sweet wife little confused

Chapter 12 Lunch
"Is this your kettle?" Zhang Zhenan asked.

"En." An Xiu'er nodded, as if she was afraid that he would not take it with her, she explained to him again: "Don't worry, I washed it, you take it with you, in case you get thirsty later, you can also have water drink."

"Thank you." Zhang Zhenan twisted the rope hanging from the bamboo tube, and walked out.

An Xiu'er followed behind him, she stopped only when she reached the door, watched him go out, and when he was gone, she turned around and came back.

Zhang Zhenan looked back, and he was relieved when he saw that she was no longer outside the door. It was a strange feeling to be watched.

Walking back to his own boat, Zhang Zhenan loosened the anchor, then walked into the cabin, threw the fish basket away, put the water bottle An Xiuer gave him on the table, picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured it for himself. Tasting a glass of wine, letting the boat be blown around by the wind.

When the boat floated to the shore, he cast the net down, took note of the position, and still lay casually on the boat, drinking his own small wine.

When he was fishing, he didn't think about how much money he wanted to earn, as long as he had enough food and clothing, but before he was only one person, there was little place to spend money, and he always fished for three days and two days for drying nets, but now there is one more person , I should be more diligent.

And An Xiu'er tidied up the room at home.

Previously, Zhang Zhenan was alone at home. Although the house could not be called sloppy, it was really not very clean.

She looked at the sky, thought about it, and decided to clean up the kitchen in the morning. Thinking of the rice grains on the edge of the bowl when she took the bowls and chopsticks for breakfast in the morning, she felt that she needed to wash the bowls and chopsticks again .

The firewood in the kitchen was full, and there was still a little spark left in the stove from the fire in the morning. She took the tongs and pushed the ashes away from the middle, put some flammable leaves in it, and put some dry twigs on top. The blower blew a few times in the middle, and soon the fire was lit.

Just as the fire was on, An Xiu'er cleaned the pot first, and then boiled half a pot of water.

Afterwards, she found a wooden basin, and took out all the bowls, chopsticks and spoons from the cupboard. There were not many bowls and chopsticks. An Xiu'er prepared another wooden basin, scooped some hot water from it, and carefully Carefully wiped all the exceptions of the cupboard.

After wiping the cupboard, she wiped clean the table under the cupboard. Many places on the table were covered with a thick layer of black stains. An Xiu'er wiped it for a long time, and there were thin spots on her forehead. I was sweating a lot before I wiped the case clean.

After that, she washed the bowls again, and after washing them clean, she put them into the cupboard according to their size.

Looking at the brand-new cabinet, she had a satisfied smile on her face.

After resting for a while, she continued to wipe the stove. It hadn't been washed for a long time, and it was full of accumulated oil stains. It was almost impossible to see the original color. An Xiuer picked some plant ashes from the stove. , and pour it over the hob.

First wipe it with plant ash, and then wipe it several times with a clean handkerchief. Finally, the stove is clean. An Xiu'er also seldom does housework at home. After doing it all morning, she feels a little tired.

But seeing that it was getting late, she was afraid that Zhang Zhenan would not have food when he came back, so she didn't dare to rest, so she hurriedly wiped clean the jars containing the seasonings, and then prepared to cook.

Opening the rice vat, there was more than half of the rice in the rice vat, which made An Xiu'er hesitate, should she make porridge or rice?
Can he be full if he makes porridge?If he made white rice, would he blame himself for wasting too much food?
An Xiu'er began to quickly calculate in her mind that it would take her two days to embroider a piece of handkerchief. If she had nothing to do during the day, she would have to stay up late at night. One day would be enough, and a catty of good-quality round-grained rice would cost five cents. , she embroidered a quick handkerchief, and she could get ten cents, and she could buy two catties of rice. They shouldn't be able to eat two catties of rice a day. After doing the math, she decided to cook plain rice and eat it.

After rekindling the fire, An Xiu'er began to wash the rice and cook. There was a proper amount of water in the pot. After the water boiled, she poured the rice down and boiled it for a few more rounds. The rice was ready.

Use a bamboo fisher to scoop the rice into the pot, and the rice porridge is still cooking underneath. She put a bamboo stick in the pot, put the pot with the rice on it, and planned to steam it for a while.

There was a large piece of firewood in the stove, which was enough to burn for a long time, and she began to think about what to cook.

Zhang Zhenan put a big tank next to the kitchen, and there were some fish in it. An Xiuer walked over and took out a fish. She put the cutting board outside and poured the fish on it. The fish seemed to know that it was going to die. , struggling constantly on the cutting board.

"Don't blame the fish, don't blame the fish, you will have a good birth in the next life." An Xiu'er muttered something, picked up the knife and slapped the fish on the head, and the fish died without life.

