Chapter 162: Blind

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Grandma Song nodded approvingly: "That's right, eat coarse and fine grains together, and vegetables and meat should also be eaten together." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"You Aunt Zhao, that's because we are not at home, and she is afraid of waste, so she simply dealt with it. Dinner won't just be vegetarian stir-fried cabbage slices, you don't have to worry. ā€

However, Zhao Dabiao and Zhao Erbiao are not so optimistic, their wife is used to saving, even if they can cook one or two more dishes, it is estimated that there will be no hard dishes with pure meat.

After a while, Aunt Zhao brought over two plates of dishes, fried shredded potatoes with chili peppers, and chicken shaved tofu: "Da Biao is going to serve rice, and there are two dishes, it's good right away!" After speaking, he ran out in a gust of wind.

Everyone knows each other well, and there is no distinction between hosts and guests. Jiang Xinyong and Bai Feng followed Song Zi'an and Zhao Dabiao to the kitchen, taking chopsticks and serving food.

It's just that everyone, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the dish that Aunt Zhao was cooking, and it turned out to be roasted eggs with leeks.

Aunt Zhao was very fast, and before they left the kitchen, she put the dishes on the plate: "Da Biao, just take the dishes away." ā€

Zhao Dabiao answered, took the plate, and went back to the house with everyone.

A few and a half children, some of whom were in a low mood, put the rice on the table, but fortunately the staple food was rice, not cornmeal batter.

Aunt Zhao entered the house with another gust of wind and put the dishes in her hand on the table: "Qi Huo, everyone can eat." ā€

Grandma Song looked at Aunt Zhao, who was so busy that her face was sweating, and said with a smile: "Lao Gen's daughter-in-law, I'm tired, go back quickly and accompany Lao Gen to dinner." ā€

Aunt Zhao will not make people blush when she says it now, and said generously: "Okay, Da Biao and Er Biao will go back to eat with their mother." ā€

Song Yiyi looked at the four dishes on the table: "Aunt Zhao, your cooking speed is really not slow, you can make four dishes in such a short time!"

Aunt Zhao was a little proud: "I practiced, I also think that the knife work is better than in the past, and the speed is faster." However, this guy of the liquefied gas tank is powerful! Compared with the stove with my bellows, the fire is much harder!"

"It will be good in another month or two, and then the cucumbers, eggplants, beans, and tomatoes in our small vegetable field can be eaten, and we can make two kinds of dishes at hand!"

"Eat while it's hot, and I'll go eat too." With that, she picked up Zhao Dabiao and Zhao Erbiao and went back to her room.

In the past few months, the Zhao family is gone, and they were cautious before, and they treat the Song family as relatives to get along, and it is more and more natural.

As soon as Grandpa Song started eating, everyone started to move.

All the men at the table put their chopsticks on the plate of the fourth course. In fact, Aunt Zhao's cooking skills are not bad, but she is reluctant to put oil and meat, this small fried meat, or because of the guests, she endured the pain of using more than half a catty of pork.

However, because she has always lived in her one-third of an acre of land, the dishes she can cook are naturally some popular home cooking, and most of them are popular dishes in Hebei Province and Henan Province.

Aunt Zhao grew up in Ji Province since she was a child, but her mother is a native of Henan Province, so she is familiar with the dishes of these two provinces, but many of them have just heard of it, and she has never eaten it, nor seen her mother make it.

Stir-fried pork is a famous dish in Hunan cuisine, Aunt Zhao watched Song Yiyi make it some time ago, it was very delicious, and it was made today according to the gourd painting scoop.

Grandpa Song ate a piece of fried pork, but as a foodie, he couldn't help it: "If this meat is made into braised pork or back to the pot, it would be fine, it's a bit of a waste to do so." ā€

Luo Jinhuan is a meatless master, plus he has traveled to many places, and he will taste local specialties everywhere he goes, and he still has a certain appreciation for food: "Use this meat to make fried purple crispy meat, it's delicious." ā€

Jiang Xinyong and Bai Feng didn't dare to interject, for fear of being said, but they also had a grudge against this specious fried pork. You said, after two meals, I finally ate meat and vegetables, and I was blind!

Grandma Song doesn't want to let it go, these men who only know how to eat and never do anything, don't pick so many people: "Lao Gen's daughter-in-law is not a chef, if you want to eat those dishes, you go to the restaurant to eat." People have worked hard to make all the meals for you, and they are also picking the fat and thin!"

Grandpa Song hurriedly explained: "I'm not picking the old daughter-in-law, I'm simply talking about this dish!"

Grandma Song glanced at him: "Is there any difference then?"

Bai Feng held back a smile and ate with his head bored, thanks to the fact that he didn't intervene, otherwise he would definitely have to be trained.

Grandma Song thought about something and added: "Actually, the old daughter-in-law, it's very delicious to make spring bully button meat!"

Luo Jinhuan also didn't know what to say about Aunt Zhao's rush to cook in the past few days. If you want to say that you do something else, let Yiyi do the food, for fear of hitting her.

However, the same ingredients do not taste as good as Yiyi, and the combination of meat and vegetables is not as good as Yiyi.

Luo Jinhuan said very tactfully: "Yiha, why don't I pay more money for food, let's buy more meat to eat?"

Song Yiyi refused without thinking about it: "No, you don't eat at home at noon every day, and you pay 30 yuan a month for dinner, which is enough." Besides, you have to have a meat ticket to sell meat, otherwise you won't be able to buy it if you want to!"

Jiang Xinyong thought that his godsister wanted to eat meat, so he immediately answered: "Tomorrow, the third brother will help Yiyi sell meat." ā€

Song Yiyi remembered that he went to the army before and asked the food and maintenance staff to help: "Third brother, no, you still have to take favors." ā€

Jiang Xinyong frowned: "Yiyi, if we go to the surrounding countryside to buy some pork, now is the time for you to grow your body, can't you keep up with nutrition, you know!"

"That's it, I'll go buy some pork and stupid chicken tomorrow and come back, and then I'll leave. ā€

Song Yiyi's concern for Jiang Xinyong is still quite useful: "Thank you, third brother, but don't buy it, think about it, the weather is so hot, you can't put things down at all." ā€

"It's not cost-effective to buy less, and it will be bad if you buy too much, isn't it?"

Song Yiyi paused for a moment and began to change the topic: "Third brother, are you leaving tomorrow?"

Jiang Xinyong nodded: "I still have some things to deal with over there, and I'll pick you up after half a month." ā€

Bai Feng suddenly patted his head and shouted, "Oh, the things we brought fell into the car, I'll go get them and eat them as soon as possible, don't waste them!"

With that, he took out the car keys from his pocket and ran out.

Song Yiyi blinked: "What's the matter, so anxious?"

Jiang Xinyong smiled: "Bring a bamboo basket of crabs and two roast chickens." ā€

Luo Jinhuan shook his head: "You two young men, you can forget this little thing, it's true! Otherwise, let Yiyi make the crab, we won't all be able to eat it!"