Chapter 4 Why does the bad woman cook so well all her life?
When Shen Mingzhu came out of the room, she found the villain, ah, the stepson was not in the living room, and the door to the second bedroom was closed tightly. She walked over with some worry and pushed the door, but it didn't move. The door was locked from the inside.
It's nice to be here, but I'm afraid something might happen if I sneak out quietly.
Shen Mingzhu looked at the Pei family carefully.
This is a three-bedroom house, facing north and south, with plenty of light. The living room is connected to the balcony, and the kitchen is next to the toilet. The area is about 90 square meters.
These days, being able to be assigned such a spacious unit in the family home is enough to prove Pei Yang's rank and treatment in Ocean Company.
Speaking of which, I have to mention Pei Yang’s glorious resume.
He joined the army at the age of 16 and served on the battlefield. After retiring, he was assigned to work as a crew member in an ocean freight company. After several years of hard work, he is now the second mate. His position is second only to the captain and first mate. He is a transport cargo ship.
The third in command.
As for women like her who marry ocean-going crew members, they are called "sea wives" by the outside world.
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The sky is getting dark, the lights are on in the unit buildings in the family courtyard, and smoke is rising from every household.
The Pei family has four major items: TV, refrigerator, washing machine, and tape recorder.
The refrigerator has a light green exterior, is 1.4 meters high, and has upper and lower doors.
There is an ice room above, where frozen seafood such as dried fish and shrimps are placed. This is not unusual. Pei Yang has been at sea all year round, so it is normal for him to send seafood home.
The lower floor is a cold storage room with eggplant, radish, eggs, etc., as well as a small piece of fresh pork tenderloin.
People in this era like to eat fat meat, because fat meat is full of oil and water, and it is fragrant when fried. However, lean meat such as tenderloin is generally only liked by children, because they have not lived through hard times and have a tricky mouth.
Since she had made up her mind to get along well with her stepson, Pei Ziheng, she naturally had to show some sincerity.
Let’s make pot-wrapped pork for dinner.
Shen Mingzhu remembered the description of Pei Ziheng in the book, saying that his favorite dish was Guobao Pork, and he would make this dish every time after doing bad things. Because this dish was Pei Ziheng’s grandma’s specialty, and
Grandma Pei was one of the few pieces of warmth and beauty that Pei Ziheng had throughout his childhood.
Before cooking, you must first cook the rice.
There were no rice cookers in this era, so rice was cooked over an open fire. Considering that Pei Ziheng was still ill, she planned to cook lean radish and meat porridge.
After the rice is put into the pot, bring it to a boil over high heat, then change to low heat and simmer slowly. While the porridge is cooking, Shen Mingzhu is processing the tenderloin.
Cut a small piece and chop into puree, slice the rest into thin slices, add salt, cooking wine, eggs, and starch to marinate for preparation.
Start making the sauce.
Maybe because I make this dish often, the kitchen has a very complete range of seasonings, including three kinds of vinegar.
After the sauce is adjusted and the porridge in the pot is cooked, add shredded radish, minced ginger, and lean meat paste in sequence. After boiling, turn off the heat, cover the pot and simmer slowly.
Next, make the pot pork. First, fry the meat slices in a pan. The meat needs to be fried twice to make the pot pork crispy enough.
Remove the fried meat slices, pour cold oil back into the pan, add onion, ginger and garlic, then pour in the prepared sauce, stir-fry over medium heat until the sauce thickens, then add the fried meat slices and stir-fry for five minutes
seconds.
Turn off the heat and plate.
The golden-looking pot-baked meat is wrapped in a bright and translucent sauce, served on a white porcelain plate, and garnished with a few mint leaves picked from the balcony. Two words can describe it, perfect.
She didn't know if she was attracted by the aroma, but as soon as Shen Mingzhu walked out of the kitchen with the pot of meat, she saw Pei Ziheng walking out of the second bedroom.
Shen Mingzhu wanted to take credit and greeted the other party with a smile, "Come here and see what delicious food I made for you."
Pei Ziheng walked over slowly.
Shen Mingzhu bent down and lowered the plate so that Xinzi could see the meat clearly.
