"Xianggong, you cut the barrel bone."

"Mother, where is our old ginger, go get two pieces, I remember that there are edible buds in the back garden, pull a few, let's eat stewed buns with bones tonight."

Fang's mouth opened and wanted to say that it was a waste, but he felt that his son was there, Gu Huanhuan was the new daughter-in-law, she didn't say much, glared at Gu Huanhuan and went to the back garden to help them pull out six or seven buns of grain.

Fang handed the bun to Gu Huanhuan, "Just stew a few more and share a bowl with the family later, those few are not people, my grandchildren still have to eat." ”

Gu Huanhuan glanced at the old lady, she was very kind and clear, but she didn't know how to be a person to the outside world.

Everyone in Houshan Village thought that the Fang clan had rubbed the other three sons to death for Shen Qingluo, and the eccentricity was biased to the armpits, leaving anything good for Shen Qingluo.

It seems that the rumors are wrong.

She washed all the flocculent on the bun grain and handed it to Shen Qingqiu, "Xianggong, you chop the bun grain into pieces and cook it with the barrel bones later, cut the lean meat slices as well, and I'll make a boiled pork slice first." ”

"Good!" Shen Qingluo took the package and chopped it into pieces, looked at Gu Huanhuan who was squatting on the ground and scraping ginger, and suddenly felt that such a day was very good.

Gu Huanhuan cleaned up the ginger and handed it to Shen Qingluo, "This one is scattered and put in the pot." ”

Fang saw that the little couple were getting along happily, and saw that there was a faint calmness on his son's face, which he hadn't smiled for a long time, so he didn't stop it anymore and turned around to do something else.

After the barrel bones were soaked in water, Gu Huanhuan put all the ginger and corn into the kettle (pot), added a high heat to boil the water first, and then put a low fire to boil slowly.

The rice was almost stuffy, Gu Huanhuan found a rice bowl and scooped out the rice.

She pinched Huang Cancan's pot, raised it to her mouth and blew it, and put a piece into her mouth.

Well, it's really fragrant.

Fragrant and crispy, the faint aroma of rice fills the entire mouth, making people love it.

Gu Huanhuan pulled another piece and put it in his mouth.

Only then did he take the rest and hand it to Shen Qingluo's mouth, "It's delicious, do you want to taste it?" ”

Shen Qingluo looked down at the golden pot, and his heart was so warm.

Open your mouth to bite the pot and hand it to your mouth, how can there be any reason not to eat it.

"It's really good."

His voice was as indifferent as water, but Gu Huanhuan was very happy as if he had been praised.

"Right! The best thing to eat with wood-fired rice is the pot rice! ”

Gu Huanhuan's words made Shen Qingluo a little uncomfortable.

What is firewood rice called?

Is there another way to cook rice?

Gu Huanhuan didn't know anything about Shen Qingluo's suspicions, put water to wash the pot, put oil in the oil, stir-fry the garlic and ginger, and then put the chili noodles in and fry them and scoop them out.

Add water, put the meat slices in after the water boils, then put a handful of red mustard greens, and wait for the meat to cook, Gu Huanhuan put the chili garlic that was fried before into it and mix it evenly, put salt and chives, and the boiled meat slices are ready.

Stir-fry another cowpea and you'll be ready to live, and when she has made all the dishes and the tube bone broth is ready.

The rich and delicious fragrance of soup wafted in the courtyard, and several children from the other three rooms of the Shen family were lying in front of the kitchen door, staring inside, saliva flowing uncontrollably.

"Fourth aunt, the meat is so fragrant!"

Gu Huanhuan just smiled at them, fetched them a basin of water to help wash their black paws, and gave them a piece of oil residue.

"Let's play!"

Maybe she was too serious before, and the little ones really thought that if they ate too much meat, there would be holes in their stomachs.

After eating the oil residue in his hand, he licked his fingers again and again, looking reluctant, and no one said that he wanted another piece.

It was getting dark, and it was time for dinner.

Gu Huanhuan sent Shen Qingluo out to call his father and mother to come to the kitchen to eat, quickly filled Wen Qing with a bowl of vegetables and a bowl of rice and hid them in a hidden place, and sent a bowl of corn stew to several other families.