dishes, and completely forgot that watermelon rind can also be used for cooking. Several people looked at each other, and the most experienced Zeke put away the watermelon rind and went to the back kitchen.

The red flesh and outer skin of the watermelon are removed, leaving only the bluish white flesh, much like a cucumber with the skin removed.

Liu Ye and his sisters gathered around him to join in the fun, discussing the taste of fried watermelon rind.

No one disliked that the rind of the melon was not clean. After all, they all watched it with their own eyes when it was being cleaned, and no one showed a displeased expression hypocritically.

Zeke: "I ate it at my grandma's house when I was a child. I can't remember what it tastes like. I only know that it can be eaten."

Liu Ye didn't care about it: "As long as you can eat it, anyway, the program team only asked us to cook, and there is no rule that we must eat."

Jiang Mu's eyes lit up, who helped Xiao Junheng, yes, they don't have to eat.

Although the melon rind has been cleaned up, it is left over from other people's food. Jiang Mu doesn't care if he eats it or not. He is afraid that if the young people don't say anything, they will have emotions in their hearts.

She didn't want Xiao Junheng to work so hard to get the watermelon, and to cook the dishes so hard that someone would secretly complain about him in the end.

Jiang Mu touched his waist, and when Xiao Junheng looked over, he whispered, "You can make melon skin whatever you want, as long as it appears on our dinner table."

Xiao Junheng smiled, how could he not understand her thoughts, and agreed to participate in "My Pastoral Home", just to accompany Jiang Mu to make her happy, and it doesn't matter if he worked a little harder.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

When dinner is served, the watermelon rind is the main dish, and Xiao Junheng stir-fries it with chili peppers. The vegetables grown in the backyard are carefully tended by someone, and they are natural and organic.

The aroma of chili peppers is already domineering. After stir-frying with fragrant melon skin, the color is emerald green, dotted with red chopped peppers, and the appearance is particularly attractive.

Jiang Mu's first attempt, the taste was surprisingly good, between cucumber and winter melon: "Delicious!"

Originally, he didn't want to make his hard work in vain, but he didn't expect that there would be a surprise. Jiang Mu took the lead in tasting, and the chopsticks of the others fell on the plate of the melon skin, and they praised them with sweet words.

At the end of the dinner, Jiang Mu noticed that Xiao Junheng's chopsticks hadn't touched the melon rind dish at all, and he was amused. The founder and chef of the melon rind was the only one who disliked it.

The air in the countryside is good, and the stars in the sky are extraordinarily bright. The street lights in the village have not been repaired to Tianyuan's house, so I walked out of the house and took a walk under the twilight of the moon.

The two walked side by side, there was no camera behind them, Jiang Mu thought of melon skin, held his hand and smiled.

"How did you get the idea to make this dish?"

Mr. Xiao should not have been exposed to such dishes since he was a child, so he thought it was strange to cook this dish.

Xiao Junheng didn't seem to see her joking eyes, and tightened his smaller hand: "I didn't think about it that much at the time, but I checked it with my mobile phone later."

No wonder.

Now that there are so many food bloggers, there are not a few who use niche dishes to gain attention. Fortunately, the taste is really good.

Jiang Mu: "It's a pity that you didn't taste it today. After we got home, we bought watermelon and cooked it ourselves."

She thought of something again, and stared at him with round eyes: "You don't despise me, do you?"

Xiao Junheng squeezed her palm: "No, I will make it for you whenever you want."

"Not now, wait to go home."

He couldn't bear to eat other people's leftovers, and he didn't want Jiang Mu to eat what other men touched.

If only the recording time could be shorter...

(End of this chapter)