Jiang Yanyi asked Okra to put two meals of rice into the pot, so that they could just heat up a cold rice at night without having to tossing.

She picked up a big yellow pumpkin from the corner of the wall and peeled off the skin with a kitchen knife.

Because this pumpkin is relatively old, Jiang Yanyi deliberately tries the skin a little thicker when peeling. Whether the pumpkin is delicious can be judged by the feel of the pressing knife during peeling and the color of the pumpkin meat after peeling.

When Jiang Yanyi handled the pumpkin in her hand, she smiled: "This pumpkin must be sweet."

Okra was squatting beside her to clean up the seeds from the pumpkin pulp. Hearing the sound of a greedy look, her face was covered with orange juice on the pumpkin pulp, like a little cat: "Sweet?"

In this era, the sugar is extremely expensive. It is probably rare for ordinary people to buy a little bit throughout the year. Only those rich families often eat sweets.

Jiang Yanyi nodded, washed and cut the peeled pumpkin into small pieces, and prepared one-quarter to make pumpkin stew rice. The remaining three-quarters were planned to make pumpkin pie. She said, "Current the stove next to you, and I steamed most of the remaining pumpkin to make pumpkin pie."

When the okra heard about making pumpkin cakes, he quickly went back to the back of the stove and burned the fire.

There are three pots on the stove, and Jiang Yanyi is very satisfied. One large pot can be used to put a steamer and make steamed dishes; the medium pot is used for stewing, and the remaining small pot is used for frying.

There is also a top pot for boiling water between the medium and small pots, which is connected to the stove. When cooking, a fire will be set, and the water in the top pot will be heated, saving a lot of firewood.

Jiang Yanyi put the chopped pumpkin pieces into a steamer and steamed them. He then stirred the rice cooked in the medium pot with a large iron spoon. The rice soup was thick white and sticky, and the rising water steam mixed with a strong rice fragrance.

Jiang Yanyi used a firewood pot to cook rice. He only saw it at his grandmother's house when he was a child. The rice cooked in this way seemed to be more fragrant than the ones made with an electric rice cooker.

Seeing that the rice was about to be cooked for a while, she finished squeezing the pumpkin seeds halfway through the okra, washed away the orange pumpkin juice with clean water, filtered it into a basket and spread it flat, and brought it to the yard for drying.

The pumpkin seeds are not dry yet, but Jiang Yanyi has already figured out how to stir-fry it and eat it as a snack. Well, I have to leave some pumpkin seeds and plant them in the yard after spring next year. Then there will be pumpkin sprout tips and pumpkin flowers to eat.

Jiang Yanyi sighed and felt that the pumpkin was full of treasures.

When she returned to the kitchen again, the rice had been cooked until it was 70% cooked. Jiang Yanyi found a clean basin to cushion underneath, put the basin on, and used a wooden basin to scoop the rice in the pot into the basin. The rice was drained out, and the basin was thick and white rice soup.

The okra was so greedy that she couldn't wait to start the meal, so she drank two large bowls of rice soup.

Jiang Yanyi was amused and crying: "You have drunk too much rice soup now, and you can't eat much later."

Okra held the bowl and shook her head: "I think I can eat three more bowls."

Jiang Yanyi was amused by this silly girl.

I don’t know if it’s because I have recovered my freedom, but I’m cooking, Jiang Yanyi only feels that it’s much easier and more comfortable here than when I was in Huotou Camp. I feel happy and have the energy to do anything.

She washed the pot, controlled the water and put oil in it. When the oil was hot, the garlic was put in it and then it was fragrant. Then she poured the quarter of the pumpkin she had left before into the pot and stir-fry it. She only added salt and didn't put other seasonings. The smell that came out of the pot was already very fragrant.

She used a shovel to shovel the pumpkins in the pot into piles, and the oil-stained crystals were dipped on the pumpkins. Jiang Yanyi carefully spread the drained rice onto the pumpkins with chopsticks and covered them tightly, so that the sweetness of the pumpkins would be locked into the rice.

While adding water along the pot, Jiang Yanyi said to Okra: "Change medium-low heat. If the heat is too high, the pumpkin will be pasted before it is cooked."

Okra nodded obediently.

After doing all this, Jiang Yanyi covered the pot with the lid. When the pumpkin in the pot was ripe, the layer of rice on it would be ripe. She didn't need to deliberately remember the time. Just looking at the qi coming out of the pot, she knew when the heat should be turned off.

