Interstellar Super Planter

Chapter 132 Mengba Meng Shuo
"Xiuyun, you bought too much meat at one time. The child finally came back. You save it for her to eat slowly. Why do you ask someone to come over to eat together? It would be nice to let everyone eat dumplings later. Stewed meat You put it all away and keep it for Qingqing."

"Sister-in-law, I bought a lot, and I just want to treat everyone to a meal. I will save half of these meats for Qingqing after they are stewed."

Why doesn't Zhu Xiuyun feel bad about things, her granddaughter is able to earn money, but she's a loose hand, and she doesn't even blink if she spends tens of thousands of interstellar coins. When she goes to the town, the interstellar coins she spends are equal to her half a year's income.

Seeing Qingqing and Meng Hao's normal expressions, it's still drizzle, and they don't care at all. One can imagine how much money the two of them can spend in Mingyue City,

Oops, I can’t think about it, it hurts when I think about it, it’s clear what’s out of sight,

I can't complain, the two children asked themselves to keep it a secret, and if the old sister knew that her grandson spent several million a year to go to school, it was borrowed money, she would definitely faint immediately.

Meng Hao trotted all the way to the wheat field outside the village, and shouted as hard as he could, so that the Su family and Meng Lin and his wife in the field saw him,

This month, there is only winter wheat left in the field, which has just grown a foot high. Both families are watering, and there is still a distance between them.
Meng Hao first found Su Feng's family and told them to go to Su's house for dinner at night, and everyone made dumplings together, and asked the second grandma to come over early to help.

Although Uncle Su couldn't figure it out, he thought that his sister-in-law might have something to discuss and agreed directly.

Meng Hao walked to his parents and talked about going to Su's house to eat dumplings.

Wang Qian stretched out her finger to touch her son's head,
"Whatever you want to eat, you can just eat at Grandma Zhu's house, and you even invited the whole family, you are really thick-skinned."

Meng Xing said aggrievedly: "Mom, it was Grandma Zhu who said she wanted to invite us to dinner, to join in the fun, and my grandma has gone. I have to go back to look at the pot. There is still stewed meat in the pot."

Wang Qian glared at him, "I think you want to eat meat, so you can't go to Grandma Zhu's house for profit. Let your dad go to the town to buy some meat tomorrow, and I'll make it for you."

"That's not it, it's Grandma Zhu and Qingqing, treat us to dinner, I'm waiting to eat the pig's trotters made by Qingqing, mom is fine, I can go."

"Looking at your future, you're still thinking about eating, that's fine, I'll call Aunt Wang over to have a look."

Meng Lin has a dull and serious personality. Except for his appearance, Meng Yu resembles Wang Qian. Hearing what his wife and son said, he said in a deep voice:
"Stop patronizing and chatting, son, go back and help with the work, we will water two more ridges, and then go back and see what's going on."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Meng Hao ran over to Su Feng's family, told him not to forget to eat, and ran away.

"Grandma Zhu, I'm back. Hey, grandma, you're here. I'll tell you that you will definitely agree. My mother still doesn't believe me, so she scolds me."

Grandma Meng Yu rolled her eyes at her grandson, "Okay, the kitchen is none of your business, you can go and play with Qingqing."

"How can I do that? I still need to watch the pot. I'm the main force in making dumplings."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the firewood in the stove. The firewood was still burning. Qingqing said that after two hours of stewing, the meat would become mushy and she had to take it out. After cleaning the pot, she started cooking braised pork again.

It has been more than an hour now, and the time is about to come. He carefully lifted the lid of the pot, and there was still a small half of the soup left.

"Grandma Zhu, I want to take out the rotten meat, and Qingqing also wants to make braised pork and pork ribs."

When he spoke, he had removed the firewood from the bottom of the pot and put it in a charcoal basin.

Zhu Xiuyun looked back at the pot, "Okay, you can serve it out, and later you go to the back room to see Meng Shuo, and let Qingqing come over to make braised pork."

Zhu Xiuyun doesn't know how to make the braised pork that her granddaughter never forgets, so she can only let her try it. Even if it is unpalatable, it is still meat, and everyone will definitely not dislike it and can't spoil it.

