Yo, grandpa is here

Qingqing was thinking about not leaving, but had to host the dinner at night.

Someone slaughtered the sheep at the entrance of the village, peeled off the sheep's skin, and marinated the mutton. Qingqing wanted to make mutton soup, but no one had ever done it, so he didn't know the specific steps.

"Find a big pot, throw the bones in and cook." Although Qingqing doesn't know how to cook, she is confident enough, "You don't need to chop the onion and ginger, just throw it in, what seasonings are there, don't care if it's vinegar, or Wine, all greet the pot! Grab a few spices and throw them in, especially angelica."

Angelica Angelica, it's time to come back.

"Sheep intestines, sheep livers, add them all for me!" Qingqing's eyes passed through the sheep intestines hanging on the side, and landed on the unknown small wild flowers beside them.

The flowers on Moshang are blooming, but they return slowly, why hasn't he come back yet.

"Old man, why do I feel that this is not right?" Man Shan's daughter-in-law asked Man Shan in a low voice.

Although she has never made mutton soup, she still feels that there is something wrong with Grandma Zu's overly heroic cooking technique.

"What do you know, grandma of the clan was born in a wealthy family in the capital, maybe they all do this?" Although Man Shan couldn't understand Qingqing's recipes, he was still greatly shocked.

"Grandma Zu, the mutton soup I drank in the city seems to have blood clots in it, how can I do that?" Someone from Haojia Village asked humbly.

"When the soup is ready, pour the blood into it. Have you seen the egg drop soup? The principle is similar."

When Buli came back from riding a donkey, he heard his wife talking nonsense, her temples twitched twice, and she almost shouted, keep the sheep under the pot!
"Sir, you're back!" Qingqing's eyes lit up when she saw him.

The heart that had been hanging for a day was completely relieved, and he looked up and down. Fortunately, he was not injured, and it seemed that things were going well.

Buli jumped off the donkey, took two jars of wine from the bag, and strode towards the pot.

In the open space at the entrance of the village, a fire was set up, and a pot was brought out. Water had been boiled in the pot, and the sheep bones had been thrown in. Several women were holding various seasoning pots in their hands, and were about to pour them into the pot.

Buli hastily shouted to stop.

If you throw it all in, you don't need to drink the soup.

"Grandma Zu made a joke with you, do you really take it seriously? Remove all the seasonings, you guys stare at the froth in the pot, get it out when you see the froth, and I'll talk about the rest when I come back."

Buli gave a few words of advice, and dragged Qingqing to the back of the tree where no one was around.

"Why did you come back? Why didn't you wait for me to come with you?" Qingqing asked.

"I wanted to let you sleep a little longer. The gift was delivered smoothly. The matter was already done, so I went around again."

In addition to buying wine, he also bought some beef and chickens from the market, tied them on the donkey, and returned with a full load.

"Why do you buy so many ingredients? There is still a lot of food at home." Qingqing thought of him delaying his return home for shopping, and made her worry about him like a silly roe deer all afternoon, so she wanted to stare at his chest Hammer a few punches.

"To make up for your body, health preservation is based on not hurting you. I can't do it without hurting you at all. I can only make up for it afterwards."

This sentence sounds fine at first glance, but in this context, it has a lot of meaning.

It took a few seconds for Qingqing to react—is this guy driving a stroller with her?
She molested him in the cottage with "The Pengmen is now open for you", this guy held back for a whole day, and just thought of this, what about waiting for her?

Qingqing smiled angrily, reaching out to touch his cheek.

"There are only exhausted cows. How can there be plowed land? If you have time to be poor with me, you might as well make up for yourself. I don't know who can't get up tomorrow."

Not leaving for a while, he condensed his words, held back all the way and wanted to tease her, but in the end, he killed him with one sentence!
In the end, he could only make an excuse to make mutton soup, and the corners of Qingqing's mouth rose when he fled in a hurry, but he was still at ease by his side.

Today, she has a deep understanding of what it means to think about you and hate you, and you don't stop hating until you return.

Those worries and discomforts caused by not being able to see him all became clouds the moment they saw him.

This man has a taste of home.

Under Buli's command, the mutton soup was boiled smoothly. Compared with Qingqing's unreliable cooking technique, Buli's cooking method obviously resonated more with the women in the village.

While the mutton soup was being stewed, Buli added some seasonings to the marinated mutton, and by the way instructed everyone to handle the haggis correctly.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the production of this blood clot opened everyone's eyes.

Mix salt with water, pour sheep's blood, stir with hands until a lot of foam is formed, remove the foam, wait for the blood to coagulate, and cut into pieces.

Pour the blood clot into the half-boiled water and cook over low heat.

This complicated method opened everyone's eyes. Grandpa Zu stood there with his hands behind his back, talking about the cooking steps in a leisurely manner, his eyes full of character.

Seeing the big girl and the little daughter-in-law fascinated each other, I envied the grandma of the clan to have such a blessing to marry such a good husband.

If this handsome man wasn't from his ancestors, all the girls in a radius would be fascinated by him.

"Grandpa Zu, aren't you a scholar? Why do you say that? A gentleman is far away from the kitchen. Men are not allowed to enter the kitchen." Boss Hao asked.

Buli glanced casually, not feeling offended at all.

He learned these things just to make his wife fatter and healthier, no matter what other people say.

He didn't care, but Qingqing didn't want others to question her man, so she stood up directly.

"A gentleman stays away from the kitchen. It is said that a gentleman has a benevolent heart and cannot bear to see killing, so he stays away from the kitchen. It does not mean that men cannot enter the kitchen. People who can cook well are not simple people."

"It's okay if you don't know how to cook." Buli looked at her, her cooking skills remained at the stage of cooking noodles, but it didn't prevent him from watching her shine.

"Rice, rice, oil and salt can be poetry. Pots and pans can be painted as much as possible. Those who know how to cook will have a gentler heart and do things meticulously and seriously." Qingqing praised.

"Women who don't know how to cook can live a more relaxed life and have more personality." Buli responded with praise.

The two disagreed with each other and started a business mutual promotion model, which made everyone around them dumbfounded.

Are the conversations of the ancestors so confusing? Although they don't understand, what's the matter with their inexplicably sweet faces?

Yao Yao could hear star eyes from the side. When she finds a husband-in-law in the future, she must find someone like Grandpa Zu. When he saw Grandma Zu, he could not hide his liking in his eyes. In his eyes, even the shortcomings that are not tolerated by the world have become advantage.

But someone was puzzled by the style and followed up with the conversation, and this person was Ermao.

"Grandpa Zu, what is a man who can't cook?" Er Mao can't cook, and none of the men in his village can cook.

"A man who doesn't know how to cook is a pig." Buli said it was a double standard.

His Qingqing can't cook because she has more important things in her heart. It doesn't matter if she can cook or not. How can these little bastards compare with her?