The next day, Yao Jun got up early in the morning, and he had already instructed Xiao Tao last night to tell her not to get up so early and rest well, and give her this breakfast.

Of course, Xiao Tao disagreed at first, but she couldn't twist Yao Jun's insistence, her heart was warm, and she felt very happy.

Yao Jun can cook, and both Yao Laohan and Xiao Tao have taught him. The poor man's child was in charge early, and the old man knew in his heart that even if he was a fool, he had to learn the life skills of the club, otherwise, if something happened to him, Yao Jun would not starve to death.

But it's true that Yao Jun hasn't been in the kitchen for a long time, and with Xiao Tao, the two of them haven't cooked anything by themselves for a long time.

Yao Jun took a scoop of water and scooped the rice first, and the porridge that the three of them drank in the morning was about a measuring cylinder.

After three times of water, the rice can be considered to be washed quickly, and the rice grains that were originally some powder on the surface have become a little crystal clear after washing with water, like small pearls.

Put the rice into the clay pot, pour eight points full of water, cover the lid, Yao Jun took out the stove with a coal block clip, threw in two handfuls of wooden sticks, and the fire burned.

Nowadays, whether it is in the city or in a small mountain village, many people use pressure cookers or rice cookers to cook porridge, which is relatively fast, and there is no need to watch the fire all the time.

However, the porridge cooked in a pressure cooker or rice cooker can't actually be called porridge, it should be called porridge.

This porridge and porridge are two kinds of things, although the porridge also has rice soup, but the rice grains are distinct, and the soup and the rice grains are separated, and this porridge is the rice grains are boiled, which makes it more viscous and fragrant.

Electricity or gas and natural gas cannot cook the taste of porridge, only when it is cooked over a charcoal fire, the porridge with the fragrance of plants and trees is the most delicious.

There are some old vegetables and pickles at home, at breakfast, you shouldn't eat too much greasy things, after all, you have slept all night, this stomach is empty, and you haven't fully woken up, and you suddenly eat too much oil, which will definitely hurt your stomach.

This old preserved cabbage is a good baby, the locals can regard this as "black gold", eat some for breakfast can strengthen the spleen and appetize, reduce swelling and stasis, ordinary white radish to make old preserved vegetables, it will take three or five years. 、

This thing is pickled, not easy to break, it is okay to put it for decades, and the older it is, the more fragrant it is, Yao Jun has eaten it once, and he has treasured the old preserved vegetables for twenty years, and the taste, Yao Jun still can't forget it, it is much stronger than any precious ingredients.

It's just a pity that even if the people in the mountains are now, there are not many old preserved vegetables in the year, and they are all insufficient in some years, and the taste is okay.

After cutting the old vegetables into pieces, shredding the pickle leaves, and serving them to the table, Yao Jun returned to the kitchen, looked at the fire, and added some firewood.

The medium heat boiled for half an hour, peeled off the ashes, the medium heat turned to low heat, and continued to boil for half an hour, and when the kitchen was full of the fragrance of rice, Yao Jun lifted the lid with a clean tablecloth, and a fragrance steamed up, Yao Jun quickly scooped a spoon of pure peanut oil, poured it on this white porridge, and then put a small amount of salt, stir well, this is a complete porridge.

Now this pure peanut oil is rare, and Uncle Fang in the multigrain shop has this machine at home, so that the neighborhood can eat this good oil.

Out of this village, when I arrived in the town, I couldn't eat the freshly squeezed oil, and I was embarrassed to put it on the shelves if I didn't mix it with other things.

Yao Jun saw that the fire was almost over, so he put out the fire and went to Xiao Tao's room to tell her to get up and wash.

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, this porridge is almost better to eat. Yao Jun first spooned a bowl for the old man, brought it to his room, and waited for the old man to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Yao Jun didn't feel bored in his heart, this kind of family happiness, not only the old people in the family will feel happy in their hearts, but also the younger generations who are really filial to each other.

Yao Laohan's teeth are not very good, and he can't eat things that need to be chewed hard, this warm porridge and soft old preserved vegetables, shredded pickle leaves, it is really suitable.

After the old man finished breakfast, Yao Jun checked his body, according to this situation, it will take about two days to get out of bed, but it will take more than a month to fully recover.

It's not a joke to have your muscles tied up for a long time, although the people on TV are tied up for a few days and nights, as if there is nothing, as soon as the rope is untied, you can walk like a fly, grab a knife, and you can brush and cut down a piece of people.

It's all fake, long-term blood flow is blocked, muscles don't die, and it's not so easy to be fine. Yao Laohan's situation is good, if Yao Jun arrives a little later, he will really be in danger.

Coming out of Yao's old man's house and walking to the restaurant, Xiao Tao was sitting there waiting for him, his little head pillowed on his arm, and he was playing with shredded pickles with chopsticks.

Looking at Xiao Tao's cute appearance, Yao Jun's heart is a little warm, he and Xiao Tao get along these days, the more they open, the more they feel like a real couple, although they have not yet obtained a certificate, and there is no cave house, but that feeling is not wrong.

"What do you want?" Yao Jun played, quietly walked behind Xiao Tao, and asked softly in her ear.

"I'm thinking about my brother, forehead ......" Xiao Tao was distracted, and was asked by Yao Jun, but he didn't react for a while, "Brother, why are you behind me?"

Xiao Tao turned her head and saw Yao Jun looking at her with a smile, and Xiao Tao's face turned red all of a sudden.

Yao Jun said with a joking smile: "It turns out that my little peach is thinking about me, what a coincidence, I am also thinking about my little peach!"

"Brother, you're dead! I won't talk to you!" Xiao Tao pouted, looking sullen.

"Haha, if you don't speak, don't speak, this porridge is almost cold, and if you don't drink it, it won't taste good. Yao Jun sat down, put a chopstick and shredded pickles in his bowl, and ate it with a snort.

"Brother, why don't you coax me?" Xiao Tao asked with some curiosity when she saw that Yao Jun had already eaten it.

"Why didn't I coax you?" Yao Jun put a piece of preserved old vegetables in Xiao Tao's bowl, "Sister, this is my reparation, how about it?"

"Hmph, there's no sincerity at all!" Xiao Tao snorted pretending to be unhappy.

Yao Jun blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "When I was unhappy before, you coaxed me like this!"

Yao Jun was bullied every time he was outside, and he would be a little depressed when he returned home, and Xiao Tao would give him an extra chopstick meat every time he was eating, and Yao Jun was happy.

"I'm giving you meat!" Obviously, Xiao Tao also remembered this.

"It's not all the same, this old preserved vegetable is no worse than meat, and you like to eat it too!" Yao Jun smiled and said.