Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 49 It's Liu Xiaohong's Turn To Spit Blood
As the sun sets, the river surface is shimmering with golden light.

Liu Xiaohong looked enviously at Yang Meixia's skirt and the Feige bicycle she was pushing more than once.

"Just here, the scenery is not bad."

Yang Meixia stopped her bicycle, pointed to a wild lawn under the shade of trees by the side of the road, walked over, took out a handkerchief from her black leather handbag, put it on the lawn, and sat down gracefully with her skirt pulled back.

Liu Xiaohong watched her movements without blinking, picking up her pants, trying to imitate her, but there was never any handkerchief in her trouser pocket.

In desperation, he had to try his best to appear very temperamental, and sat down awkwardly.

"You said you wanted to tell me about Captain Song, you can tell me now."

"okay."

Liu Xiaohong's face was respectful, but she had complained eight hundred times in her heart.

Just find a corner in the village and it's over. It's exhausting to have to walk such a long way to such a deserted place!

She recounted to Yang Meixia what she had scolded Lin Yuzhu in the field in the afternoon, and by the way, she pointed the finger at Song Yi for criticizing Lin Yuzhu every day.

She didn't believe that Yang Meixia could endure the anger of her favorite man being robbed.

"Teacher Yang, you need to report to the captain about our captain and Lin Yuzhu!"

"It should be a misunderstanding. He is not the kind of person who has no bottom line of principle."

"No misunderstanding, no misunderstanding!" Liu Xiaohong waved her hands anxiously.

Yang Meixia looked at her seriously, her face darkened, "Have you ever been to school?"

"Yes, I graduated from high school in the brigade!"

Liu Xiaohong grinned at her flatteringly, saying that Yang Meixia once taught in the brigade and was transferred to the town later, how close the relationship is.

"Which class are you from, which teacher brought you!" Yang Meixia's almond eyes were wide open, there was no smile on her face, it was full of fierce anger, and even her sweet voice was full of anger.

"If you have learned knowledge, you should know what it means to have no right to speak without investigation! You have no basis to accuse a person of such a serious crime, are you worthy of being called a qualified successor!"

"Captain Song has made outstanding contributions to your production team! The captain often praises him verbally, which is an affirmation of his character and work ability! As his member, you incited me behind my back to pour dirty water on him without any evidence. ?”

"What's your name? Liu Xiaohong? Your father is a worker, right? I have great doubts about your family's thoughts and beliefs. I need to report to the brigade. Let's go first!"

Yang Meixia rode on the bicycle with an angry face, leaving behind a silhouette with flying skirts and a bewildered Liu Xiaohong.

"No, what's the situation? Am I helping her? Is this person mentally ill!"

"It's over, I have to go back and tell Dad, don't find out anything, the whole family has to finish playing!"

Liu Xiaohong cursed and ran wildly, the running figure in the setting sun was clumsy and flustered.

There was a mess of humming in the backyard of the Lin family.

"There is a group of Smurfs on the other side of the mountain and on the other side of the sea~ It is higher than the sky in the sky, and it is bigger than the sea in the sea~ Wisdom fights demons and ghosts, and the young hero is the Smurfs!"

Lin Yulan was humming a song and was drying her short sleeves that had already been dyed. The clothes were dyed successfully, and her hands were also dyed successfully.

From a distance, it looks like wearing a pair of blue gloves.

Lin Yuzhu was sitting on a low stool holding a large ladle to pick out pebbles and unhulled millet in the rice, with a few chickens around her feet.

Rural drying dams to dry millet, and then pound into rice, there will be a lot of small stones, millet, black-headed rice.

Every time before washing the rice, I have to spend a lot of time picking out the inedible ones. These are the favorites of chickens.

"Sister, what's for dinner~" Lin Yulan excitedly leaned over and reached out to help pick up the stones.

Lin Yuzhu patted her hand away speechlessly, "You should do something else, I'm a little allergic to stupidity. I feel poisonous when you stretch your hand into the rice."

She just put the things there for a short while, and when she came back with the chopsticks, she saw Sha Que swinging around in the dyed solution with his clothes in his hands.

"Okay, I'll help my mother make clothes." Lin Yulan hummed the young hero Smurf who could go to sea and left.

After picking out the sundries in the rice, Lin Yuzhu washed the rice and added water to let it soak.

Turn into the stove and take out the sugar jar, dig out a tablespoon of white sugar and pour it into the bowl, then pour six tablespoons of soy sauce, add four tablespoons of water, and stir until the sugar at the bottom of the bowl melts.

Since they decided to eat rice, the main character is of course the rice, how could they let the dishes steal the limelight.

The main reason is that there are no good dishes at home.
What she's going to do is not so authentic claypot rice.

It takes time to soak the rice. Lin Yuzhu went to the vegetable garden to pick two eggplants and came back.

There are no fancy varieties of eggplant here, only palm-length oval eggplants.

It is characterized by flesh.

Peel the eggplant strips and soak in water.

Cut the salted fish into small pieces.

Lin Yuzhu came out of the small oil jar with her arms in her arms, and when she lifted the lid, the unique fragrance of camellia oil slowly wafted out.

Heat the oil to saute the garlic and chili until fragrant, pour in the prepared sauce, and it will boil quickly. Pour a spoonful of home-preserved white wine, cook for another ten seconds, and the sauce with a light wine aroma comes out of the pan.

She patted the jar, and said to herself that it is fortunate that mother is soft-tempered, because she is going to start frying eggplant sticks.

If she encounters a powerful one, just because she dares to use such good oil to fry eggplants, she won't be able to get away with a fat beating.

Fried eggplant is very oily, and there will be water in the oil, so it won't last long.

After frying the eggplant sticks, she scooped up some, and Lin Yuzhu deep-fried the salted fish with the little leftover.

The taste of fried salted fish is particularly overbearing, and it can float far away. As long as you pass by the door, you will know that there must be salted fish on the family's dinner table.

The minced oil residue and eggplant sticks are put into the pan again to make fried eggplant sticks with salted fish.

Lin Yuzhu found a large earthen casserole, took out the soaked rice, added water, set it on the clay stove and started cooking.

Wait for the rice to simmer through the core, lift the lid, put the eggplant sticks and salted fish in and spread it out, and pour oil around the pot along the inner wall.

The firewood was removed, leaving only a thin firewood to burn slowly.

The yard began to smell fragrant, the fragrance of rice and the scorched rice crust made Lin Yulan scratch her ears and cheeks with greed.

She squatted on the ground staring at the sizzling casserole, swallowing continuously.

"Sister, it's not that I haven't eaten good food, it's the instinctive reaction of this body, can you believe it?"

Lin Yuzhu cracked three eggs into it, closed the lid, and swallowed, "Xin, don't ask me how I know."

Under Lin Yulan's urging, the unauthentic claypot rice was finally served.

When the lid was lifted, the corners of Fang Shuhui's mouth twitched at the sight of the neatly arranged oily eggplant sticks and green vegetables with oily flowers.

Sin.
The camellia oil at home was gone in one meal.
Lin Yulan held the rice spoon in one hand and the sauce bowl in the other, pouring the sauce on the claypot rice with a serious expression.

With a wave of the rice spoon, "Eat! Give me all the crispy rice! I'm not afraid of cancer!"

Lin Yuzhu laughed and said, "It's a hooligan not to talk about toxicity in terms of dosage, but you know that crispy rice is the essence of claypot rice?"

(End of this chapter)