Portable Space: Traveling through Nongmen

Chapter 109 Helping Cook
"Brother Qingsheng, what are you going to cook with these dishes?" Shen Yingshu asked curiously.

She had to know what dish Song Qingsheng was going to cook or what he wanted to eat before she could start cooking.

"I'll fry some chrysanthemum chrysanthemum later, and I'll fry some scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fried pork with beans, do you think it's okay?"

Song Qingsheng picked up a piece of meat from the side dish as he spoke. This piece of meat was fat and thin, and it looked like it weighed about two catties.

——Shen Yingshu suspected that he wouldn't just fry two catties of meat for this meal, right?

"Don't be so troublesome, brother Qingsheng, I have brought so many dishes here, we might as well just fry a chrysanthemum chrysanthemum dish. Chicken stewed with mushrooms is just greasy, and it is refreshing with green vegetables, and there is no need to fry other dishes It's already so late, what a trouble." Shen Yingshu persuaded.

Leaving aside the two catties of meat that Song Qingsheng brought over, did he want to finish the meal immediately?

The last time she came to visit Grandma Song, she brought a few catties of meat, but this time she ate so much...that's really...

Anyway, she and Bao'er both have small appetites, so why bother to cook so many dishes.

"Is that too little for the four of us?"

Song Qingsheng also thought about Shen Yingshu's words, but it was too monotonous for three adults and one child to eat these.

The key point is that this is the first time for Shen Yingshu to eat at her own home, does she just serve two dishes?One of them was served by someone else.

How can I do that, since there is no way to let my sister eat at home, let her eat this little thing.

So Song Qingsheng thought for a while, then shook his head and refused, "Yingshu, listen to me, it's not too troublesome to cook two dishes, it will take a while."

"That's fine."

Seeing Song Qingsheng's insistence, Shen Yingshu didn't say anything else, "Why don't I cook the dishes today, and let Brother Qingsheng and Grandma Song try my cooking."

"Okay." Song Qingsheng nodded.

Shen Yingshu didn't take the initiative to say, he also had the same intention.

After all, his culinary skills can only be learned, but if Shen Yingshu doesn't take the initiative to mention it, he can only bite the bullet by himself.

Shen Yingshu opened the mouth by himself, but he saved it.

If you want to fry a few dishes, you have to clean up the ingredients first. Shen Yingshu alone is too slow, so Song Qingsheng took a kitchen knife and came out to work together.

Two people are much faster than one person, and the ingredients needed for several dishes have been packed in a few minutes.

Shen Yingshu is in charge of cooking, and Song Qingsheng is in charge of cooking the pot.

Song Qingsheng lived with Grandma Song since he was a child, and he often helped Grandma Song burn firewood.Later, after hunting with Orion, he often helped Orion to light fires, so now he can be said to be proficient in burning fires.

If the fire is big, it will be big, if the fire is small, it will be small, a skilled group.

If someone helps to light the fire, it will be much easier for you, Shen Yingshu, at least you don't have to cook like at home, and you are sweating all over yourself from the busy work.

The three dishes took about half an hour, and they were cooked for a while because of the pork.

The two catties of pork were finally cut in half under Shen Yingshu's suggestion. Even if there was only one catty of pork, stir-fried with beans, the final portion on the plate was still quite large.

Shen Yingshu's craftsmanship has gotten better and better since she came to this world. From the passable entrance before, it is now overflowing with fragrance.

It can be said that a lot of books have been written, but Song Qingsheng's cooking at home has less spices, otherwise the dishes made step by step according to the recipes in her mind will definitely taste better.

Generally, the simpler the dishes, the better the chef's cooking skills can be played and trained.

If you can't even cook a small plate of simple home-cooked dishes, let alone study those difficult, more delicious dishes.

This was finally written on a page of the menu book that Shen Yingshu read before. Among the lines of black text, this passage was marked with red pen. She was quite impressed at the time, so she kept it in her mind .

But no matter whether it was her then or now, she didn't think much about it, after all, she wasn't the kind of cook.

She doesn't want to be a cook either, as long as the dishes she cooks taste good and Bao'er likes them, that's fine.

"What are you stunned for?"

Song Qingsheng extinguished the fire under the stove, washed his hands, and was about to serve the dishes when he saw Shen Yingshu who was staring at the dishes in a daze beside the stove.

"It's nothing, I just thought of something just now." Shen Yingshu came back to her senses, and smiled embarrassedly at Song Qingsheng, "Then let's go quickly, we have understood for so long, and I don't know that little guy has No rush."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to pick up the dish in front of her and walked out first.

Looking at Shen Yingshu's panicked look, Song Qingsheng was a little confused, but he didn't think too much about it.

It's just that Shen Yingshu is hungry.

After running back and forth two or three times, I moved all the dishes in the kitchen to the dining table.

Shen Yingshu, Bao'er, Grandma Song, and Song Qingsheng sat in rows around tables and chairs.

The atmosphere was unusually stiff, and in the end it was Grandma Song who took the lead to break the deadlock, "The dishes tonight are so rich, look at the dishes on the table, are they made by Yingshu? The craftsmanship is really good! In the house before, I I can smell the aroma, and my wife is hungry after smelling it."

"My handicraft is not as good as Grandma Song said. But since Grandma Song thinks it smells delicious, you should eat more later and try my handicraft." Shen Yingshu also replied with a smile.

After speaking, he took the initiative to add a chopstick of dishes and put them into Grandma Song's bowl.

"Okay, okay, grandma eats, and you guys eat more too, don't be restrained."

Grandma Song picked up the chopsticks and tasted the dishes, and praised, "Yingshu, your cooking skills are really good. It's the first time my wife has eaten such delicious fried pork with beans."

After finishing speaking, Grandma Song picked up a chopstick and put it into Shen Yingshu's bowl, "Try your handicraft too."

Shen Yingshu hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Grandma Song."

"It's nothing to be thankful for." Grandma Song waved her hand, and then picked up a chopstick for both Bao'er and Song Qingsheng.

"Qingsheng, you haven't tasted Yingshu's handicrafts yet, so hurry up and try it, whether it's delicious or not."

Under the urging of Grandma Song, Song Qingsheng picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables and put them in his mouth to taste carefully, before putting down the chopsticks after a while.

Originally, Shen Yingshu didn't care much about it, but seeing Song Qingsheng savoring it so seriously for so long, a little nervousness really rose in his heart.

It seems that they are looking forward to whether their cooking skills will be recognized.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingsheng's unceremonious praise came over, "Yingshu's cooking is very good, just like grandma said, this is the best dish I have ever eaten."

"I think it's delicious," Grandma Song echoed, and then said something inexplicable softly, "It would be great if I could eat these dishes every day."

(End of this chapter)