Scoop out a spoonful of lard and pour it into the pot.
After thinking about it, I took out half a spoonful and stirred it into the pot together with the spoonful.
A layer of oily flowers floated on the water.
There were gasping sounds all around.
Yan Laoer was amused by this group of people.
"I said you are really... As for that, just put two spoonfuls of lard. I see that you are curious about it, as if you haven't eaten it before."
"Yan Er, look at you, your brain is numb from the cold. You even counted it wrong. It was obviously a spoonful and a half." A big man next to him corrected him seriously.
Yan Laoer:......
"Isn't it rare? The fireman in our camp is a thief. He eats meat and drinks water several times. Look at our flat belly, and can't save much oil..." The speaker patted his belly and took a deep breath.
In one breath: "Oh! The big oil smells so good!"
Yan Laoer glanced at him and thought to himself, how many men, uh, and women would have envied you before if you had such a flat belly without any fat!
He took a breath and felt his stomach retract. He looked down without a trace... and the breath came out again.
The change is not very obvious, yes, it’s because I wore it too thickly.
Yan Laoer, who had found an excuse for himself, first skimmed off the oil and served himself a bowl of soup, then ignored it and let them allocate among themselves. Whoever got the first pot and who was second pot, these guys knew how to play it.
After taking a sip of the broth, Yan Laoer smashed it into his mouth.
A bit confused.
The taste is just that.
"I said, we will arrive in Xizhou tomorrow at the latest. Why can't we see even a village around here? Have any of you been here?" Yan Laoer asked his question.
"Can we arrive tomorrow? When?"
Yan Laoer made an estimate: "According to our pace, we will definitely be able to reach it before dark."
"Haha! Then we can see them at noon. People in Xizhou live together in clusters. Unlike Guanzhou, we can even find a village in the corner. By the way, people in Xizhou are xenophobic.
Don't even think about trying to get close. The most we can do is stay close to the village and use the terrain to block the wind. Don't try to get close to them. The men in Xizhou are also real murderers."
…
Yan Yu carried the scaffolding into the room, placed it in the corner, and filled Jiuxiao's bowl with water.
Jiuxiao drank water and washed his fur, not sparing any feathers, and was very serious about it.
She didn't take off her coat, walked around the room and then went out.
When I came back, I had two baskets in my hands.
There are vegetables and meat.
Yan Yu doesn't like the food at Wangfu very much. It's a little too rigid. It's like eating in the school cafeteria. It seems to be different every day, seven days a week, but it repeats every week. It's just the same thing. After three or four years, it's really delicious.
Enough.
Wang Deshan was a sweet-hearted man, so he saw that his great-grandson was unhappy with this, so he let her do what she wanted.
Yan Yu can't do anything else, so why can't he fix the hotpot?
These days, the grandfather and grandson often cook pots.
Today it's meat, tomorrow it's fish, the day after tomorrow it's bean curd and vegetables...different combinations have different flavors.
As for today, Yan Yu doesn't want to cook the pot anymore.
After walking around the kitchen, it was rare to find pork that was not too fat but a little thin. Yan Yu was delighted when she saw it and planned to grill it all.
Who says you can't grill meat in an iron pan? Just grease it with oil.
Cut the pork into long cubes and put it in the oil pan.
Zhi!
The beautiful sound immediately makes people have endless reverie about it.
A pair of chopsticks flexibly and accurately placed the cubes of meat neatly on the bottom of the pot.
There is a distance between the meat and the meat. You sizzle the oil, and I sizzle too...
Comparing each other's colors.
Yan Yu concentrated on turning the meat over with chopsticks.
She didn't even notice when her godfather entered the house.
Now that Wang Deshan returns to his small courtyard, the first thing he does is to come to this unused small side house.
The waiter said that it is best to cook and eat in a separate room to avoid the smell of the whole room being difficult to escape in winter.
There is no kang in the side house, but fortunately the waiter brought a stove from home. This stove is enough for the small house. It is not as warm as the main house, nor is it cold.
"Godfather! Let's have barbecue today!" Yan Yu happily shook her chopsticks, her fleshy little face full of joy.
"Okay, let's eat barbecue." Wang Deshan smiled and narrowed his eyes.
I feel like I have lived more than half my life, and I have lived these few days happily.
"Boy, be careful, don't burn your hands." Wang Deshan warned softly.
"I understand, Lord." Yan Yu thought of something and turned her head and asked, "Your Majesty, you're not coming today, are you?"
Although the prince is relatively kind, to be honest, Yan Yu cannot regard him as an ordinary person, and eating together is quite stressful.
Wang Deshan couldn't help laughing when he talked about this.
"You kid, don't you eat hot pot every day just because you don't want the prince to come over?" The prince got angry after eating it and developed aphthous sores.
Why don't you come today?
"That's not possible!" Yan Yu felt that she was wronged: "Mainly, I don't know how to cook noodles. I can make noodles, but I don't know how to make stew. What's wrong with hot pot? It has meat and vegetables. We
I made the base myself, and the prince also praised it, saying that you can smell it from afar!"
The King of England said this on the first day he came, saying that he could smell the smell from all the way and come here looking for the aroma of hot pot.
Yan Yu believed it, and the reception was so enthusiastic!
"If the prince knew that you had changed the dishes today, he might have come." Wang Deshan teased her with a smile.
Yan Yu opened his eyes wide and said duplicity: "Then come! It's a coincidence that the kitchen just has the right kind of meat, whether it's fat or fat, or lean or lean, it would be a waste if we don't grill it.
If it were my dad, it would definitely be a plate of braised pork. Now that it’s in my hands, barbecue and barbecue, hey! Don’t worry, sir, I’ll keep a good eye on it, and I’ll control the heat very well. Just wait, I’ll
I’ll roll one for you. This meat must be rolled and eaten with vegetables. Take a bite and it will be sizzling with oil. The vegetable leaves will relieve the greasiness. Tsk tsk! It tastes delicious!"
Yan Yu muttered as he rolled it: "Look at this meat. It cannot be eaten alone. The taste is single and incomplete. Our family likes to add garlic and sprinkle with seasonings. Spicy noodles are indispensable. I will add less for you first, and you have to add some."
As for the spicy cabbage, this one also has a spiciness. Let me tell you, sir, our lady Rong made this spicy cabbage. It’s so flavorful! To be honest, it’s better than my dad’s. Don’t tell me that.
,Hahaha!"
Yan Yu neatly handed the roll to her godfather.
Wang Deshan took it with a smile, took a bite, and chewed it carefully.
"Oh! It's delicious! The meat is cooked just right, and the garlic slices... the waiter will put some more for the godfather."
"okay!"
Grandpa and grandson, you and I are wrapped up together.
Yan Yu also cut the mushrooms and arranged them one by one.
"Boy, I can't eat anymore." Wang Deshan waved his hand repeatedly.
Yan Yu turned over the noodles and put rice and meat on the vegetable leaves: "Master, please eat some more. The mushrooms don't take up space, so they can slip through..."
It felt like her godfather couldn't eat anymore, and her so-called slit was filled with her...
Yan Yu said casually: "Master, I will go home tomorrow..."
