Spicy Farming Wife:General's Busy In Chasing His wife

Su Hongshan is also the first time to cook steamed fish. It's easy to say, put seasonings together, marinate well, steam in steamer, let people watch the time, it's not too much trouble.

But the stewed pork in a big pot made her tangle.

At the beginning, she thought very well, more meat, more seasoning.

However, it turned out that she thought too much and the meat was too much for her to stir and turn unevenly.

When the meat is put into the pot, the fragrance will come out. But Su Hongshan has been turning it for a long time. Her arms are sour and she can't turn it. She secretly regrets that she can't make it in two pots in order to save time. Now it's ready...

it's fantastic. It's too much meat to turn around. It's tiring.

Just as Su Hongshan was thinking about whether to fill half of the meat in the pot and cook more pots, the wooden shovel in her hand was taken over.

Su Hongshan turned to see Han Dazhuang on the edge with a big wooden shovel.

The meat that she still can't turn just now arrives in Han Dazhuang's hand. Don't take it easy. You can get some more meat and put it into it. All of them can be stirred evenly.

But in the end, we still have to consider the problem of heat. If we put too much into it, it's not whether we can turn it evenly, but whether the fire is big enough.

"You put the seasoning and I'll do it."

Han Dazhuang, as always, is concise and comprehensive, seriously staring at the meat in the pot.

He always takes things seriously. When he does something, he seems to have only one thing left in his eyes.

At the moment, he turned over the meat with a spatula, and he was very serious.

His thin lips slightly pursed into a line, which may be the reason why he took the spatula and was stained with smoke and fire. The sharp lines on his face seemed to be softened.

Su Hongshan stupidly looked at, only felt that this man holding a spatula, as if is also another kind of handsome.

"Daya, put the seasoning."

The aunt on the side saw that Su Hongshan didn't move for a long time, so she quickly reminded her.

"Oh, oh..."

Su Hongshan should come up and get the salt in a hurry. She was so excited that she almost poured all the salt into the pot. However, she was still the aunt on the side. She quickly caught her.

"What's wrong with you, Daya?" The aunt asked anxiously.

Su Hongshan could not help but blush and shook her head: "it's OK. It's not stable."

She quickly stabilized her mind and put salt according to the amount of meat in the pot, and other seasonings in turn according to the heat.

Soon, the smell of stewed pork became more and more strong, floating in the air, so that the villagers in the village who can't see meat several times a year often look here and swallow their saliva subconsciously.

Adults can be more reserved and control themselves not to come around.

But children are not the same, smell fragrance pressure root can not control themselves, all surrounded.

The cook's aunt had to drive the children away from home and leave them alone.

But after a while, with the smell of meat in the air getting stronger, other adults could not help but look around.

If there is one, there are two.

After a while, a lot of people were surrounded by the temporary stove shed. They all watched the stewed pork in the pot eagerly and swallowed their saliva.

Su Hongshan finished all the seasoning, added water, put the lid on the pot and let it boil. When she turned her head, she saw so many people watching and was shocked.

"This is..."

the aunt on the side said with a smile: "Daya, the meat you cooked is so delicious that you can't help the greedy insects in your stomach. Come here and look at it eagerly."

Su Hongshan felt a burst of sweat.

She knew that feeling.