When Wang Yong took his younger brother Wang Liang and the younger brothers to clean all the snow on the roofs of their five rooms, it was almost noon. It's not that the snow is thick, even though it has been raining for a day and a night, the snow on the roof of the house is only five or six centimeters thick.

The big dustpan, the big broom, and the big shovel were all used, and it wouldn't take them more than an hour if they worked hard. But the two of them, especially Wang Liang, a little kid, began to get annoyed after two minutes, and they had to pester their brother and shout for a snowball fight.

As a result, after being ruthlessly hit by his brother, his face was covered with cold snowflakes, and he cried and climbed down the ladder to find his mother and cry and complain that his brother was bullying him.

Of course, Wang Yong couldn't admit this big responsibility, so he also followed and started a fierce debate with his younger brother Wang Liang on the major issues of right and wrong in front of his mother.

In the end, Wang Yong defeated Wang Liang with an irrefutable huge advantage, making this little kid speechless, wiping his tears and launching an emotional offensive, corrupting his mother.

So, Wang Yong is tragic! I was ordered by my mother to clear the snow from the roof before noon.

This made Wang have the courage to blow up, but in his mother's unkind eyes, he was experienced in dealing with the enemy and deeply understood that a good man would not suffer the losses in front of him, so he hurriedly climbed the ladder and went to the room.

After running to the roof and sitting for more than half an hour, Wang Yong suppressed the anger in his heart, and secretly made up his mind that he must find an opportunity to rectify his younger brother's little brat, and after crying essence, he reluctantly took a big shovel taller than himself and pushed the snow down again and again.

Because he felt that he had been wronged, Wang Yong, who didn't have a good meal at noon, ran away as soon as he put down his rice bowl and disappeared, until the sun set in the west ravine, and then he was full of excitement and Zhang Chunxiang and Uncle Zhang carried a bunch of things into the house.

"Mom, have you cooked? Let's eat something fresh today! ”

"What do you eat fresh? What do you want to do? ”

Mother Tian Xiuhua looked at her eldest son very vigilantly, this kid has a criminal record. Just like the last time, a few days ago, I said that I was going to make a southern-style braised pork for everyone to try. As a result, I put sugar hard, but before the heat was controlled, the sugar was all paste! The braised pork is so black that the dogs at home don't eat it!

"Hehe, this time it's none of my business, it's my Uncle Zhang's proposal. Isn't it, Uncle Zhang, do you want to say something too? ”

"Yes, yes! That's what I said. Sister-in-law, did you see the meat in my hand? This is authentic steppe lamb! You cut thin slices in a while, and let's brush the pot and eat! ”

Zhang Chunxiang was more excited than Wang Yong, and danced to Wang Yong's mother to introduce how delicious the hot pot is, which is most suitable for eating in winter, what to nourish blood and qi, what to drive away the cold and warm the body, what tastes beautiful, eat one bite and want two bites, and can't stop eating two bites.

"In this way, Mom, you hurry up and cut the meat, I'll prepare the vegetables, Uncle Zhang, you prepare the hot pot base, let's try to eat the hot pot in half an hour!"

Wang Yong listened to the small chest and issued an order like a general, and then helped Uncle Zhang find all the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, Sichuan pepper, dried chili pepper and seasonings such as ingredients, cinnamon, grass and fruit, and hurried to prepare vegetables.

The potatoes stored at home are peeled and sliced, the black fungus is soaked in warm water, the remaining piece of tofu at noon is also cut into small pieces, the bean skin and kelp that are always available at home are soaked, and the classic shabu-shabu dish of vermicelli Chinese cabbage is absolutely indispensable.

In addition to these, the fresh coriander, rape, lettuce, garlic sprouts, and cabbage produced in the greenhouse are all put together in a large pot.

Loading the plates separately not only takes up space, but also is too troublesome, Wang Yong, who is lazy and began to pump again, simply washed it and put it in a large basin and served it on the table.

The hot pot was called antique soup in ancient times, and it is said that it was named because the food was put into the boiling soup and made a "coo" sound. This thing is an authentic Chinese original beauty, with a long history!

According to historians, hot pot appeared as early as the Eastern Han Dynasty, and it was already very popular in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Nineteen" wrote: Green ants make new wine, red clay small stove. If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing?

