It's still a familiar thing, a familiar rice spoon, a familiar cauldron.

At this moment, the flames under the stove are "popping" and splashing sparks.

Lin Xiang looked at the few ingredients on the cutting board and fell into deep thought.

The lobby outside was still noisy: "What the hell, grandpa, it's the first time I've seen such a wine shop, see if I don't smash it clean!" ”

Where could the female shopkeeper bear it, she went up and quarreled with the big man.

Only the girl was with Lin Xiang in the kitchen, and the young men who ran the hall all sneered: "What will you do as a girl?" What can you ......?" he said, glancing at the other party and sarcastically.

Lin Xiang turned a deaf ear and concentrated on her own affairs, she knew that this was a good opportunity for herself, if she could win the favor of the shopkeeper, she could continue to work here for a long time.

In winter, the weather is very cold, and most people who drink alcohol love to eat vegetables, and soup is indispensable at this moment.

Lin Xiang thought about it, picked up the bitter gourd and radish in the vegetable basket, picked up a piece of marinated pork on the stove, reached out and picked up the kitchen knife on the side, and cut it skillfully without pause under the sideways eyes of everyone.

The young man who was muttering suddenly stopped, and the action stunned the girl on one side.

In an instant, the bitter gourd and radish were cut into smooth slices, and the bitter gourd was marinated in water to remove the bitterness.

Picking up the cold pork piece, the kitchen knife was raised, the knife flashed, and it was waved neatly in an instant.

The minced meat should be chopped into foam.

Lin Xiang put the cut pork in a small porcelain bowl, reached out and pinched a little salt and sugar into the meat filling, and then stirred it.

You can use pepper to remove the smell of meat to make this dish, but there are no ingredients now, Lin Xiang cleaned the ginger and green onions neatly, cut them into foam, and mixed them into a handful.

Knead and stir to bring the ginger, green onions, and salt and sugar together.

Put the finished stuffing on one side, Lin Xiang added a small half of water to the pot, and took advantage of the fire under the stove to "gurgle" and burn it.

After a while, the water is filled with green onion and ginger, the pickled bitter gourd is filled with the meat filling, and the carrot slices are added, and one by one is thrown into the water, and it begins to float in the hot water.

In the middle of the night, as the water "gurgled and gushed" up, the fragrance of bitter gourd and meat filling began to rise, and the smell of fresh fragrance caused people to start drooling.

"Really, so fragrant!" The young man who ran the hall squinted his eyes and couldn't help sighing, he had long forgotten Fang Cai's cynicism at Lin Xiang.

The cooked bitter gourd and meat were taken out, placed on the plate delicately and exquisitely, and the broth that had just been rolled was poured into the plate.

The faint taste of bitter gourd, vegetables and fruits, contains the aroma of meat, there is no fishy smell, and the taste of fresh fragrance can't help but make people drool when you smell it.

Here's the first course: bitter gourd stuffed broth.

After doing this, Lin Xiang thought for a while and asked, "Are there any chickens?" ”

The stunned guy looked at Lin Xiang's series of skillful movements that did not drag mud and water, and Mu Mu said, "Yes, in the basket next to him." With a smile in his mouth, he couldn't help but swallow, and suddenly reacted and was annoyed, and secretly said that he was led by a girl by the nose without any interest.

The second course, roasted chicken with glutinous rice wine.

Clean the pot, pour in a little lard, add some star anise, cinnamon, wait for the oil pot to heat, put the processed large pieces of chicken together with the green onion and ginger into the "crackling" bubbling oil star, "Zrazla-" with the aroma of meat and heat, the chicken and the ingredients are mixed together, Lin Xiang stir-fried.

The chicken in the pot is gradually fried to a golden color, with a rich aroma, and white smoke rises on it.

As soon as Lin Xiang stretched out his hand, he poured water into the pot, and in an instant, the smell of meat wafted through.

"Give me some glutinous rice wine!"

Add rice wine, the broth instantly "gurgles" to boil, and then add salt and sugar to stir-fry thoroughly, and quickly collect the juice.

With a shiny color, the brown pieces of meat are wrapped in a thick layer of soup, which is extraordinarily full, steaming hot, sprinkled with green green onions, and the chicken with a faint smell of wine is ready.

"Why don't you get inside?" Lin Xiang held the plate in his hand, tilted his head and looked at the young man running the hall suspiciously, and asked.

"Oh!" The young man who ran the hall swallowed his saliva, stood up with a "poof", and reached out to take the fragrant plate and bitter gourd-stuffed broth and put it out.

"It's your dish!" The guy who ran the hall tried his best to hold back the saliva in his mouth and put things on the table of several strong men with gloomy faces.

Why is this happening? It goes back two days --

On that day of the winter solstice, there was heavy snow on the white streets, and from time to time there was a cold wind blowing. The road is sparsely populated, and most of them are in a hurry.

"Click" The sound of a lone heavy object hitting sounded.

"Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle—" On both sides of the street, a man in ragged clothes with messy hair, who couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, knelt on the ground and kowtowed and thanked him.

The passers-by were only occasionally sideways, and most of them had a look of disgust on their faces.

Lin Xiang hooked the corners of her mouth, a hint of a smile appeared on her dirty face, sweet, with a little satisfaction, her dark pupils stared closely at the small crockpot on the ground, thinking about things.

With this copper plate, there will be twenty copper plates today, and when I go back to the small temple later, I can go back with some hot food, and Xiaoyan will not have to go hungry today.

It was getting dark, and there were no more people passing by on the streets.

The cold wind blew, Lin Xiang's hands tightened her thin neckline, her lips were a little purple, her legs kneeling on the ground moved forward, her body moved forward, and she hugged the small crockpot tightly. It seems that this is all for today's harvest. I was a little disappointed, but I was also a little satisfied.

Shrunk and slowly stood up, his feet trembled, and Lin Xiang almost sat on the ground again.

My feet hurt so much.

Lin Xiang touched the leg of her trousers with a dirty finger, couldn't help rubbing it, rested for a while, and stood up immediately when she didn't dare to stay longer.

Stepping forward, the mist coming out of my mouth fluttered. Lin Xiang remembered that there was a steamed bun shop not far in front of him, and the steamed bun filling was large and thin, with soft and glutinous dough and fragrant filling, and a little soup would overflow when you took a bite.

With a smile in his mouth, Lin Xiang smashed his mouth and hurriedly stopped his fantasy and walked forward quickly.

The neckline was suddenly pinched, and Lin Xiang "Ah! The cry came out, his neck tightened, the crockpot in his arms was loosened, and the whole person fell to the ground with a "poof".

The crisp jar fell to the ground, shattered into petals one by one, and the copper coins inside spun around and fell to the ground.

Lin Xiang rubbed his neck in pain.

"Yo, there's still money in it" A rough voice sounded above Lin Xiang's head.

Lin Xiang looked up suddenly, only to see a tall and strong man standing crookedly, with one hand already leaning down, bending down to touch the copper coin on the ground.

With a sudden suffocation in his chest, Lin Xiang didn't care about the pain in his neck and buttocks, his body quickly threw himself forward, and he instantly lay on the ground, protecting the broken jar with both hands.

"It's my money." Lin Xiao gritted his teeth and said.