As a result, the child overturned the plate in her hand as soon as she raised her hand.
Shen Mingzhu looked at her stepson in surprise, and found that the other person was still laughing, the kind of smile that clearly meant a successful prank.
Shen Mingzhu was so angry that she wanted to push the naughty child to the ground and beat him severely, but thinking of the fate of the original owner in the book, she held back.
"Why are you knocking over the plate? Do you know how many people out there can't even eat? Wasting food is a shameful act, do you know that?"
What responded to her was Pei Ziheng's sneer, which seemed to express: I know, I did it on purpose, what can you do to me?
Shen Mingzhu nodded angrily, "Okay, you've knocked over this one plate of food tonight, so don't eat it, just stay hungry."
After getting angry, Shen Mingzhu went back to the kitchen to get a basin, picked up the meat from the pot one by one on the floor, cleaned the floor, then went back to the kitchen to scoop out a bowl of porridge, ate by herself and sat down at the dining table to eat.
He deliberately knocked over her food, but she didn't hit him.
Also, why does this woman cook so well all her life?
It was obvious that the rice she cooked in her previous life was as unpalatable as pig food, and she couldn't make pot-roasted pork.
After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out. Instead, he was so greedy for the scent that he went back to his room angrily.
I feel less hungry when I fall asleep.
He lay on the bed, closing his eyes and thinking silently.
Shen Mingzhu was a tolerant person. After eating and drinking enough, her anger was almost gone.
After all, she has lived two lifetimes, so what does she care about with a four-year-old child?
She went to the kitchen to scoop out half a bowl of porridge, brought the pot of meat and went to the door of the second bedroom. She opened the door and unexpectedly found that the door was not locked.
Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Pei Ziheng sat up on the bed and stared at Shen Mingzhu who had entered with vigilance.
"The porridge is very hot. I won't care if it overturns and burns you. I won't even help you clean the room. The things are here. Do you want to eat them? Anyway, I have done everything I have to do. You will starve to death."
It’s not my fault.”
After saying that, Shen Mingzhu put the tray down on the bedside table, turned around and left.
Pei Ziheng stared at the meat and porridge on the bedside table.
The fried golden and crispy pot pork slices are as beautiful as the wings of a butterfly. They are beautiful and full of temptation. Through the golden coating, you can feel its delicious flavor.
Looking at the porridge in the bowl, it is crystal soft and soft, with a slight heat. The rich aroma of porridge mixed with the unique fragrance of radish penetrates right into the nose.
Gulu.
After a struggle between heaven and man, Pei Ziheng finally couldn't resist his hunger, so he reached out and took a piece of pot meat and put it to his mouth.
When you take a bite, it's crispy, juicy, and the sweet and sour sauce instantly invades your taste buds.
It was so delicious that I cried.
Outside the door, Shen Mingzhu looked through the small mirror and saw her stepson devouring his food, and couldn't stop snickering.
Hey, with my superb cooking skills, are you afraid that I can't handle a four-year-old like you?
As for whether the Guobao meat that fell on the floor was dirty?
Haven’t you heard that eating dirty food doesn’t lead to sores? No matter how dirty the food is, it’s the smelly kid who asked for it, spoil him!
After sitting in the living room and watching TV for a while, after guessing that Pei Ziheng had eaten, Shen Mingzhu took some water and medicine and went to the second bedroom.
After entering, I didn't see Pei Ziheng, but there was a slight bulge under the quilt.
Shen Mingzhu put down the water and medicine, stepped forward and lifted the quilt.
Pei Ziheng was hiding under the quilt and eating pot-stuffed meat, with his cheeks bulging like a hamster. When she lifted the quilt, his eyes widened and his little face turned red with embarrassment.
Shen Mingzhu looked at him condescendingly, without concealing her disgust, "Who taught you to hide under the quilt and eat? Are you a little mouse?"
Pei Ziheng blushed in anger, "Don't worry about it!"
Shen Mingzhu snorted coldly, "You think I want to control you? You are not allowed to eat on the bed from now on, otherwise you will be punished by washing the sheets and quilts yourself, do you hear me?"