The large wood pot boils water very quickly.

Of course, it is the big iron pot that opens faster, not the soup pot with more water.

"You want to eat early, don't you?"

Feng Jing asked.

"Yes." Su Wu was already so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, and she was already hungry much faster than ordinary people.

Feng Jing poured the washed rice into the big iron pot and stirred it with a spatula, and covered it with a big wooden lid, "You look at the soup pot, the water is boiling, scoop half a bucket of water into the wooden barrel, I have washed the wooden barrel before, and then pick a little salt and put it in it, just a little." ”

Su Wu really didn't understand, "And then?" ”

Feng Jing had doubted whether Su Wan was really stupid before, but now it seems that she is really stupid, "Then I will come out to kill chickens." ”

Su Wan doesn't want to do housework at all, she loves to eat, and she doesn't like to cook, "Why do you let me do it, you don't do it?" ”

"I'm going to cook." Feng Jing tilted his head and lifted the lid of the pot, the boiling bubbles inside had already bubbled, and if the lid was not removed, it would overflow.

He put the iron spatula in again, stirred it, and closed the lid again, "Girl, the job I have given you is already the easiest. ”

Pointing to the big iron pot, "Or, you come here?" ”

Su Wan shook her head like a rattle, "No, no, no." ”

The water ability was also scared of being on fire, and she didn't want to burn herself.

In order to eat early, you still have to do something.

This ancient cooking rice is so troublesome, Feng Jing should cook rice like this, it should be porridge, and the porridge has nothing to do.

However, the only one who can cook is Feng Jing, so let's eat porridge if you eat porridge......

Or a modern rice cooker is better to use, put the rice in, pour some water, cover the lid and press a few times, and the rice will be fine after a while.

However, Su Wu suddenly remembered that she had never used the rice cooker......

There seemed to be a rice cooker in the space, and it was the material she had found for the lightning powerhouse, and she hadn't had time to hand it over to him yet.

It's a pity that there is such a convenient thing, but there is no electricity.

Hey, no, there seems to be a generator, a converter, and two barrels of diesel in the space!

It seems that if Feng Jing is not at home in the future, she will be able to cook rice for her family to deal with.

Although she has never used a rice cooker, she will definitely learn it after reading the manual.

"Girl."

"Girl?"

"Huh?"

Su Wan came back to her senses, only to see Feng Jing pointing at the big iron pot with a spatula, "You can scoop water." ”

"Okay."

After agreeing to do something, Su Wu would not be lazy, she took the gourd scoop and scooped half a bucket of boiling water, and scooped a tablespoon of salt and threw it in the wooden bucket.

"It's too luxurious not to put so much salt in it."

"Oh."

Even if ordinary people buy salt, they are usually reluctant to take it out and eat it, like the two of them, in order to facilitate the plucking of chickens, they put a spoonful of salt, and when they were seen by the villagers, they had to say a few words about the loser.

Su Wu carried the bucket outside, Feng Jing scooped a little rice with a shovel to check, he remembered that the chef of the kitchen said to the little guy who helped Long cook, when the fan was boiled half-cooked and half-raw, it could be drained.

Now it looks pretty much the same.

Feng Jing took a clay pot and put it on the stove, and then took a bamboo basket (shāo jī) and put it on the clay pot, then used a gourd scoop to scoop up the "porridge"-like rice in the big iron pot and pour it lightly on the basket.

Su Wu put the wooden bucket and returned to the kitchen to ask Feng Jing to go out to kill chickens, but when she saw Feng Jing repeatedly scooping up the porridge in the pot, she was very puzzled, "Is the porridge ready?" It doesn't look very cooked, why do you separate the water from the rice, aren't you making porridge? ”

This little girl didn't look very smart, Feng Jing said, "This off-white thick liquid flows down from the cracks in the basket, and this liquid is rice soup." ”

"Rice soup!"

Su Wu had an epiphany, "Ah, I know rice soup." ”

Even Su Zhen, who was sitting on a small bench and burning firewood at the hole of the stove, poked his head out in surprise and glanced at Su Zhen.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Su Wu really can't cook, and Su Hua can't either, although Su Wu used to watch food shows, but food shows are all edited, where will a frame be peeled out without cutting?

Su Wu drank rice soup in the cafeteria, but she really didn't know that the rice soup was drained out like this.

Su Wu gaged awkwardly, "Go out to kill chickens, the water will be cold for a while." ”

"Immediately, don't worry, it's not good to scald the chicken with freshly boiled boiling water, and it's better to scald it with a little warmer hot water." Feng Jing recalled what the chef said and repeated it.

"Okay." Su Wan stared at Feng Jing, he explained what he was doing so carefully, could it be that he wanted to teach her, so that she would be lazy in the future?

It can't be, she's outside the Lord, and it won't change for a hundred years.

Estimating that the rice soup was almost drained, Feng Jing scooped two more scoops of clean cold water and poured it into the big iron pot.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly took a retort like a wooden barrel and put it in the pot, and put the round retort bottom made of bamboo strips on the inside, and covered it with a layer of white gauze on the top.

His distinct and slender fingers slowly picked up the basket on the porcelain basin and poured all the rice in the dustpan into the basket.

Finally, a retort made of wooden planks was covered with a retort.

Feng Jing was also cooking for the first time, and he was inevitably apprehensive, but after the whole process, he felt that he had done nothing wrong in every step, and he was doing it in strict accordance with the steps of the Gu Mansion chef.

If you can't eat it for a while, it's definitely not his fault, it's the chef who is hiding it!

Wouldn't it be too shady to think so? After all, cooking is something that every ordinary person can do...... There's no need for a chef to hide his secrets.

Feng Jing hesitantly glanced back at Su Wan, well, not every woman in the family can cook.

can't even cook, Su Wan will definitely be disgusted by her mother-in-law in the future.

Although she is very good at hunting, she can't do housework, and most people's mothers-in-law will dislike her.

Feng Jing felt that in the case that Su Wu was a better "master", he should teach her to cook in the future, lest she be divorced by her in-laws in the future because she couldn't cook, so he would ...... What a shame.

"What are you looking at me for?" Su Wu looked at Feng Jing like a thief, holding her hands on her chest.

I really didn't have any intentions against you, Feng Jing raised his hand and wiped it on Su Wan's face, and then showed it in front of her, "You have ash on your face." ”

There really is a black piece of soot.

Su Wan wiped it herself, and left some soot marks on her hands...... No, this guy is still getting started!

Su Wan glared at Feng Jing, "It's the ashes on your own hands." ”

Feng Jing chuckled in her heart, how did she know that it was the ashes on his hands?

"You just wanted to touch me, didn't you?"

Hearing Su Wan's words, the doubts in Feng Jing's heart were solved, and this woman always felt that he was thinking about her in Xiao, and felt that he had been looking for an opportunity to take advantage of her.

How blind he is, will he fall in love with her, a village girl who is illiterate and only has brute strength and can't even cook?

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