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Chapter 80 Song Juan: Let me try?
"Good fight!"

"This is my daughter!"

After listening to Song Juan's words, Li Guilan looked at her precious girl with admiration.

"What do you say?"

When Song Laifu heard what Li Guilan said, he couldn't help but say, "Juan'er, I have to blame you for this matter!"

"Where can girls beat people like today?"

"If this is seen by others and spread, do you still want your reputation?"

"You too, how can you tell your daughter like that?"

Song Laifu looked at Li Guilan again, "Did you suffer less before? It's been so many years, why don't you have a long memory? Do you have to let your daughter be like you?"

"...?!"

Hearing these words, Song Juan looked at her parents curiously.

From her father Song Laifu's words, Song Juan realized that there was a story in it.

"Old man, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Why don't I have a long memory?"

"When did I let my daughter be like me?"

"Also, do you dislike me?"

Li Guilan was immediately annoyed by what Song Laifu said.

"Yes, yes, you have a long memory, my daughter is different from you!"

Song Laifu saw that Li Guilan was in a hurry, and hurriedly followed her words.

Seeing this, Song Juan temporarily curbed her curiosity.

She could see that when her own mother was young, nine out of ten she was a formidable character, which also affected her reputation.

However, as a junior, she should not inquire about the old affairs of the elders.

"Mom, isn't it almost time?"

Song Juan decisively broke her mouth and changed the subject.

As a filial daughter, one must know how to mediate disputes between parents.Especially since this dispute is a matter of old sesame seeds and rotten millet, it is even more necessary to act decisively.

"Oh, it's time!"

Song Laifu looked at the time on his watch and slapped his thigh.

Seeing this, Li Guilan didn't continue to argue with Song Laifu anymore, but set off quickly.

The family of three closed the doors and windows, locked what should be locked, and tidied up what should be tidied up, and then hurried towards the big house where the team headquarters is located.

The old Geng's family is currently living in an empty house near the team headquarters. After all, this day is not suitable for starting work and building a new house.

Moreover, it takes time to raise the bricks, tiles and timber needed to build a house.

Song Juan followed Li Guilan and Song Laifu to Geng's house, and was immediately welcomed in as a distinguished guest.

Although I came to help with work, I had to eat lunch first.

Of course, lunch is not a big deal.

It is a stew with sliced ​​meat added in it, and the taste is just average. The staple food is steamed buns with Erhe noodles, which is full.

Although Song Juan ate scrambled eggs before, she was really hungry now, so although the food tasted mediocre, she still ate with relish.

After eating and resting for a while, I got busy.

The happy characters for weddings are all cut out by yourself.

Song Juan is not good at this.

She could only be a spectator by the side, eager to try, but didn't get the chance to show it.After all, red paper is limited, if it is wasted, it is a great sin.

Because the conditions are limited, the wedding banquet is actually basically simple.

Song Juan helped to make a few cakes, but was pushed aside by Li Guilan, who disliked her for being too slow.

For this, Song Juan felt quite wronged.

It's not that she's slow, it's that she doesn't have enough strength.

This kneading is really a laborious job.Unfortunately, Song Juan spent a lot of effort cleaning up Zhao Meilan in the morning, and she hasn't fully recovered yet.

In addition, Song Juan was a bit of an obsessive-compulsive disorder in pursuing perfection as a pastry. As a result, her speed was too slow.

In the end, Song Juan didn't help much.

After finishing the work, I had another dinner in the evening.

……

In the early morning of the second day, Song Juan was called out early, and she still went to help.

This time it really helped!
Such as serving food, such as taking care of the children of the guests who come to eat.

For another example, if the tea at any table ran out, she had to help boil the water.

Anyway, it's just doing chores.

Song Juan had no objection to this.

However, when Song Juan followed Li Guilan and Song Laifu to Geng's house to help arrange the tables, chairs, dishes, and chopsticks, a rather unfortunate news came.

The chef who had promised to cook for Geng's family caught a cold last night for some reason, and didn't get up this morning.

In other words, the chef in charge of this wedding banquet will not be able to come.

"Why don't we guys just do it?"

After hearing that the chef in charge could not come, Li Guilan volunteered to make a suggestion.

"Auntie, is this okay?"

When Geng Wenming's daughter-in-law Wang Yuan heard Li Guilan's words, she panicked.

This is not a matter of having a few guests at home and frying a few dishes casually.

Today, there are more than ten tables of guests, and every dish must be a big pot dish.

If this is not done well, it will be pregnant with the reputation of the old Geng family.

"Why don't I try it?"

Song Juan felt that she could help, so she stood up decisively.

"Go, go, go, where did you get this?"

Li Guilan looked at Song Juan who volunteered angrily, "This is a big pot dish, not homemade stew or stir-fry. You haven't done it before, so don't make trouble!"

This is true!

The method of small stir-fries is fundamentally different from that of big pot dishes.

The grasp of the heat and the proportion of seasonings are all very particular.

Some people can fry big pot dishes, but they can't handle small stir-fry dishes; some people are good at making small stir-fry dishes, but they are not as good at making big pot dishes.

This is the legendary art profession with a specialization, which is separated like a mountain.

It's just that Song Juan really has experience in big pot dishes.

"Mom, how do you know I can't get it?"

Song Juan felt that she needed to rectify her name, "How about, let's make a bet, I'll make a vegetable stir-fried cabbage first, and then taste it, if it doesn't work, it's nothing more than a waste of two cabbages, but if it's delicious, today's I'll fill up the dishes for the wedding banquet!"

"Okay, you come!"

Li Guilan was also amused.

When eating big pot rice before, she had mastered the ladle anyway, and although the taste of the dishes she made was mediocre, she was somewhat experienced.

But what about Song Juan?

How could Li Guilan, a mother, not understand her daughter?

I didn't do much work, as for cooking?That is to say, I have only recently cooked. Although the taste is good, this big pot dish is another matter.

Song Juan got Li Guilan's permission, and immediately asked her two sister-in-laws to help chop vegetables.

Two stalks of Chinese cabbage were cut into finger-thin strips.

Minced ginger and garlic!
Slice the green onions into sections.

Turn on the fire, heat the bottom of the pot, and put the lard in the pot.

When the lard at the bottom of the pot blooms and starts to smoke, add the ginger and garlic to the pot and stir fry.

Put the soybean paste into the pot and stir-fry.

As the green smoke rose, the big pot of cabbage was poured into the pot and stir-fried.

Slowly, the aroma of fried cabbage began to fill the air.

Anyone can smell that it is fried cabbage, a dish that everyone often eats in winter.But at this moment, the fried cabbage has a special fragrance.

Li Guilan, Wang Yuan and the others who were standing by the stove all had bright eyes.

Soon, the cabbage came out of the pan.

Li Guilan was the first to hold out her chopsticks.

Fragrant!
翠！
good to eat!

"Mom, my skill, being a chef, is it alright?"

Song Juan looked at her mother proudly.

(End of this chapter)