The lion's head is out of the pot.

Tian Lin looked at the lion's head in the pot and was a little disappointed.

She has great expectations for this dish, she sees every step when Jiang Feng cooks it, even chopping meat is so complicated, and the fat pork belly used is still so good, she thought that it must be an amazing dish.

It's like eating Jiang Weiguo's dishes many years ago.

Tian Lin hasn't eaten Jiang Weiguo's dishes for many years, to be precise, she hasn't eaten them a few times, and she doesn't even remember the taste, she only remembers that Jiang Weiguo's meat dishes are different from those made by others.

When it was first served to the table and not eaten in your mouth, it was different, and you couldn't take your eyes off the smell just by smelling it, and the dish seemed to glow as if it was sprinkled with phosphor.

She originally thought that the lion head Jiang Feng made this time must be like this, but it looked and felt no different from ordinary meatballs, the color was very light, and it smelled quite fragrant, but it was also quite light.

Anyway, it's not to the point where people can't take their eyes off it.

Then Tian Lin saw Jiang Feng pour a spoonful of hot chicken soup on the lion's head.

The chicken soup is naturally post-processed, filtered out of the grease on the surface and added something else, and the color of the soup is lighter than before, but it is still a little yellowish.

At the moment when the chicken soup was poured up, Tian Lin smelled the fragrance.

It's not just the smell of chicken broth, it's not just the smell of fatty meat, it seems that there are bamboo shoots, and something else, all in all, it's very fragrant.

It's so fragrant that you can't take your eyes off it.

It's like the first time she ate Jiang Weiguo's food decades ago.

"Auntie, if you want to do it, you don't need to re-season the chicken soup like I did before, just skim off the oil in the chicken soup, it's not delicious to pour too much oil. Jiang Feng said.

Tian Lin silently wrote down that the chicken soup that should be poured lightly should not be too oily.

Pour chicken soup!

When the dishes were ready, Jiang Feng and Tian Lin brought the dishes to the table.

The Zhao family only has one dining table, which is big enough, but it can't sit everyone, so it is generally the elders who sit and eat at the table, and the juniors take the bowl and sandwich the dishes to be eaten and go to the side to sit, and then go over to pick up the dishes after eating.

Zhao Mei also sat at the table with a big belly.

She is about to give birth, and she is pregnant with twins with a frighteningly big belly, and it is inconvenient to do a lot of things, and her husband and Tian Lin will do the food for her, she only needs to point to what she wants to eat with her hand like the ancient emperor.

As soon as Zhao Mei entered the dining room, she smelled the scent of the lion's head, even though she had to steal the noodles cooked in the chicken soup almost every night, and now she couldn't help but drool when she smelled the aroma of the chicken soup mixed with the aroma of the meat.

This lion's head is definitely not made by her mother!

She even suspected that only the shredded potatoes on this table were cooked by her mother, and her mother would not use this kind of fat and thin fried pork belly to stir-fry chili peppers, but pure fat pork belly, and her mother would definitely put soy sauce when she fried tomatoes and scrambled eggs, and her mother's steamed eggs would not be so watery and smooth on the surface - her mother liked to put more eggs and steam the steamed eggs out of the pudding.

Can't think about it anymore, Zhao Mei feels that if she thinks about it again, her tears may flow uncontrollably, and since she became pregnant, she has become more and more sentimental.

"Meimei, do you want to eat a lion's head? If you want, your mother will give you some of it. Tian Lin said enthusiastically.

Jiang Feng made a total of 6 lion heads, each lion head was the size of an adult man's fist, and a whole lion head couldn't even fill the soup in the bowl.

"Strong daughter-in-law, you give Mei Mei a bowl to serve, these boys eat quickly, if you don't give Mei Mei more more time, it will be gone in the blink of an eye. Grandma Jiang said.

"The third grandmother doesn't need to hold a whole whole, I can't finish it. Zhao Mei said.

"It's just a lion's head, and I can't finish it, and when I was pregnant with a few boys, I had to eat five or six meals a day, and I could eat three bowls of rice at each meal. I still had only one in my stomach at that time, and you should eat more if you have two in your belly, because you are about to give birth, and only when you are full will you have the strength to live, otherwise you will suffer when you are born. Grandma Jiang said.

Tian Lin gave Zhao Mei a whole lion head, and the huge lion head stuffed the bowl to the brim, so full that Zhao Mei didn't know how to eat.