The red clay small stove is the hot pot. On the evening of the winter day when the snow is about to fall, three or five friends, drinking the freshly brewed good wine, the hot pot is steaming in front of the full, and the meat slices are flying, talking loudly about each other's favorite topics, so poetic!

Later, the hot pot spread to Mongolia and became a special shabu beef and mutton. Therefore, strictly speaking, shabu mutton should have originated from hot pot.

After the Qing Dynasty, hot pot was not only popular among the people, but also became a famous court dish.

The hot pot pays attention to eating and hot, spicy and fragrant, oily but not greasy, eating, sweating profusely, hearty to the extreme. It can dehumidify and relieve depression, especially suitable for winter consumption.

However, for Wang Yong's family who stretch out of the remote countryside, hot pot is just a legend. Not to mention eating, I've never heard of it! Therefore, Tian Xiuhua was very attentive to the practice of hot pot, cutting meat while watching Zhang Chunxiang prepare the base and dipping sauce.

Fry the chili oil, add various seasonings, and finally add the old soup in the big iron pot of the old Wang's family. Speaking of this old soup, it is not simple, at the beginning, it was in order to make up for Wang Yong, who was weak, that Wang Hai and his daughter-in-law Tian Xiuhua decided to stew some big bones for him from time to time in the future.

Unexpectedly, after Wang Yong cooked somen noodles with big bone broth once, the whole family liked this way of eating. Since then, this big bone broth has not been broken in the family.

For this reason, I also deliberately went to the county to buy an iron stove and a stainless steel barrel, put it outside in the summer, and enlarge it in the shed in the winter, and buy a little big stick bone or chicken frame bone or something every three or two days and throw it inside to make soup.

When the small iron pot placed on the liquefied gas boiler began to bubble, a strong aroma mixed with oil, chili pepper and spice came to the nose, so that everyone who smelled it involuntarily began to move their noses to find the source of the taste.

"Alright, you're done! Wang Yong, is your dish ready? ”

Zhang Chunxiang was concocting the farmer's special sesame oil skin while urging Wang Yong. This sesame oil skin is actually the so-called sesame sauce, but it is a little different from the sesame sauce in the city.

This is a craftsman who walks the street grinding the fried sesame seeds with a stone mill and grinding it out with a stone mill. In contrast, it is more viscous, and it is generally mixed with water when you want to eat it.

It's a lot more fragrant than the floured bottles you buy at the mall or supermarket! It must be an exaggeration to say that the smell is fragrant for ten miles, but every time someone comes to the village to sell freshly ground sesame oil skin, they can definitely smell its special fragrance from a mile away.

After adding water to dilute the sesame oil skin, Zhang Chunxiang picked up the tofu milk that Wang Liang had just bought from the commissary, crushed it and put it into the sesame oil skin, and added some chopped green onion and coriander.

It's a pity that there is no sugar garlic at home, but fortunately, Wang Yong pulled a few garlic seedlings from the greenhouse that were thicker and thicker, and it was good to get a few new garlic instead.

"Go back, wait for this new garlic to come down, pickle some sugar garlic and eat it." Zhang Chunxiang said with a pout while helping Wang Yong peel garlic.

"Sweet garlic? That's too troublesome, I'll pickle some laba garlic for you! ”

Zhang Chunxiang glared at Wang Yong angrily, and said in his heart, I want to eat laba garlic, is it easy to use you? Who wouldn't do this by soaking garlic cloves in vinegar?

"Cheng, Cheng, isn't it okay if I didn't say it? I'm really afraid of you.,So adults always think they're a cute doll? ”

"Smack-"

"Oops!"

"How can I talk to your Uncle Zhang? Nothing big or small! ”

"Dad, why are you going home for dinner today? What kind of food is cooked on the farm? ”

Wang Hai, who took off his coat and was about to wash his hands, said while undressing: "The farm is eating sauerkraut and pork stewed vermicelli tonight, if Wang Liang hadn't called me in the past, I would have come back after eating." ”

Wang Hai is just as good as Wang Yong likes to eat fish for pork stewed vermicelli, and he can't eat enough. Every time he can eat two large bowls by himself, it is terrifying! That's a big bowl with a diameter of more than 10 centimeters, full of spikes!

