Chapter 62: Fancy Compliments

Ye Qingyu looked at the sauces and spices at home again, and found that vegetable oil, soy sauce, vinegar, and soybean sauce are all available, green onions, chili peppers, ginger, and peppercorns, cumin is not lacking, quite complete.

However, they usually cook vegetables in clear water, and they don't put oil, and those soy sauce, vinegar and other ingredients may not be used once a month.

After her father disposed of the pheasant, chopped it into pieces, and put it in a basin and brought it over, Ye Qingyu immediately said,

"Grandma, mother, second aunt, you give me a chance, I'll stew today's pheasant. You are right next to you to guide and supervise, and I promise that even if I can't make it delicious, I will definitely be able to stew the food, and it will never be wasted! ”

Cooking is a trivial matter, and when everyone saw that she was so interested, they didn't want to spoil her interest, and they all smiled and said, "Okay, you can do it." ”

"It's the first time I'm cooking, as long as I can stew it, it doesn't matter if it's delicious or not." Ye Qin's family also opened his mouth to comfort his daughter.

"Yes, I remember the first time I cooked, the dishes were either raw or paste." Ye Wu smiled and spoke.

Ye Qingyu couldn't help but want to laugh when she heard that the elders in the family had such low requirements for her, and secretly thought that when they made it themselves and found it delicious, they would praise themselves as geniuses.

Ye Qingyu pretended not to understand anything, listened to her grandmother first, passed the chicken through boiling water to remove the blood, and then took it out and drained it for later use.

I wanted to cut the green onion and ginger by myself, but her mother got it for her, and told her to pour oil and stir-fry the chives and ginger first, Ye Qingyu naturally knew it, but she had to pretend not to know.

When pouring oil into the pot, Ye Qingyu put a little more, and then looked at her grandmother embarrassedly,

"My hand shakes, is there too much oil?"

"It's okay, the stewed chicken needs to be filled with more oil to make it fragrant." Ye Liu immediately said with a smile.

Aunt Qingyu and Qingyu Niang glanced at each other, then pursed their lips and smiled, and the two concubines read the content in each other's eyes at the same time.

If they dare to put so much oil, they will definitely be reprimanded by their mother-in-law.

Of course, when the family was rich before, Ye Liu's family didn't care how much oil he put out, that is, he was too poor in the past two years, and he wanted to save everything, so he had to become slammeric.

Ye Qingyu knows how to cook after all, even if she wants to hide it, but her action of holding the spatula and the appearance of stir-frying give people the feeling of being proficient.

"Qingyu's first time cooking, she has a good appearance, it's really good!" Ye Liu smiled and praised.

"A clever person learns everything quickly." Ye Wu also praised her with a smile.

"This chicken has been fried fragrantly, and the color is also very beautiful." Ye Qin's family also praised her daughter.

Ye Qingyu listened to their fancy compliments, and was very embarrassed, so he quickly sped up his movements, stir-fried the chicken until golden brown, and then added water to cover the lid.

"When the water is boiling, add potatoes and mushrooms one after another, and continue to simmer." Ye Qin said with a smile.

"I think it's very easy to cook and stir-fry. I haven't done anything yet, I've already done it. Ye Qingyu deliberately pretended to be unfinished and said,

"If my meal is delicious, let me stir-fry it in the future."

"Let's wait until you cook them first." Ye Liu pushed her outside, "Don't stay inside, it's too stuffy, add a fire from time to time, and then open it after a small half-column of incense to take a look." ”

"Shall we order incense and time it?" Ye Qingyu asked stunned.

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Ahhh There are so few people who read the text, and there are so few tickets, I feel like no one reads what I wrote! Let's leave a word, or give a ticket, to comfort my heart! (Pathetic)