"Brother, why are you back?" Han Qinghe saw He Yi's eyes, looked in the direction she was looking, and immediately asked.

"The wood was all moved back, and I went to build it in the afternoon, and I forgot to take it." Han Qingjiang said lightly.

After speaking, he walked in and pointed at Han Qinghe.

"What are you doing?" Han Qinghe said vigilantly.

"What are you doing here?" Han Qingjiang asked, "Go outside." ”

"I light the fire." Han Qinghe is full of words.

"I'll come." Han Qingjiang doesn't care.

Han Qinghe: "You ......"

Is this a human thing?

But looking at Han Qingjiang's appearance, there is no doubt.

She didn't dare to have an opinion.

"Okay, okay, whatever you want." Han Qinghe stood up and gave up his position.

Because they are all acquaintances, there are not too many etiquette constraints.

So, Han Qinghe took the fried fish pieces and ate them with the Han family's grandmother.

Han Qingjiang put the firewood in the stove, washed his hands, and began to tear the fish pieces, picking out all the thorns inside.

"Do you like to pick fish bones?" He Yi said curiously.

It seems that from the last time we ate grilled fish together, he was responsible for picking the thorns, and she and Han Qinghe were responsible for eating.

Yesterday too, when he was eating fish, he was helping to pick out the thorns.

"Ah Yi, no, he only picked fish bones the day before yesterday, and I have never encountered such good treatment before." Han Qinghe shook his head and said.

"Eat yours." Han Qingjiang glanced at her lightly.

"If you don't say it, you won't say it, as if it's rare for anyone to say it." Han Qinghe muttered.

Of course, she didn't leave, she watched from the door, and the grandmother of the Han family smiled and didn't leave.

Why:......

Seeing that she was a little confused, Han Qingjiang hooked her lips and didn't laugh.

In fact, he doesn't know why he picks fish bones.

Probably because when she was eating fish, she was clumsy, just thinking about eating fish maw, lazy and embarrassed, so she moved her mind like this.

"Then I'm really honored." He Yi said embarrassedly. ‘

"Who made you stupid and won't eat fish." Han Qingjiang chuckled, his voice was faint, like water hitting a stone, it was a little beautiful.

He didn't seem to smile very much.

Han Qinghe followed the Han family's grandmother and smiled.

"No way, grass carp has too many spines, it's very troublesome to eat, I usually don't eat it." She doesn't really mean anything.

So, she's a picky eater.

"Then I'll have to reluctantly make it difficult." Han Qingjiang put the fish meat with the fish bones into the bowl, and the chopsticks were also loaded, and he handed it to He Yi.

He Yi has already scooped up the fried pork belly in the pot, and the fried taro is almost there.

She took it, tasted it, and said, "It's still so delicious." ”

"That is, Ayi's craftsmanship is good." Han Qinghe praised.

He Yi chuckled and ate two bites hastily.

When the taro in the pot was fried, He Yi asked Han Qinghe to help him scoop it up.

She began to cut the meat.

Because it was fried, it was a little dry, but fortunately, the knife at home was neat, and it was cut very quickly.

The pork belly is fried whole in one piece, like a square square.

The outside is already golden, but the fat inside can be seen clearly.

"Isn't it going to get a little tired?" Han Qinghe was stunned when he saw this.

She doesn't like to eat fatty meat by nature, and she can't help it.

"No, you'll know later, fat but not greasy." He Yi chuckled and said, "Don't worry, it's definitely delicious." ”

Put the button meat in the sea bowl, first make the base, and then cover the taro.

The buckle is about a centimeter thick.

I put some seasoning in it and put the sea bowl on the steamer to steam.

With that done, she began to cut the pieces of pork belly that had been cooked before, slicing them thinly, and the fat became transparent.

Before that, she had already made the seasonings, garlic paste with various condiments, and even chili peppers.

Made two small bowls of seasoning, one with chili and one without.

In order to take care of the grandmother of the Han family.

The eggs are also beaten, and only the eggs are scattered.

Tofu stuffed with stuffing.

The filling is made of glutinous rice, leeks, and lean meat.

Adding some of the thirteen incense she brought herself, just smelling the fragrance is enough to make people's hearts move.

I made twenty tofus, mainly because I was worried that everyone would not be able to eat anything else after eating tofu.

Isn't that a waste?

Originally, the grandmother of the Han family planned to weave bamboo baskets, but now that she saw He Yi cooking, she didn't do it.

He Yi cooks, it is smooth and very neat, looking at the finished product, it is to make people appetite.

She didn't want to weave bamboo baskets anymore.

Boring!

While Han Qingjiang was burning the fire, he went to the fish bones, like fish pieces with many spines, and he removed the fish bones.

For example, there are few fish bones, such as fish head and fish maw, but he didn't deal with them.

The steamer is big enough to stuff the tofu and fry the pork together.

Han Qinghe was really surprised, He Yi's hand was simply turning decay into magic.

The first time I saw such a thing as stuffed tofu, it seemed to be rare and strange.

Garlic white meat, cut the meat into thin slices, even if she doesn't like to eat fatty meat, but looking at it like this, she wants to eat it.

It's not fat, it's gourmet.

Stuffed tofu and buckle meat are steamed together, and the fried fish pieces are ready.

Next, there is the egg spread, and the noisy cabbage.

Spread the eggs, add a little chopped green onion, put them in the oil pan, and start frying.

As soon as the eggs are poured into the pan of hot oil, they are clumped on the sides.

The green onion was sprinkled evenly on the eggs, and when the eggs underneath were solidified, she turned the eggs over.

Before removing from the pan, sprinkle with some cumin powder.

It's her habit and it tastes pretty good.

Xu is that she likes the taste of cumin powder.

"What is this?" Han Qinghe smelled a strange, but fragrant smell.

She knew that He Yi had a lot of novelties, so she couldn't help but ask.

"Cumin powder, it's very fragrant, you smell it." He Yi gave her his small porcelain vase.

"Where did you get all this, it's too novel, isn't it?" The grandmother of the Han family was also stunned.

She does not reject the scent.

"Blind, don't worry, no problem, I've eaten and lived well." He Yi didn't know how to explain it, so he had to say so.

"It's not that I doubt you, I just want to learn how to cook for you." Han Qinghe said embarrassedly: "Can you give me some." ”

"Yes, when the time comes, I'll just get it for you." He Yi smiled and put the eggs on the plate.

The white porcelain plate, filled with golden eggs, looks delicious.

Cooking in the countryside has always been as good as being able to eat.

On the Han family's side, it is slightly better, but from cooking to plating, it is an extremely particular situation, and they rarely have it.

It should be said that no.

Because, they don't have such technology and thinking either.

Although He Yi was dressed simply, he inexplicably gave them a very delicate feeling.

The people of the Han family really admired her.