Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 3 Show off your cooking skills
  The second daughter-in-law, Chen Xiu'e, was busy in the kitchen at this time, and kept muttering: "Whoever likes to do this hard work of cooking can be exhausted to death."

He Miao went over and continued with a smile: "Second sister-in-law, you and eldest sister-in-law should take a break, I'll come."

Others think cooking is tiring work, but she enjoys it.

After drinking her mother's bowl of tasteless chicken soup, she had a premonition that her husband's food would not be much better.

Also, it is not easy to have food in these days. Who would pay attention to cooking methods.

They just stew it in a big pot in a daze until their stomachs are full.

He Miao can live without a mobile phone or the Internet, but he cannot live without delicious food.

Offering to cook can not only offer sacrifices to the five internal organs temple, but also build a good relationship with my sister-in-law. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?

Li Huahua and Chen Xiu'e were stunned at first. They couldn't believe that their newly married daughter-in-law was rushing to cook.

"Third brother and sister, with my mother supporting you, we don't dare to do anything to you." Li Huahua really didn't dare to act rashly, but his mouth was mean. He curled his lips, hugged his arms and looked at He Miao sideways.

He Miao showed no anger and said with a smile: "How can we do that? My mother-in-law loves all three of us equally, and she won't let anyone suffer at the expense of the other."

She thought to herself: You think you don't have to work if you don't cook, but I'm still waiting for you to wash the pots and dishes.

Chen Xiu'e is very scheming, and she is used to borrowing donkeys from downhill slopes and stepping forward when she sees something happening.

He grinned: "Oh! This is the new wife of our third child. She is so handsome. My second sister-in-law has long heard that you are a beauty from all over the world. I didn't expect you to be so capable. Okay, I'll leave it to you. , my sister-in-law and I will go out to serve mother."

Li Huahua was still standing angrily on the spot with a cold eyebrow, but the next second he was pulled by Chen Xiu'e and quickly walked out of the kitchen.

She muttered in half confusion and half mockery: "This person is probably a fool, how can he take the initiative to do work?"

When she was far away from the kitchen door, Chen Xiu'e continued: "Silly? Humph, we'll see, this girl is not that simple."

The kitchen was finally quiet. He Miao got a basin of water from the water tank, washed her hands, and looked through the available ingredients on the shelves.

There are eggs, tofu, two or three fresh vegetables, onions, ginger, garlic and all the ingredients.

The most important thing is that there is a piece of pork as big as a palm, alternately fat and thin, and oily.

There were seven or eight corn flour pancakes stuck in the pot. He Miao turned them over and found that several of them were burnt on the bottom.

She used a shovel to carefully scrape off the dark parts of the pancake and put it back into the pot.

He also used the stove hook to pick out a few pieces of firewood under the stove, turned down the stove fire, and heated it slowly.

According to the customs of the Dayan Dynasty, if you refer to modern recipes, many ingredients and methods cannot be achieved.

She took out the Qing Dynasty cookbook and looked through it for reference.

First make a steamed pork dish, which is half-fat and lean pork, mix well with rice flour, marinate well, and place cabbage slices and potato slices on the bottom.

Put it in a steamer and steam it for about half an hour. You don't have to watch it during this time, you can make other dishes.

After the pancakes are pasted, shovel them out and put them on a plate, brush the pot with a rice broom, and continue making the next dish of spicy tofu and eggs.

The large iron pot in the countryside is easier to use than the iron plate. It is full of gas for cooking. He Miao prepared the spicy sauce three times, five times, five times, and two times.

Slice the tofu and slide it out of the pot without flipping it. Just crack three eggs into it. When the eggs are solidified, pour in the sauce, cover the pot and let it simmer.

Then take a cracked earthenware pot and stew soup to moisten your stomach.

There was no good thing like bone soup at home, so He Miao made a pot of vegetable soup with water and salt.

The vegetables are all grown in our own garden, so they are fresh and delicious enough without adding additional seasonings.

Finally, she made a sweet potato with carrots and served it to the children at home and her silly husband who was almost like a child.

He Miao is the best at this dish. Cut the sweet potatoes, wrap them in a circle of flour, fry them in oil until golden and set aside.

The key point is to boil sugar. The Feng family's sugar jar is large and full. He Miao lets go and scoops out a large spoonful of sugar and boils it with water.

When it becomes yellow and can be drawn, put the sweet potatoes and wrap the sugar strands around it and it is ready.

After comparing the recipes and relying on his years of cooking skills and past cooking experience, He Miao made three dishes and one soup in less than an hour.

When he was carrying the dishes to the main room, He Miao saw a young man and two young children gathered around the table and playing with sheep's bones and sandbags.

"Miao'er, these two little ones, the older one is the daughter of your second brother's family, and the younger one is the son of the eldest brother's family." Mrs. Feng Liu hurriedly grabbed the two children, "Huaidi, Dabao, call me auntie!" "Hello, auntie!" the two little guys called in unison.