Although she doesn't cook often, she is also good at cooking. She found a thread in the house, stretched the thread straight, scraped the fish, turned the fish over, With a quick scrape and a flush with water, she removed all the fish scales.

Split the fish maw, take out some of the viscera inside, remove a blue-black fish gall inside, and she is reluctant to throw away other things, but put it in another wooden basin, sprinkle some salt, and carefully After rubbing for a while, after removing the fishy smell, put it in a bowl for later use.

After tidying up the fish, she went to the front and back of the house to find some wild vegetables. Although it was not harvested right now, the wild vegetables were still fresh and tender, and they were just right for making a vegetable.

After packing up all the ingredients and returning to the kitchen, the firewood in the stove had just been burned, and when the pot was opened, the rice inside was fragrant.

An Xiu'er took a greedy breath, brought out the rice, found another iron pot, filled it with the porridge, then cleaned the pot and started cooking.

When she was in An's house, Mrs. Liang was always reluctant to use oil. Every time, she would use a diced radish to dip a little or two of oil into the pot, and it was not enough to dip the pot. An Xiuer saw the oil in the kitchen. There was still a lot of oil in the jar, so I thought about making my own decisions, and generously poured two tablespoons of oil into it.

The oil was put in properly, and the fire was hot, even a plate of ordinary wild vegetables was fried by her until it was green and pleasing, and she was quite satisfied with her cooking.

The next step is to cook the fish, put enough oil, wait for the oil to sizzle in the pot, pour the fish in, fry until golden on both sides, add chili, ginger and garlic, and then put the cleaned fish internal organs in it , poured some water, she put the lid on the pot, and added a handful of firewood to the stove, and when the fire went out, the fish was ready.

Opening the lid of the pot, the aroma diffused, and the whole yard was filled with the smell of fish, which made this simple courtyard a bit more homey. Zhang Zhenan had just entered the door, smelling the aroma, and suddenly felt a little hungry.

An Xiu'er took out the fish and sprinkled the chopped scallions on it. The fish was done. As soon as she brought it to the table outside, she saw Zhang Zhen'an walking towards this side, and rushed to meet him, " you're back."

"En." Zhang Zhen'an nodded slightly. He was used to being alone every time he went home, and he was really not used to the feeling of someone waiting for him when he came home.

"Are you hungry? I cooked white rice, cooked fish, and fried wild vegetables today."

An Xiu'er told him all the food she cooked, and watched his expression calmly, she was afraid that he would scold her for being wasteful and wasting food, but he didn't say a word, just went to the backyard and took the fish The fish in the basket was poured into the fish tank.

"Today's harvest is not bad." An Xiu'er was also happy when she saw that there were a few more fish in the fish tank, and said, "Master, you are really amazing."

"What did you call me?" Zhang Zhen'an was slightly taken aback when he heard her calling him Mr.

"I called you Mr. Gong? Is there something wrong?" An Xiu'er raised her head to look at his face, seeing that his face didn't look right, she asked, "Then what should I call you?"

"It's nothing, you can call it whatever you like." Zhang Zhenan laughed at himself, but it was a pity that An Xiu'er went to serve the dishes and didn't notice.

Zhang Zhenan took off the bamboo hat from his head, fetched water and washed his hands, An Xiuer over there had already helped him serve the meal, walked to the main room, he took the chopsticks handed over by An Xiuer, without twitching, he raised his hand, He took a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.

Well, this little woman's cooking is pretty good. Compared with the meals he cooks on weekdays, Zhang Zhen'an feels that he is not losing money. It is worth buying someone to cook for six taels of silver.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" Looking up, he found that An Xiu'er was looking at him all the time, he felt a little strange.

An Xiu'er saw that he had discovered her little tricks, she quickly lowered her head, and said, "No, I just wanted to ask you, is this dish delicious?"

"It's delicious." Zhang Zhenan was not stingy with his praise.

An Xiuer's face revealed a relaxed look, "Then I don't worry, I'm afraid you don't like it." So I stared at him, but after watching for a long time, I don't know whether he likes it or not. She likes to eat, and now that she heard his praise, she finally felt relieved.

"I'm not picky about food." Meals are just something he uses to satisfy his hunger, but if it tastes better, no one will refuse it.

"It's good not to be picky eaters." An Xiu'er nodded, and said, "I'm not picky eaters either."

That's when Zhang Zhen'an just looked up at her, and didn't answer her words. He's not used to talking while eating. Seeing that he was silent, An Xiu'er didn't chatter anymore. She just ate the rice in her bowl silently, chewing After taking a big bite, she only felt that what she made was moderately soft and hard, and it was very delicious. Even without vegetables, she could still eat a big bowl.

(End of this chapter)