The pumpkin cubes in the steamer were steamed at this time. Jiang Yanyi took out the steamed pumpkin cubes, mashed them into a paste, and then kneaded them until they didn't stick to the bottom of the pot, cover them with a clean wet veal and sucked for a while.

At this time, the white air coming out of the pumpkin stewed rice in the pot from the lid of the pot was reduced. When you approached it, there was a faint "crackling" sound inside. The rice grains on the pot that were attached had begun to turn into crusts. Jiang Yanyi hurriedly asked the okra to extinguish the fire in the pot and turn the firewood to the stove under the small pot.

She rolled the pasta into long strips, and quickly pulled it into small pieces. She rolled it into a small ball. After pressing it on the chopping board, it turned into a flat pumpkin pie.

Seeing that the pan is hot, add oil and fry the pumpkin cake until both sides are browned. Under the action of hot air, the browned shell of the pumpkin cake will bulge, which is very beautiful.

After the pumpkin pie was put on the pot, Jiang Yanyi asked the okra to taste. She took the okra directly and changed the chopsticks to pick it up. However, she still got hot in her mouth. She ate it so fast that she stuck out her tongue and vented it.

"Eat slowly, there's so much." Jiang Yanyi was afraid that she would burn her tongue.

"Good times (eat), I'm not afraid of Shang (scalding)." Okra spoke again and indeed had a big tongue. She took a pair of chopsticks and handed it to Jiang Yanyi: "Good Gua (flower) times (eat)."

Jiang Yanyi picked up a piece and tasted it. The outer skin of the pumpkin pie was fried to a crispy and crispy, but it was soft and glutinous inside, and it tasted sweet. It was not the kind of sweetness that was greasy, but the sweetness of the pumpkin itself.

When Jiang Yanyi mixed glutinous rice noodles, she didn't add it because there was no sugar at home. She thought the taste might be a little light, but the finished product was very popular with her.

She nodded with satisfaction, turned around and took off the lid of the pot: "Start the meal."

There was a sudden knock on the door outside, and Okra took a piece of pumpkin pie to open the door.

Jiang Yanyi had just put the stewed pumpkin rice on him, and the okra jumped back with the pumpkin pie in his mouth, like a little rat that saw a cat.

Jiang Yanyi asked her: "What's wrong?"

Okra trembled and said, "There is someone outside."

Jiang Yanyixin said that it wasn’t a person, how could he scare the child into this?

She wiped her hands on the apron around her waist, walked across the yard and headed towards the shop in front. When she saw the man standing at the door, she was not surprised why Okra was so scared.

But... what happened to this general holding a pot of pepper in his hand?

Jiang Yanyi couldn't help but glanced at the pepper in his hand a few more times, then looked up at him: "General, you are..."

Feng Shuo handed the potted plant to her, "I heard you open a shop here."

With his eyes connected, he opened his eyes a little uncomfortable, but his voice was always clear.

Jiang Yanyi was stunned for a moment, and then she thought that the Protectorate was next to her, and they were now neighbors. The general came over with a plate of peppers to congratulate him on opening the shop?

Not to mention the other side, this general is really good for being friendly to the neighbors, and he has no airs at all.

Because of his actions, Jiang Yanyi's favorability towards him increased a lot.

But it is good to open a business and give flower baskets, but her store has not yet been opened. Jiang Yanyi is a little embarrassed and it is not easy to disobey the other person's kindness. What he gave is not something else, but chili!

Jiang Yanyi took the pepper potted plant he handed over, thinking that with the cold-hearted nature of this general, he just came over to give a gift.

But after a few polite words, he obviously had no intention of leaving. It was not good to stand at the door like this. The two of them looked outstanding, and there were many people coming and going on the street. Anyone who passed by couldn't help but take a look at them.

Jiang Yanyi was a little embarrassed to see, but it was not good to drive the guests after giving gifts, so she had to say politely: "I just moved here today, and I haven't had time to clean up inside and outside the house. If the general doesn't dislike it, just go into the store and sit down."

"Sitting in the store" is just a polite word. She said that the inside has not been cleaned up yet. When ordinary people hear this, they must know that it is inconvenient to entertain guests.

But Jiang Yanyi didn't know whether the general didn't understand the worldly ways or what. After she finished speaking, he replied with a word: "Yes."

If he hadn't had a cold face, Jiang Yanyi would have suspected that he was standing at the door for a long time just to wait for her words.

