Chapter 332: Fried Stinky Tofu
"What's a good way?"
Hearing Miao Miao say this, Zhao Han was aroused by her curiosity, and couldn't help but ask.
"It clears away heat and relieves heat, detoxifies the eyes, eats it in summer, and is very fast to the body."
Raising her eyebrows and glancing at Zhao Han, Xue Miaomiao chuckled: "You have a physique that is prone to heat stroke, if you eat more bitter melon, you can effectively alleviate the symptoms of heat stroke." ”
"Then I'll plant it in the ground tomorrow."
As soon as he heard this, Zhao Han's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to plant the only bitter gourd seed at home.
“…… You can plant that bitter gourd in the yard, and I want to keep some seeds for next year. ”
The corners of her mouth twitched, Xue Miaomiao shook her head helplessly, and almost rolled her eyes again.
"Okay."
If you keep the seeds, does it mean that he can't eat them?
Thinking that the summer in Qingshan Village is quite hot every day, it is the most difficult season for him, if there is anything that can relieve his discomfort, even if he is allowed to drink medicine, he is very happy.
Although the medicine is very bitter and makes him sick, it is better than being sunburned at every turn.
In previous years, he was at his parents' place, and he basically didn't go out of the house all summer, and every time he basked in the sun, he fainted from heat stroke, which was particularly scary, and his family never allowed him to go out in the summer, causing trouble for the family.
But they didn't want to think about it, on such a hot day, his room was not well ventilated, the whole room was stuffy and stuffy, and normal people couldn't stay in it for too long, let alone a weak person like him.
This year, he didn't drink the bitter medicine again, and was allowed to do some physical work by Miao Miao, and his body was much better, but he didn't faint at every turn, causing trouble to Miao Miao, but summer was still a particularly difficult season for him.
also wore the two sets of breathable clothes that Miao Miao bought for him, so he didn't have a rash or prickly heat on his body like in previous years, but his body was weak, as long as he exercised, the sweat was like no money, and the big drops leached out, and it didn't take long to soak his entire clothes.
If you don't change it, it's easy to get caught with the wind and cold, so let's change it, he really doesn't have so many clothes.
But he didn't dare to say this to Miao Miao, for fear that Miao Miao would spend a lot of money to buy him very expensive clothes without saying a word, which would be too loser.
"You go get some sour radish I made yesterday, and I'll get stinky tofu."
On such a hot day, the speed of deterioration is very fast, Xue Miaomiao estimated the time, felt that it was almost over, and began to command Zhao Han to help, turned around and went back to the kitchen, boiled a large pot of oil, and when the oil was hot, he cut the tofu into small pieces and put it in.
When Zhao Han came in, he saw such a big pot of oil, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.
How expensive is this oil, why is Miao Miao willing to use up so much oil, if it were him, I'm afraid he would be able to fry vegetables for half a month.
"Isn't it fragrant?"
I didn't see the distress in Zhao Han's eyes, and smelled the familiar smell, Xue Miaomiao closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
“……”
It's obviously very stinky, where did Miao Miao ask where the incense came from?
Zhao Han was angry and funny, and finally shook his head helplessly, then he took the bowl with sour radish and put it aside, and after asking what he wanted to do, he began to bury his head in helping Miao Miao cut vegetables.
"You taste it.".
Put the fried stinky tofu on the seasoning, as well as the prepared side dishes, after mixing, Xue Miaomiao ate a piece by herself, and felt that it tasted good, seeing Zhao Han's expression of admiration and insensitivity, she couldn't help but have a hint of teasing evil taste, and immediately added a piece to his mouth......