Besides, the first pot of stewed meat was very delicious. She bought a lot of seasonings, but she didn't know them, and she didn't know what to use them for.
Qingqing has been in Mingyue City for a few months, and she even learned how to cook, which also shows that she is incompetent as a parent. She failed to take care of Qingqing, and let her fight alone at a young age. Zhu Xiuyun felt distressed when she thought about it.

Meng Hao was also nimble. He took out pig's trotters, pork knuckles, and a few large pieces of meat. He added water to the pot, put the firewood in, and scooped out the water while it was hot. The water was full of oil. According to the people of Shanquan Village, Saving pie must not be wasted,
Meng Yu finished his work, and the rest of the work belonged to Qingqing. He went into the house to replace Qingqing and look after his younger brother.

Su Qing and Meng Shuo had a great time. This kid is different from his brother. He has a paralyzed face. No matter how teased he is, he doesn't laugh or cry. He just stares at you with big black eyes and crawls on the bed for nothing. two laps.

Meng Hao asked her to make braised pork, she hurriedly got off the bed, waved to Meng Shuo,

"Xiao Shuoshuo, my sister is gone, I'll make some delicious meat for you, haha, it's a pity you can't eat it, you haven't grown teeth yet, haha."

Su Qing teased the children with a bit of a naughty taste, seeing Meng Shuo's bewildered naivety, happily ran into the kitchen,
Zhu Xiuyun and the others had already chopped the minced meat. There were four large pots of vegetables and a large pot of minced meat. The minced meat alone used four catties of pork, and there was also a large pot full of reconciled noodles.

Luo Cuilan exclaimed how much it was worth, what was going on with Xiuyun, life was numbered.

Zhu Xiuyun helped Qingqing to light the fire, Qingqing prepared all the condiments, and started to make red meat, pork ribs,

The pork belly was cut into evenly sized pieces, and the pork ribs were cut into sections. It was all thanks to Meng Hao. He was so strong that he finished the cut in two or three strokes.

Burn the fire, heat the pan, put the oil, fry the sugar color, put the meat, ribs

Luo Cuilan looked at it from the sidelines, dumbfounded, good guy, there is two ounces of sugar in it, it's natural sucrose, synthetic sugar is not this color, Qingqing really dares to say hello,
Su Qing waved the shovel and turned it hard to make the meat and ribs evenly colored. He added various seasonings and stir-fried. Because there was too much meat, Zhu Xiuyun set up the firewood, took the shovel, and helped to turn it.

Su Qing continued to put rice wine, chili, soy sauce, salt, and fry the meat until the oil came out, then added water, covered the pot, started to simmer on high heat, and then turned to low heat after boiling.

"Qingqing, why do you cook meat with so many seasonings? I don't know many of them."

"Grandma Meng, in fact, there are many seasonings in the mountains. Everyone doesn't pay attention to them, and they dare not use them. When Meng Hao and I go to the mountains tomorrow, we will pick some and store them in the sun. Just grab a handful at any time. When we have seasonings The dishes made are more fragrant."

The condiments that Su Qing bought were really expensive, and most of them were cultivated artificially. The shops in Huanglong Town, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, these are quite complete, and there are only a few kinds of condiments, and some of them were brought by Su Qing from Mingyue City. back,
She thought about the natural condiments in the mountains, there must be a lot of them, and now Meng Yan is at the fourth level, and her body is not the same as before after cultivation, not to mention she can use spells,

It's okay to go to the mountains to gather medicine, especially the ancestor said that after a period of practice, she will enter the middle stage of Qi refining. After she builds her foundation, Yuanshen can open the jade pendant and start alchemy formally.

She needs to go into the mountains and gather more elixir to refine pills. Although it is easy for her to refine with modern equipment, it is more than ten times more difficult to use pill furnaces. Of course, the efficacy of medicines will also increase. It is the authentic pill.

Grandma Meng said with a smile: "That's good, you can pick more and let me learn how to cook better."

The people in Shanquan Village cook very mediocre, with only a few items and not many condiments. In the past, Su Qingnian was young and Zhu Xiuyun wouldn't let her do it. Now that she is a little older, she can finally enter the mountain at will.

Zhu Xiuyun said: "I will go into the mountain with you tomorrow, and more people can collect more. If it is useful, it may be sold for money."

"Okay." Su Qing will not refuse grandma, she can go if she wants, even if she encounters a strange beast, she and Meng Hao can deal with it with their abilities.

(End of this chapter)