She gritted her teeth and welcomed the person in. The shop had not yet set up a table, and it was empty, with only a counter in the original collection office. Jiang Yanyi put the pot of pepper on the counter.

I went to the yard behind and found a foldable wooden table to carry it over, and put a chair on him to sit on it.

The shop door was closed before, but now he was invited in. In order to avoid suspicion, Jiang Yanyi simply opened the shop door.

She searched for a long time but couldn't find the tea left by the original owner. Before she could buy it, she couldn't let him sit down, so she went back to the kitchen to bring out a plate of pumpkin cakes: "It's really not good to be well served. I just made some cakes. General, please use some."

Feng Shuo nodded coldly, picked up a piece with his hands and ate it.

Jiang Yanyi felt that his cold face was really inconsistent with eating pumpkin pie.

He ate one without stopping, and kept his noble and cold face and started eating the second one. Jiang Yanyi couldn't help but look at the sky. It was noon. Could it be that he came back from the army? But the chef of the Protectorate's House thought he would eat rice in the army at noon and didn't cook his rice?

She asked tentatively: "There is a stewed pumpkin rice in the kitchen. Can the general want to try it?"

Feng Shuo was noble and cold and erotic again and said: "Yes."

He had eaten at Huotou Private Stove before. Jiang Yan knew his appetite. When serving the rice, he specially found a big bowl and shoveled it down. The golden crust at the bottom of the pot was shoveled up with rice and pumpkin.

When Jiang Yanyi went out with a big bowl, she found that the plate of pumpkin pies had been reduced by most. She was quite surprised. Although the pumpkin pies were delicious, most powerful people didn't like them very much. They all prefer those exquisite pastries that were carefully prepared, but this general was not picky.

Jiang Yanyi said in his heart that he is worthy of being a member of the army.

She respectfully presented the stewed pumpkin rice, "Great General, use it slowly."

Feng Shuo saw that the bowl she used to serve rice was comparable to a soup basin, and his delicate mouth suddenly tightened. However, seeing that her expression was extremely sincere, he still reached out to take it.

Although he has a large appetite, he always uses small bowls for dinner. Thanks to the royal family's rules and education, even if he adds a small bowl ten times, he is still gentle and elegant when using it.

After being handed such a large bowl by someone suddenly, Feng Shuo felt that he was disliked because of his high appetite.

But this bowl of rice smells really fragrant and looks very appetizing.

The rice is clearly divided, the rice aroma is rich, and it is soft and hard to chew. The stir-fried pumpkin is yellow and shiny, but it doesn't feel greasy when eaten in the mouth, and the salty one has a faint sweetness. The golden pot bar is probably the best part, and it is crispy and fragrant when chewed.

For the first time, Feng Shuo learned that rice and pumpkin could taste so delicious.

Jiang Yan thought that he had turned his chopsticks. He had been singing the empty plan several times since he was hungry in the morning, so he went back to the yard behind to serve his job.

Fearing that Feng Shuo's summons, she moved a small stool to sit under the eaves of the back door of the store and ate.

Feng Shuo looked up inadvertently and saw her sitting there, holding a half-large porcelain bowl in her hand, stuffed with food in her mouth, and her cheeks bulging like a hamster, and her eyes were so delicious that they narrowed their eyes comfortably. Behind her was a courtyard wall covered with green vines, and the lilac bougainvillea bloomed brightly in the sun.

He suddenly felt that this little chef was so beautiful.

A secret and absurd thought arose in his heart. He didn't want to know her true identity, nor did he want to know who her fiancé was, and what was her relationship with Lu Linyuan...

After Jiang Yanyi finished the meal, she found Feng Shuo looking at him.

She looked over and saw, okay, his big bowl was empty.

She thought Feng Shuo was embarrassed to ask her to add food, so she walked over and asked, "General, do you want to add food?"

She suddenly spoke, and Feng Shuo came to his senses and nodded expressionlessly.

Jiang Yanyi held the big sea bowl and went to the pot to scoop rice. The okra was about to eat an extra bowl. When Jiang Yanyi came in, she only held a bowl in her hand and didn't hold chopsticks, she knew that the general outside wanted to add rice.

She looked at the only bowl of rice left in the pot and put down the shovel pitifully.

Jiang Yanyi comforted her: "I'll make delicious food for you tonight."

Okra's eyes lit up again: "Is it still a stewed rice with pumpkin?"
To be continued...