Author: Flower Planting Little Master

The owner of the dairy factory saw that he was thin and weak and had not ridden a bicycle, so he wanted to help her take it home.

As a result, Gentle lifted the stainless steel barrel with one hand, as if nothing had happened.

"Boss, I'm leaving!" Wenrou smiled and greeted her, walking home lightly.

The dairy factory owner was shocked!

If he hadn't squeezed a bucket of milk with his own hands, he would have suspected that he was a profiteer and had not filled anyone with it.

When Wenrou arrived home, the camera elder brother was already waiting at the door.

"Sister, what good things have you bought back?"

The camera immediately stepped forward.

He looked at the fresh milk in the bucket and was not careful, and the camera was almost touching the gentle nose.

"Be careful." The gentle tone was a little heavier.

I don’t know what’s going on. After getting along for a long time, I feel that the staff have collectively reduced their wisdom. Every day, I only know that I’m drooling and wanting to eat.

The cameraman took a step back, stared at the stainless steel bucket, and asked excitedly: "Are you crowded milk now?"

"Um."

"Ahhh, I haven't drunk the fresh milk yet. This is fresh milk! Sister, why don't you call me to go with me?"

If it weren't for carrying the camera, this person would have gone to carry the milk bucket.

"Aren't you staring at the duck?" Wenrou walked home, too lazy to pay attention.

The cameraman was a little embarrassed and kept praising: "I haven't eaten duck roasted from the earthen stove before~"

The ducks outside are usually roasted by machines and can be bought on the roadside, and the taste is very ordinary.

Those who are sent to the oven are rarely made with pine hair and branches. Even if there are, the price is very expensive.

"Wait!" Wenrou chuckled.

She put the milk bucket and rushed to the backyard with a basin containing brine.

As time goes by, it should be almost done.

Sure enough, when I walked through the vestibule, the aroma of roast duck had already wafted over.

The cameraman hurriedly followed behind, his whole face full of expectations.

When I opened the lid of the earthen stove, the duck had been smoked into a honey color, oily and shiny, making the whole duck fuller.

"Wow~" The cameraman made a sound.

He swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but sigh that he hadn't eaten a mat for too long!

Gently put down the basin and carefully lifted the duck out with the iron hook.

In the sun, this is clearly a divine duck coated with a layer of golden light!

"No wonder people who exercise like to apply the black oil on their bodies, which will make them look more fleshy." Gentle and serious commented.

The cameraman took the idea of ​​eating ducks and felt a pain in his chest.

“That’s so scary~”

"I can't look directly at the muscular man anymore!"

"Hahahaha, it's worthy of being Wendy, the range of recipes is wide..."

Netizens also tightened their bodies, and the barrage was very happy.

Wenrou quickly placed the duck on the basin, and all the duck oil dripped into the brine, and suddenly there was a layer of oil on the brine.

"I don't want duck oil, right?" The cameraman came over and smelled the duck oil, and his expression was a little disgusted. "Sister, I'd better not want this duck oil. Our family is not short of this amount of oil."

However, gentleness is unmoved.

"Sister, this duck smells too strong. Do you know what it smells like?" The cameraman said with difficulty, "Really, the 20-yuan roast duck outside is also served beer, which is the smell. I ate it.

When I got into my mouth, I felt like I was eating a down jacket! Oh my God, especially the given duck soup, it was completely down jacket soup!”

Oh my God, he remembered the fear of being dominated by down jacket soup, and immediately lost hope for the roast duck made by gentle.

"I know the duck oil tastes stronger, but don't worry, I will add spices to remove the fishy smell. This adds braised rice, dipped duck oil in water, and then adds chili, you will definitely like it. Original soup and original food

Well!" Gentle explained, handed the duck to the camera, "Please help me mention it."

She carried the basin and walked forward again.

It is normal to hate the duck smell, and she didn't like it before.

However, the braised spices can just remove the smell, and it is a spicy taste, leaving almost the aroma of meat. When mixed together, the taste is just one word, it is awesome!

The camera said that the roast duck on the roadside that costs 20 yuan and gives beer is probably not very good.

It’s only 20 yuan, and the merchants also need to make money. The processing is definitely not that clean, so the taste is naturally bad.

The camera carried the camera in one hand and the duck in the other, and then Wenrou returned to the kitchen.

He obviously felt that as he was gentle during this period, his physical strength became stronger!

Gently placed the iron basin directly on the small stove, lighted the heat, threw the onion, ginger and garlic in, and added some spices.

"Look, how about my cake?" Sun Yuniang had already made two plates of cake, each plate was full of piles.

"Mom, this cake is big and thin, enough, you can take a break!"

There are not many people in the family, so I treat it as supper, which is enough to eat.

"Okay!" Sun Yuniang was in a high mood.

She took out black silk from her pocket and scared the camera.

If it weren't for gentle and steadying the camera's big brother's hand, the roast duck would have fallen to the ground.

As soon as Sun Yuniang went out, she took the camera as if she was curious about the baby and asked in a low voice: "What is the aunt doing?"

"I don't know, maybe I want to change my style?" Wenrou put the roast duck on the chopping board, lowered her head, and meticulously started to slice the duck.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I can't tell, the aunt and the old man are having a good time."

After speaking, he focused on appreciating Master Wen's duck.

"Gentle, are you enough of this?" After a while, Sun Yuniang came back.

The camera shook over and looked carefully. She was holding black stockings in her hand, but now the black stockings contain a lot of black tea leaves.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Wenrou put down the knife in shock.

"Make stockings milk tea? Didn't you say it? I don't understand you people in the city. If you have milk tea, just cook tea with milk, so it's better. I have to add stockings. But I thought about it again and used

If you have stockings, you can indeed filter out the tea leaves, which is quite convenient." Sun Yuniang shook the stockings.

She had tied knots and threw them directly into the milk to cook, and the tea leaves would not spread out.

At this time, Wenrou understood why her mother-in-law kept saying black stockings.

It turned out that my mother-in-law thought that the silk stockings milk tea was made of stockings, so my mother-in-law acted strangely and was worried that the black stockings would fade...

"Mom, stockings and milk tea actually has nothing to do with stockings. It's all my fault. I didn't explain it to you in advance." Gentle explained that it was because the white cloth bag used to pull tea will eventually dye it into milk tea, which is very similar to the skin color.

The color of stockings is called stockings milk tea.

"Ah?" Sun Yuniang laughed heartily, "I'm making a joke!"

"It's the first time I know." The cameraman also agreed.
Chapter completed!