He Miao put down the dishes, stretched out her hands to draw her bows, and pinched her two tender little cheeks: "Hello, you guys!"

After a pause, Mrs. Feng Liu pointed to the young man beside him who was having a great time without raising his head, and said a little guiltily: "This is the third child in our family, your husband-in-law Feng Yuanlang."

The three sons and one daughter of the Feng family all had simple and hasty names, except Feng Laosan.

The late grandmother of the Feng family was good at calculations. She had predicted that the child would become a marquis and prime minister in the future, so she gave him a scientific name, which means "with strong vitality and a bright future."

He Miao could see his face clearly through the dim light of the oil lamp.

Feng Yuanlang's speech and behavior looked like he was only seven or eight years old, but he had a handsome face that was inconsistent with his mind.

Especially those eyes, which are as clear and shining as a pool of blue waves, and the eyelashes flicker like two small fans.

Under the alternating light of light and dark, He Miao couldn't help but be stunned.

With this appearance and figure, he looks like someone who was once active in a certain industry and now works on a sewing machine.

Feng Yuanlang was turned around by his mother, and reluctantly shouted: "I haven't had enough fun yet, mother!"

"Stop playing, look who's coming. Have you forgotten what my mother told you this morning?"

Feng Yuanlang stared at He Miao with his big innocent eyes: "Daughter-in-law? Here comes the daughter-in-law who comes to control me, doesn't let me eat or play, and even takes off my pants."

One sentence brought back He Miao's thoughts.

She complained crazily in her mind: This guy is handsome, but he has too many mouths. What a pity. Why can't he be a mute groom?
  Mrs. Feng Liu's face instantly turned red as pig liver: "You kid, what are you talking about? This is my mother who specially came to play with you. She is good to you!"

Feng Yuanlang covered his ears and shook his head: "No, Yuen Long doesn't want it. My wife is not good. She will pull my ears and fight with me in bed at night to make me work."

He Miao secretly smiled in her heart. She took a piece of sweet potato with her chopsticks, pulled out a long sugar thread, wrapped it around the head of the chopstick a few times, dipped it in a bowl of water prepared in advance, and handed it to Feng Yuanlang.

The fool stared at it warily for a while, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrant aroma and took a bite into his mouth.

The sweetness filled his heart, and Feng Yuanlang immediately widened his eyes: "It's so delicious! My wife's cooking is so delicious! My wife is good, good!"

Mrs. Feng Liu's tense face relaxed, she squinted her eyes and smiled, feeling a little more fond of her new daughter-in-law.

After a while, family members came back one after another. After a few introductions and pleasantries, the family sat down to eat.

The farmers who eat thick flour pancakes, vegetable steamed buns and stewed vegetables all day long have their eyes popping out when they see this table of dishes.

Feng Qinkui, the father of the Feng family, was a blacksmith. He set up a shop in the west of the village and took his eldest son to work on blacksmithing all day long.

I have lived until I am almost fifty, but I have never tasted such delicious food. Even though I have always been quiet, I still have to praise it.

"My third daughter-in-law, you have such good skills. I am very lucky to marry you."

"Third younger brother and sister, the food you cook is so delicious, it's as good as the emperor's royal food!" Feng Dazhuang, the eldest son of the Feng family, was full of praise.

"With so much meat, so much sugar, how much lard does these dishes cost? Tsk tsk, my mother really loves her siblings." Li Huahua complained as he stuffed meat into his mouth.

Feng Erzhuang, the second eldest son of the Feng family, said, "Sister-in-law, I can eat what you have. If there is delicious food, I can't stop your mouth."

When Chen Xiu'e saw her man's attitude, she also helped: "Isn't that right? The third child in our family is really lucky. No matter how you say it, you should eat something good on the wedding night."

Mrs. Feng Liu stretched out her chopsticks and tapped the table and said, "Hey, what can I say without being ashamed? Eat quickly. After finishing, clean the table and wash the dishes."

He Miao listened calmly to the family's bickering, maintaining the basic ethics of a "food worker" and eating seriously with his head down.

To her left sat her husband, who was having a good meal. His facial contours were clear and stylish, his skin was slightly oily and delicate, and he looked handsome.

Sitting on the right side is Feng Xiaoxi, the youngest daughter of the Feng family, who has just passed her fourteenth birthday. She is nibbling a pancake with a round face.

Feng Xiaoxi liked this sister-in-law the first time she saw her. After eating this "palace banquet", she felt even more respectful. She silently gave He Miao several dishes with chopsticks to show her affection.

Farmers are reluctant to waste a grain of rice, and it is rare to eat this good thing.

Like the wind and the remaining clouds, several plates of food were swept away.

It seems that this meal is enough to satisfy everyone after entering my husband's house for the first time.

　The people who do the work are the souls of the people, and the people who do the work are the masters!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)