The pimple soup is very easy to make, but the pimple soup made by Lin Hong has always been a big pimple stacked with small pimples, and the raw pimples are mixed with cooked pimples, and sometimes when you are in a good mood, you will grab a handful of noodles and put them in and wait for them to be served, and the noodles will float when they are served, and the taste is really indescribable. Although the wind and rain have been smooth and the harvest has been good in recent years, everyone is still diligent and thrifty and reluctant to waste a little food. Therefore, although Lin Hong's cooking is not delicious, no one in the family dislikes it.

Mrs. Ye and Zhang Di naturally know Lin Hong's craft, but it's good that the Zhuang family can eat enough. They won't say a word more, but the food is expensive, and if they can't meet something, where can they eat casually at their brother's daughter-in-law's house, Zhang Di was the first to disagree.

When Mrs. Ye heard that Ye Miao was going to cook, she was the first to pause and nodded. Her granddaughter had never cooked before, and she wanted to taste it now. Mrs. Ye also had to pull Zhang Di: "Let's also try the food cooked by my slender, after all, you haven't hurt her in vain for so many years." ”

Zhang Di thought that she would go back later and ask her son to send two cakes mixed with cornmeal, and then grab a handful of sorghum syrup for Ye Miao, and she should also order. Zhang Di also wanted to see if Ye Miaoyao could cook the rice, after all, Ye Miaomiao didn't know the water boiling until the first day of junior high school, and once she asked Ye Miaomiao to see if the water in the cauldron was boiling, Ye Miao, a simple girl, was going to lie down on the pot as soon as she lifted the lid of the pot. As a result, she saw that the water in the pot was bubbling, and the skin on her head was also blown off by the heat.

Zhang Di remembered what happened at that time, and she had some palpitations. Lin Hong, who was unreasonable, also spoke ruthlessly to her, saying that next time she would let her see that she was supporting Ye Miao to do things, she would lift her family's big iron pot! It was from that time that Mrs. Ye also said that fortunately Lin Hong was my slender mother, Zhang Di was too rough to do things, it was okay to raise a boy, and it was a pity to raise her with a handsome girl.

Feeling that her mind was a little far away, Zhang Di hurriedly cheered up and followed Ye Miao into the smoky pot house. Thinking about it for a while, if Ye Miao made the pimple soup into a paste, she would grit her teeth and drink it. Zhang Di and Lin Hong think differently, Ye Miao is handsome and handsome, and it is difficult to find in ten miles and eight villages. But it looks good and can't be eaten as a meal, the man said that he might be happy to hold it in the first month of his return, but if the couple is rolling in the tea, rice, oil and salt for a long time, Ye Yaoyao will reach out and not take four taels when he suffers.

It's a pity that Lin Hong doesn't understand her, although Mrs. Ye knows this reason, she is reluctant, doesn't this make a good girl a famous pockmarked girl in Sweetwater Village?

Zhang Di sighed, and decided to go to the town in a few days to ask their aunt, and now take Ye Miaoyao to find a mother-in-law who eats commercial grain and doesn't have to go to the field to work hard.

Where did Ye Miaoyao know that Zhang Di thought so much because she was going to cook. She said that she could cook, she really didn't say it, Mrs. Wei Hou, who was praised by everyone in her previous life, praised her for "being virtuous and full of meritorious words", but it was not just talking. Although the Weihou Mansion did not use her to cook herself, she also practiced her cooking skills hard back then. Coupled with the food in her first life, cooking a meal full of color and flavor is really a piece of cake for Ye Miao.

However, today Ye Miao didn't plan to cook a table of delicacies, and showed off his skills, which made people want to eat it. After all, that's not realistic, not to mention that there aren't so many ingredients, even if there is, she has gone from a lazy girl who doesn't touch the spring water to a Qiao girl who can't be beaten by anything, so she has to have a step-by-step process. However, she still wants to make a legendary dish that will keep her awake at night. There was something strange about that dish, and her head would hurt whenever she remembered it, and then she would always give up. However, the fresh fragrance that lingers on the tip of her tongue and lips in her memory always makes her want to stop secreting saliva frantically and then turning it into saliva to swallow....

Wait for her to taste it again, in fact.... That smell really can't be called incense, it's a kind of smelly fragrance with a strange fragrance, every time I think about it, Ye Miao always feels like something is missing in her heart.

The corners of Ye Yao's mouth curled slightly, and the incomprehensible things in his previous life all dissipated with his rebirth. But it's actually good to try some things, thinking to myself, I already asked: "Mom, let's get some old axranth." ”

Lin Hong was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then sighed after a while: "Good boy, you have really grown up!"

This time it was Ye Miao's turn to be stunned, what did she say, she just recalled what it was and what it was like to make her think about it!

Ye Yao's hand shook the bird's egg: "Mom, this is brought by the third brother, let's eat it today!"

Lin Hong shook his head: "Fair, when your father and uncle come back from the commune, they will definitely be happy to cook it for them to eat together!"

Amaranth pole pickled vegetables This is a pickle dish that Lin Hong and Ye Jianguo often eat in Xinghua, Ye Jianguo is really inseparable from it. But it's because a few years ago, Ye Miao said: "My dad is about to stink to death when he eats this, I want to vomit when I smell this, and I don't want to come back!"

Since then, her family Ye Jianguo has never eaten it again.

For so many years, Lin Hong has always sprinkled a handful of red amaranth seeds in her vegetable patch, and pinched a handful of soup when she has time, but she has never pickled amaranth stalks again.

Ahem, this girl is a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted woman with her mother... Ahem, Lin Hong looked at Ye Miao with a weak heart, pressed the words in her heart, and only thought vigorously: Miao Miao's temperament is similar to her mother and me!

Hearing Lin Hong say this, Ye Yao's heart was very warm. It can be seen that this family has hurt the original owner to the heart. Since this is the case, then she will do it well, just so that they can also taste the taste, and solve the doubts of her previous life.

She first used warm water to drip slowly, and the chopsticks kept stirring in one direction to form a flocculent, and set it aside. - This is a pimple soup for Mrs. Ye to drink, Mrs. Ye is old, drinking this pimple soup is comfortable and appetizing.

Zhang Di had already rolled up her sleeves, and only when she saw that her nephew and daughter were reconciled did she want to boil the pot, and then saw Ye Miao take a small basin and put a little wheat flour and most of the soba noodles in it. This time, Ye Miao did not form a flocculent. She took one chopstick in her hand, and with the other hand, she mixed the dough into an even paste when the water was not running out.

Mrs. Ye nodded, and simply took a small stool for Ye Miao to light the fire.

When the water boiled, Ye Miao quickly used a chopstick to pluck the noodles into the pot, and after a while, there were countless noodle fish in the pot scrambling to float up.