Li didn't say anything, and continued to turn the pork in the pot with a spatula, and the room was filled with the smell of grease.

Mrs. Chen rummaged around the pot house, refusing to open the fire for a long time. In the past, it was the Li family who cooked, and under the service of the Li family, the door of the pot house had never entered, and now she was letting her cook, as if she was being punished. Old man Li reprimanded her for making trouble early in the morning, she was angry and went into the pot house, thinking that according to Li's temperament, seeing her enter the pot house, he would definitely persuade her to leave and then take over the task of cooking, but he didn't expect Li to be silent.

Mrs. Li felt that there was no step down, so she had to instruct Zhang's to cook. Zhang is a clumsy man, and after breaking a bowl, Mrs. Chen decided to take charge of the spoon herself.

“…… Early in the morning, if you're not hungry, let's make a pimple soup. Mrs. Chen muttered to herself, and told Zhang, "You go to the room to get some white noodles and eat pimple soup today." Take half of the white flour and add half of the sweet potato flour. ”

Pimple soup is a kind of soup and rice that people in Xuzhou often eat, the noodles are stirred into lumpy particles with water, go down to the boiling water, beat an egg or a handful of green vegetables, simple and fast, eat until the stomach is warm and hungry.

"Mother, let's only eat this, don't stir-fry? How to eat it. Zhang flipped his hand, "It's not all white noodles, and there are no vegetables, how can you eat it?" ”

"So many words, hurry up." Mrs. Chen scolded.

"We're running out of oil." Zhang looked at Li, and there was a reminder.

"Xueru, you burn the fire a little smaller, be careful that the grease is scorched." Li continued to flip the spatula in his hand and gently told Xue Ru. As if he hadn't heard the words of Zhang and Mrs. Chen, Zhang saw Li's appearance, pouted and went to the upper room to get noodles.

"Hmm." Chen Xueru agreed.

The firewood used to boil oil is pine wood pulled down from the mountain, and this kind of wood has a fine grain and is good for forbidden fire. The boiled oil is good in color.

Wang Jinghao took out two clay pots from the north wing room to fill oil, and these two clay pots were still taken out from Master Qin. The fat pork boiled out clear oil, like a pool of clear spring water tumbling in a pot. After boiling the oil, it will be condensed into a white and shiny ointment, not to mention how fragrant it is every time you put it in the dish.

In a past life. In addition to eating lard when she was a child, Chen Xuejiao grew up eating salad oil, blended oil, corn oil and other vegetable oils. As soon as the smell of lard came out, Chen Xuejiao got drunk when she smelled it hard, which was the same as the taste in her childhood memory.

And Chen Xuejiao is cutting cabbage, and she plans to use cabbage mixed with boiled oil residue to make pies to eat. I saw that she cut the cabbage and put it in the pot, and the green leaves accompanied the white gang, which was beautiful in red and green. It's not good if the cabbage is too wet, because there is a lot of moisture, and it is easy to stick together when placed in the dough. Xue Jiao put two spoonfuls of salt and kneaded it vigorously, and let it sit for a quarter of an hour to kill the water. In the space where the cabbage was resting, I cut the shredded pepper with my hand, and pulled a garlic from the wall and smashed it. After the cabbage finished killing the water, Chen Xuejiao began to adjust the filling, put chili pepper, minced garlic, salt, pepper powder, and grabbed a small pinch of shrimp to adjust the freshness.

If only there were fans. Chen Xuejiao thought, it's a pity that she came here. I have never seen fans, so my eyes light up when I think about it.

If you don't have it, it's a business opportunity.

Zhang came out of the upper room. I took white flour and sweet potato noodles, but the amount was a bit much, and I took four eggs on my own initiative.

Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes angrily and scolded her for being a person who couldn't live.

The lard in the fat pork had been exhausted, and after Li scooped out the oil residue, he took the oil jar in front of Zhang without saying a word. scooped a jar full of lard and put it in front of Zhang without saying a word.

The oil jar fell on the pot and made a dull sound, and Zhang sneered: "Oh, sister-in-law, why are you pinching so much." ”

Mrs. Chen stirred the gnocchi and her eyebrows didn't move.

"Fourth aunt. You just said that on the day of the separation, my family used the oil in the public middle school, what you said is not right, there was no separation that day, and we can naturally use the oil in the public middle school. Now you say that there is no oil, my mother gave you a jar, and my family does not owe it to the public school, not to pay it back but to you. Chen Xuejiao said sharply.

Zhang was speechless when he said something, but Mrs. Chen didn't hear it.

"Xue Jiao is right, four brothers and sisters, don't pay anything back, let's not eat in the same pot anymore, but we still live in a courtyard, what difficulties do we have in the public middle school, we should pull a hand in the big house." His daughter's daughter is unhappy for herself, and the Li family has to stand up for her daughter.

The rest of the oil was poured into his own jar, and both jars were filled, and there was still half a bowl left, just enough to make pies.

Li scooped up the oil, patted the noodles, and the noodles were almost awake, so he began to knead the noodles and make cakes. Chen Xuejiao and Jing Hao worked together, minced the oil residue and poured it into the cabbage filling just now, stirring vigorously, and letting the various seasonings blend together.

The freshly cooked oil residue is steaming hot and exudes an alluring aroma. It's the taste in memory, Chen Xuejiao thought, how many years she hasn't eaten oil residue. In her previous life, when she was a child, every time her grandmother refined lard, she would mix it with sugar and feed it to her, and such a wonderful and indescribable taste ran through her entire happy childhood, and she never forgot it for the rest of her life.