Scoop it with a spoon and eat it, for fear that the meat will fall out of the bowl if it is scattered, poke it with chopsticks and bite it, but it is not very beautiful and afraid of affecting the image.

After thinking about it, Zhao Mei still poked and bit with chopsticks to eat. Anyway, I look like this, my legs are swollen like a packaged sausage, my face is as round as a baked baked cake, and my belly is as big as a lion's head in a bowl.

Zhao Mei poked the lion's head with chopsticks and took a big bite, and the soup stuck to her cheeks.

Fatty and not greasy, smooth, fragrant and elastic, full of gravy, chicken soup and bamboo shoots The umami meat particles burst in Zhao Mei's mouth.

It's fat.

But it's delicious, delicious, and touches people to tears.

There is no strong sauce flavor, there is no excessive sweetness and saltiness, it is obviously fatty diced meat but it tastes very light, and the juice soaks out of the diced meat and feels like it can melt people's tongues in the mouth.

"Mom. Zhao Mei said to Tian Lin with a crying voice, "The fat meat is delicious." ”

Pregnant women are always sentimental, and the slightest thing is worth their tears, let alone something as big as a lion's head.

Zhao Mei devoured the lion's head, gnawing on her face full of gravy and fragrant meat, just like when she was a child, she sat at the dinner table and ate a lot of meat.

While weeping, he gnawed on the lion's head, and the tears dripped onto the lion's head.

Tian Lin couldn't help but wipe her tears.

After a few minutes of effort, a bowl full of lion's head was swallowed by Zhao Mei.

"Mom, I want to eat ribs!"

"Tomatoes!"

"Clip me two more ribs!"

"Add more chili peppers!"

Jiang Feng and the others were already stupid.

It stands to reason that this is obviously a very warm scene, on the surface, the daughter who has had a poor appetite for many days, and the daughter who has lost her appetite suddenly has a good appetite and eats at the table, and the mother cries with joy while picking up the vegetables.

No matter how you look at it, it's a warm family drama.

If Zhao Mei didn't eat while crying, it would be more warm.

Zhao Mei and her husband were not idle, responsible for wiping Zhao Mei's tears, how strange this scene is.

Jiang Junlian was so frightened that she didn't dare to stretch out her chopsticks, and after a long time, she quietly stretched out her chopsticks and grabbed a small piece of the little lion's head, and after tasting it, she muttered to Jiang Junqing in a low voice: "It's the taste of the lion's head, it shouldn't be delicious enough to make Sister Meimei cry." ”

Jiang Junlian, who is in her first year of high school, can't understand the sentimentality of pregnant women and Zhao Mei's mood of nectar after a long drought.

The other female compatriots who had given birth to children at the dinner table were very understanding, and the eldest aunt took the lead in breaking the silence to explain to Zhao Mei: "Meimei's child is the same as me, and she is easy to cry when she is pregnant. ”

"Yes, yes, I remember when I was pregnant with Xiaofeng, I once sandwiched a piece of green vegetables during dinner, and I cried after chewing two bites, which scared Jiankang, and he thought that the salt had not melted. Wang Xiulian echoed.

"Me too, when I was pregnant with Xiaoran, I once ate baked cakes, in fact, the baked cakes were a little harder, but I didn't know what was going on, and I cried when I ate them. The fourth aunt nodded in agreement.

Everyone began to share that they ate when they were pregnant, and the deeds of eating and crying seemed that Zhao Mei's crying was very normal.

However, all the male compatriots of the Jiang family were confused when they heard it, and they didn't remember that their wives cried because of these strange things when they were pregnant.

"Brother De, do you think Sister Mei Mei is delicious or unpleasant to cry about?" Jiang Junlian leaned over to Jiang Zaide and asked in a low voice.

"Then you still need to ask, it must be delicious to cry!" Jiang Zaide looked at Zhao Mei with some envy on his face, who had already begun to gnaw on the second lion's head.

When will he be able to have this treatment, he can gnaw two of the six lion heads on the table.

Jiang Zaide sighed.

It seems that the matter of saving money has to be hurried, and the matter of finding a girlfriend has to be put on the agenda, and then find an opportunity to ask the younger brother where he is going to buy a house.

Even if you can't nibble on two lion heads, you have to try to live a life where you can eat lion's head at every meal.

Jiang Zaide clenched his fists tightly.

Eat a lion's head the size of his fist!

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