"Fair, this is to make noodles and fish?"

Zhang Di is a good worker, and she is slightly better at the stove than Lin Hong. Lin Hong is cooked in one pot, she will cut some green onions and throw them in to change the taste. After all, they are Zhuanghu people, where can they have the leisure time to make the noodles and fish so evenly and consistently? She saw that Ye Miao's movements were first-class like water, and it didn't take long for her to set up the noodles and fish and put them out, and when Ye Miao's young onions were sprinkled with tender green onions and red and bright amaranth, and she wiped the edge of the bowl with a clean cloth and picked it up with chopsticks, Zhang Di couldn't help but smack her tongue: "How did you get this rice, it's really beautiful." ”

Lin Hong and Yourong nodded straightly, but it didn't look good? In the blue-rimmed bowl in front of her: the white noodle fish floated in the soup, the red amaranth was set off and the green onions were embellished, and the ordinary blue-rimmed bowl also had an indescribable warmth, not to mention eating, Lin Hong felt that it was quite comfortable to look at it like this.

Mrs. Ye didn't have to chew hard, just sucked it like this, and a soup with the fresh fragrance of wild vegetables and eggs, mixed with the fragrance of scallion oil, wrapped in glutinous little bumps, swept through Mrs. Ye's mouth, and before Mrs. Ye tasted it, she had already swallowed it slippery.

Mrs. Ye hurriedly picked up the bowl and drank three or four sips, then she squinted her eyes and was comfortable, smacking the lingering fragrance at the corner of her mouth and praised: "The soup is bright and beautiful, small and even, and delicious!

Ye Miao didn't speak, and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl stretched her delicate and slender posture and stood quietly and pursed her lips and smiled. This is just a small test, but the harvest is not small. Of course, this has something to do with the Ye family's ultra-low expectations for Ye Yao. However, she wants to gradually make them feel in the days to come: don't underestimate anyone, lazy as Ye Yao, as long as you work hard, you can actually do one thing well.

However, Mrs. Ye really has a real chapter. There are really not many people in Sweetwater Village who can say such things to an old lady of her age. Look at others, in just one sentence, it speaks to your heart.

Ye Han didn't speak, he held the bowl with his big hand, and drank the noodles and fish in the bowl three or two times. Hearing Mrs. Ye's words, he was a little annoyed that he couldn't speak, so he put down the bowl and rubbed his hands: "It's so fragrant!"

"Big brother, I can't finish this bowl for you!"

Ye Miaoxiao was used to being a big brother who did a lot of things and talked too little, and he didn't want him to refuse, so he poured his bowl of pimple soup to Ye Han. Seeing that Ye Han was still going to push, Ye Han turned his big eyes and whispered: "Just give it to the eldest brother, not to the third brother!"

Okay, my sister gave me this is the only one! Ye Han no longer refused, Xi Zizi slowly tasted it, and when he raised his head and saw Ye Jing staring at him, he smiled and said again: "It's delicious!"

Ye Jing answered on the side: "This is not nonsense, it is not delicious, you ate two bowls." After speaking, he quickly glanced at Ye Miao, and raised the bowl in his hand at her. Ye Miao spread her hands: "It's gone." ”

Ye Jing: "..."Well, the child in the middle is not loved by anyone, and now even my sister is ignored."

Lin Hong had already finished drinking from her bowl, she wiped her mouth and helped Mrs. Ye stuff a handful of wheat straw, watching the red flames lick the ashes at the bottom of the pot, pouting the burning stick, and not forgetting to praise the girl: "Fair, this is a skillful move! A person who is not skillful will not be able to get it after studying for half a lifetime." ”

Ye Jing and Ye Leng glanced at each other, and they both couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Di finally found Lin Hong's fault, and laughed at Fei Ju mercilessly: "So the rice you have made for half your life is not as delicious as our first day!"

Lin Hong tilted his head: "Of course." ”

Everyone laughed when they heard this, only Mrs. Ye lowered her head and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes when no one was paying attention.

This meal was so happy and full of joy for a guest and host. In the winter dusk, the sun is also a little shy. The thick smoke and fire filled the earthen stove built with yellow mud, and a room full of laughter. Aunt Zhang, who was riding on the wall and eavesdropping, looked inexplicable: Should this Ye Lao Er's family kill another ***?

Ye Jing walked to the door of the pot house with a smile and threw a clod of soil casually. When I heard the sound of "oops", I said loudly: "Big brother, big brother, there is an old eagle in the tree." ”

Ye Han ignored him and just looked at his sister and smiled.

The corners of Ye Yao's eyes and eyebrows were also laughing, she really didn't expect this big family to be so receptive. In fact, it's normal to think about it, just like Lin Hong said, there are always people who are born with skill. There is also the fact that Ye Miao didn't do much work before, but he didn't say a lot of big things.

Now that such a hand suddenly came, as if to confirm her previous words. It's a little embarrassing to make the big guy, and I feel that I really underestimated this girl before.

"What is this for?"

Lin Hong helped clean up and brought out a bowl of mashed onions and garlic.

Ye Miao smiled: "Mom, this is dipping water, I forgot to get you dipping water when we ate too fast!"

Lin Hong has always cooked in one pot, and she was still a little confused when she heard Ye Miao's words: "Ah?" Ye Miao's work in her hand hasn't been finished yet, and she still has to get some for Ye Jianguo and the one in the side house.

When Ye Jianguo came back, Ye Miao began to put on the pot.

If you want to make the noodle fish well, you must make the noodle fish in one go. Ye Miaoxiao knocked an egg in it again, sprinkled mustard greens around a frangipani, put some chopped green onions, and a bowl of noodle soup with full color and flavor was good.

"I'll try it. ”

The cold air in Ye Jianguo's body had not yet dissipated, and when he took a mouthful of hot soup, his whole person immediately warmed up. He squatted down on the small stool in front of the pot door with the bowl in his hand, and began to suck it contentedly.

"Her dad, is it delicious?"

Lin Hong's mind is very simple, her daughter is so good, she deserves everyone's praise.

Mrs. Ye also said: "Jianguo, our craftsmanship is good." ”

Ye Jianguo didn't speak, and gave a thumbs up while burying his head in eating.

"Either my granddaughter is clever and clever. ”

"Second brother, I said, why are you running so fast, it's all eaten? Say it's our slender job? Hurry up and serve a bowl to the uncle!"

When Ye Miao heard the voice, she hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Uncle." ”

Ye Jianjun nodded with satisfaction and said, "Uncle has something to do today, hurry up and ask the Wei family." Then he waved his hand: "Quickly serve a bowl to the uncle." ”

Ye Miao nodded hurriedly: "There are still in the pot, enough for the uncle to eat two bowls." ”

Zhang Di laughed: "Our eldest niece is honest and sincere." "I thought I'd send something more in a while. A big family, you said a word, and I said a word, and I talked about the Wei family again with the aroma of the pot house.