Chen Xuejiao mixed the stuffing, went to her house, and took out the candy brought by her grandmother. It's just that it's brown sugar, but it's all the same, it's all sweet.

She took the sugar into the pot, divided part of the oil residue from the large bowl and put it into a small bowl, sprinkled it with brown sugar, mixed it well with chopsticks, and put a bite in her mouth.

When you bite into it, it is fragrant, sweet with sugar, refreshing.

Well, it's the taste of memory.

Li looked at Chen Xuejiao dotingly, this little girl likes to pound and eat, because she has never eaten delicious food since she was a child. Now I think of a new gadget, mixed with sugar, which is childish.

Chen Xuejiao took a bite and gave it to Li Shi with chopsticks, and Li's eyes flashed with surprise, eating it like this is indeed much better than eating dry oil residue.

Chen Xuejiao fed Chen Xueru and Wang Jinghao respectively, and the remaining half of the bowl was given to Qi Ping, who ate two bites and said that he wanted to keep it for his brother and send it to his father.

"It's all yours, and there's quite a few more in the bowl." Chen Xuejiao touched Qi Ping's head and said.

"Your father can't eat it, and he can't do it." Li stopped Qi Ping.

The Dafang family laughed and ate the oil residue, as if there were still Mrs. Chen and Zhang's savings in the pot house.

Chen Xuejiao originally wanted to greet Mrs. Chen to eat, no matter what. She is the elder beckoning her to eat, but as soon as she thinks that she will touch her nose, she will give up, why should she rush to find it at such a happy moment.

When Mrs. Chen saw the scene of Dafang and Hemeimei, her heart rose with sour water.

The aroma of oil residue churned, and Zhang's swallowed greedily. I can't wait to snatch it from Qi Ping's hand.

“…… Xuejiao, you can give me some to try too. Zhang's faceless rubbed up.

is a mother, so come up, Chen Xuejiao despised in her heart but it was not easy to refuse, so she reluctantly took a few pieces of oil residue and handed them to Zhang, who swallowed them in a gulp, looking like she still wanted it. Chen Xuejiao made it clear that she was gone, and handed the rest to Wang Jinghao and sent it into the north wing.

When I turned my head, I saw two small heads crawling at the door of the pot house. Who else is not two eggs or three eggs, looking at Chen Xuejiao pitifully with a small face.

Li saw it, grabbed a handful and handed it to the brothers, who immediately devoured it. The big egg watched from afar, and his throat moved.

In the end, he is a child, and he will be greedy when he is sensible.

Chen Xuejiao likes the cousin of Big Egg, so she made a color towards Qi Ping, and Qi Ping walked out with a bowl. Pull the big egg into the corner and share it with him.

"No face and no skin." Mrs. Chen scolded Zhang, "Look at your appearance." A bowl of oil residue will take away your soul, not only are you greedy, but your children can also learn the same from you. ”

"If my mother lets me eat enough delicious food, I won't blink when I see good things." Zhang disdainful, "...... Xuejiao's oil residue mixed with sugar is so delicious, mother. My sister-in-law just gave us oil, and we have a lot of family, and we can't eat it for a few days, so I think it's better for us to go to the town to buy a few catties of fat pork to refine oil, and the oil residue is also mixed with sugar to eat. ”

"Don't be ashamed. Am I less for you to eat or less for you to drink, look at your gluttony, even if I give you a pig, I can't stop you from eating. Mrs. Chen said sarcastically, "Don't be wordy, hurry up and light the fire, my noodles are all mixed, one by one is not worrying, and let me cook at such an age." ”

Zhang sat in front of the pot door and lit the fire.

Li rolled out the dough, which was stuffed with cabbage oil residue filling, Chen Xueru burned the fire, Chen Xuejiao and Wang Jing were good at cooking. The oil was heated in the pot, and the pie was put in, and the oil was fragrant, and after a while, the cake was burnt yellow, and the fragrance of the nose was aroused, and it permeated the pot house, and out of the pot it filled the whole yard.

Zhang's side eyes were at Chen Xuejiao while burning the fire, wanting to take advantage of her inattention to take one to eat, how could she bear the thief who was staring at the side to die.

The pies were all baked and placed in the basin, hot and fragrant, and Chen Xuejiao brought them into the north wing. The Li family quarreled with another autumn eggplant and boiled a large pot of rice porridge.

Here, Mrs. Li also made a pimple soup, as if she was going to fight with the Li family, and put a lot of oil, which smelled fragrant.

When the meal is ready, everyone eats his own food.

Mrs. Chen thought about the proud appearance of the big house in the pot house, and lay down on the kang without eating.

In the north wing, Li took five pies with chopsticks and put them on a plate, and ordered Chen Xueru to send them to the upper room.

Chen Xueru was unhappy in her heart and didn't answer.

"Mother." Chen Xuejiao said, "Filial piety is a good thing, but it depends on whose mouth filial piety falls into." You directly asked my sister to carry the cake into the upper room, who is it for? Is it for grandma? Or an uncle and aunt? There must always be a charter. ”

Li thought for a while and said, "It's all a family, and besides, we can't eat so many ......."

"It's not a matter of what we can't eat, it's a matter of principle. We can honor grandma, there is no need for others. Chen Xuejiao is not a stingy person, but she is afraid that the Li family will get used to it, and people will treat her kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.

Lee didn't speak.

"Mother, I'll go." Chen Xuejiao knew that she had to persuade the Li family step by step, "I just said that we are filial to our grandmother." ”

Li smiled: "Cheng, if you go, you will say that you are filial to your grandmother." ”

Chen Xuejiao went to the upper room with the pie. (To be continued......)

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