In traditional Chinese medicine, radish is classified as a medicinal herb.

It has the effects of lowering qi, eliminating food and moistening the lungs, detoxifying and rejuvenating, diuretic and laxative.

Jiang Zhimian only asked Wang San to buy white radish, as for what the effect was and where it was used, she didn't say anything.

Wang San was also sincere, nodded and went.

The white radish is a cheap vegetable, sold by the pile, a hill-like pile, as long as two pennies.

Wang San bought a bunch of them, went to the butcher's stall and bought two catties of pork ribs, and went back to Wuziju in a hurry.

Stewed pork ribs with white radish, sprinkled with some tender green onions on the white cloud-like soup, if you add wolfberries, red, green and white are mixed with each other, it will look even better.

As a result, when he went to the stove room to blanch the ribs, all the white radishes were juiced by Jiang Zhimian.

The rest of the radish meat is flat, but it can be eaten, but it tastes like hay.

Jiang Zhimian saw him holding those radish dregs and chewing them, and suddenly remembered a dried fruit sold by a treasure in modern times, called dried sugarcane.

As the name suggests, it is a "preserved fruit" made from dried sugarcane.

When chewed, it was no different from gnawing wood.

Don't ask her why she knows.

In short, this description is correct.

"San'er, these radish dregs can't be eaten, take them and feed them to Chasing Wind and the little ram." Jiang Zhimian said.

"But my ribs are all blanched, otherwise, I'll go out and buy white radishes now, I should be in a hurry." Wang San pondered.

Jiang Zhimian raised his head and glanced at the swaying sun, "It should be too late, unless you buy radishes and eat them at night." ”

"I've told the boss that I'll have ribs to eat at noon." Wang San was quite sorry.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Zhimian said, "You don't have to drink pork rib soup, sweet and sour pork ribs are okay, he has recovered well from his wound recently, and it doesn't matter if you eat something with a strong taste." ”

"What are sweet and sour pork ribs?" Wang San was very curious.

Yes, it's a modern dish again.

Jiang Zhimian didn't bother to explain, "You take out the blanched pork ribs, wash them with cold water, drain the water, and I'll do the rest." ”

"Good!" Wang San immediately nodded.

In my lifetime, it is such an honor to see Jiang Touer cook!

Wang San's ass was upset and gave Jiang Zhimian a hand in the stove room.

After Jiang Zhimian waited for the ribs to cool, he wrapped a layer of sweet potato starch and set it aside for later use.

Then, pour in an appropriate amount of oil, heat the oil until it is 70% hot, put in the pork ribs just wrapped in starch, fry until golden brown and remove it.

Next, it's time to stir-fry.

Boil a small amount of oil until it is hot, add a little brown sugar and stir-fry until it melts, then add water, add salt, vinegar and other ingredients, add water starch to thicken, and boil the juice over high heat.

When the soup is thick, add the fried pork ribs and continue to stir-fry, and when it is almost out of the pan, sprinkle with white sesame seeds.

One is to look good, but to add fragrance.

Out of the pot and on the plate, the fragrance has already hooked out Wang San'er's gluttony.

"Ginger, this sweet and sour pork ribs, what does it taste like?" Wang San asked curiously.

Jiang Zhimian was neat, took a piece with chopsticks and handed it to him, "Don't you know if you taste it?" ”

Wang San was unceremoniously, and quickly reached out to take it and put it in his mouth, so hot that he kept gasping.

But his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

Mom, what kind of fairy dish is this, it's so delicious!

The taste is unique, sweet but not greasy, amber is shiny, and it is sweet and fragrant.

I ate one piece, and I want to eat the second piece.

But before it was served, he was too embarrassed to stretch out his paws again, so he had to laugh excitedly, "Jiang Tou'er, this is really delicious, can you teach me, I can make it for the boss every day." ”

Jiang Zhimian smiled sweetly and refused very simply, "No." ”

It's not that she is reluctant to teach Wang San this dish.

It's because Wang San said that after learning, he would make it for Guo Xiaobao every day.

Birthday, what is Guo Xiaobao fat now?

If you eat at this calorie again, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep on a wooden frame bed in the future, so you'll have to find a blacksmith in the town to make a solid iron box.

However, seeing Wang San's depressed expression, Jiang Zhimian said again.

"I'll teach you to make a vegetable salad another day, and you can make more for your boss to eat, and he should lose weight."

Wang San didn't understand vegetable salad, so he humbly asked for advice.

Then I learned that it was to chop and mix all kinds of vegetable leaves together, or the raw kind, and the facial features were instantly screwed together, like a monkey that ate a lemon and was poured with acid.

"Isn't that eating grass? Although the boss looks like a pig, he is still a human being, and the grass is eaten by animals. Wang Sandao.

Jiang Zhimian almost laughed.

But think about it again, this salad was also introduced from abroad, and it spread during the Republic of China, and many wealthy families followed suit, just to be fashionable.

If you really want to say you like it, you have to extend it for many, many years.

Not to mention that it's antiquity now.

"Eating vegetables is a good thing, you can lose weight, as long as you lose weight, you can marry a daughter-in-law, do you want your eldest to marry a daughter-in-law?" Jiang Zhimian changed his words.

"I think I want to think about it." Wang San nodded like pounding garlic.

Speaking of marrying a daughter-in-law, he disliked Guo Xiaobao very much.

Because there are not so many beds to sleep in, it has been rainy recently, and the ground is damp, and it can't be laid at all.

So at night, Wang San could only squeeze a bed with Guo Xiaobao.

It can only occupy a small corner, and when you wake up in the morning, you often find yourself on the ground, which is a small thing.

The most depressing thing is that Guo Xiaobao always has some unobtrusive dreams at night, and he has to move his hands and feet according to the things in the dream.

It's like last night, I hugged him and called my daughter-in-law happily, and almost didn't strangle him.

I have to hurry up and ask the boss to find a daughter-in-law, he can't stand such grievances.

"That ginger head, remember to teach me earlier, and I'll make it for the boss." Wang San pleased.

Jiang Zhimian nodded, took a plate, divided the sweet and sour pork ribs he made just now into two parts, and took out a little broken silver from his arms and handed it to Wang San, "Take it, your meat money, I'll take this back." ”

It's hard to cook a delicious meal, but of course you have to think about the people at home.

"Jiang Tou'er, I don't want money." Wang San hurriedly said.

Jiang Zhimian held his hand with a serious expression, "Take it, it doesn't matter if you don't need money for white radish, you still have to give meat, I am your leader, I should have covered you, I always take advantage of you, what is it?" ”

Holding the broken silver, Wang San was moved to tears.

He insisted on sending Jiang Zhimian to the door of the leisurely residence, wiped his tears and turned to leave.

When I came back to prepare for dinner, I found that the unicorn had already been served, and the sweet and sour pork ribs in the middle were only the soup at the bottom of the plate.

Woooooo

Wang San cried even louder.