After the mother brought a plate of mutton that was obviously slightly thicker to the table, several people sat around and did not make any dining speeches, thanking this and that, and stretched out their chopsticks to start.

Compared with other people's mutton slices that are as thin as cicada wings, Tian Xiuhua is obviously eight streets worse than others in terms of knife skills. The thickness of this piece of mutton is more than five millimeters! Eating one piece is definitely more than ten slices!

However, it is very enjoyable to eat this way, but it is cooked a little slowly, and it has to be put in a pot and cooked for a while before you can enjoy the delicious taste of mutton.

"Fragrant!"

Wang Hai followed Zhang Chunxiang's example, sandwiched a piece of cooked mutton slices, dipped them in the dipping sauce, and then put them in his mouth. A strong blend of fragrance made him immediately can't help but admire.

Wang Liang beside him looked at it, and didn't care whether his piece of meat was cooked or not, scooped it up and wrapped it in a dipping bowl, and then stuffed it into his mouth. The move was so fast that it was too late for my mother Tian Xiuhua to stop it.

"Ahh Vomit! Ha! Yikes! ”

After a series of interjections, the kid began to dance in tears and perform on the spot. That action, that demeanor, directly made Wang Yongle's mouthful of soup come out directly from his nose and eyes.

"Spicy! Hot! It's so spicy! ”

Wang Liang was in tears, and he fanned his hand to his mouth, and then kept muttering to himself. The old mother who saw it was distressed, and quickly got up and went to the hall to scoop a scoop of cold water for him.

"Hehe, this thing eats a spicy one! If you can't eat spicy, let your mother put you a bowl of noodles. Wang Yong gloated while chewing the tender mutton while deliberately squeezing Wang Liang.

He won't say that there is such a thing as a clear soup pot and a mandarin duck pot, which are specially prepared for people who can't eat spicy food! Hmph, if you dare to let your brother and me be wronged, I will let you want to eat but dare not eat, smelling the fragrance and drooling!

As a result, tonight's hot pot, Wang Liang still smelled the fragrance and drooled as Wang Yong thought, but the previous painful experience made him dare not stretch his chopsticks in at all, so he could only pull the noodle soup in his bowl with a sad face and eat it.

You can see it, you can smell it, but you can't eat it. People eat what they can only look at with envy and jealousy, and the biggest pain in life is nothing more than this.

For the sake of delicious hot pot, Wang Liang secretly decided in the depths of his little heart that he must try to eat chili peppers! Hmph, when I can eat spicy food in the future, I will make a pot and eat it myself, so that you all can watch it, and no one will eat it.

Imagining the scene of a bunch of people surrounding him, begging him to let them eat some hot pot too, Wang Liang, the little kid, couldn't help but show a rather smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that as soon as I looked down and saw the somen soup in the bowl full of oil flowers, my little face drooped down again, and I pouted and pulled for a long time before picking up a noodle and reluctantly putting it in my mouth.

Except for Wang Liang, the other four people were all happy! All the big men, their lips are spicy and numb, and they still can't stop stretching their chopsticks into the hot pot to eat.

In the end, the four people who played extraordinarily swept away more than two catties of mutton, a large pot of various vegetables, and other miscellaneous ingredients, and there was nothing left, so they held their stomachs and still tasted the delicious taste just now.

"Well, this hot pot is good, you can add it to our recipes in the future."

Wang Hai was the first to speak, and as he spoke, he rubbed his hand on his bulging belly.

"It's so spicy! No chili peppers next time! ”

Wang Liang was dissatisfied, and his eyes were removed from the TV screen to express his opinion.

"Actually, this hot pot is also not spicy, but I feel that it is not spicy and tasteless, and it is not delicious at all!"

As soon as Wang Yong finished saying this, Wang Liang, the kid, couldn't even bother watching TV, got off the stool, ran to Wang Yong's side, hugged his thigh, and begged him to get him a non-spicy hot pot to eat tomorrow.

Wang Yong turned his head and smiled secretly, is your brother and I so easy to bully?

I'm working overtime tonight.,I don't know when I'm going to get it.,Upload a chapter first.。 In addition, because the editor of the Ministry of Supply requested deletion and revision, all the later parts had to be reorganized and rectified, and the house was sad to death! I guess it's going to be days before I can't code a new chapter.

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