"This son is too worried, I just think that the soldiers must be very hard outside, if there is no them, where would we have such a stable life, so we must learn to be grateful." Suman explained.

"Oh, thanksgiving?" The cold night was an accident.

He has fought on the battlefield since he was a child, set up countless military industries, and has seen too many soldiers die tragically, but no one has ever told him to be grateful.

It seems that in the eyes of those people, it is the duty of soldiers to protect their families and defend the country, and their blood and sacrifice is their duty.

Death, as it should be.

And she is the only one who thinks of the soldiers and wants to be grateful for what she has done for them.

Such a Su Man surprised the night and the sky, but he was impressed.

"Since what you said is so good, let's quickly write down the recipe." Feng Tianche took the opportunity to speak.

"It's useless to write it down, the heat is the most important, I'll teach you how to do it." Suman got up and was about to leave.

"What, dead girl, you let Young Master Ben go into the kitchen with you, is there any mistake, Young Master Ben is very noble, and the gentleman understands the kitchen from afar." Feng Tian Che angrily glared at him.

"Vulgar, if you're about to starve to death, do you care about these false courtesies?" Su Man pulled up Feng Tianche and walked to the kitchen: "I don't like to owe favors, hurry up and learn to leave quickly." ”

"Hey, help, help me." Feng Tianche shouted, wanting to shake off Su Man's hand, but found that this girl was so strong that she couldn't shake it off at all.

Ye Tianhan looked at Su Man holding Feng Tianche's hand, his black pupils were as dark as midnight, and the breath around him was a little colder: "I'll come." ”

Su Man froze, Feng Tianche saw the opportunity, and hurriedly pulled his sleeve back: "Hanlai, he is stronger than me." ”

Without further ado, Suman turned and went to the kitchen.

Yang Cuiliu hurriedly brushed the pot, and then added fire.

"To make this sauce, you must first cut the pork, green onion and ginger, and the seasoning is thirteen spices, cumin powder, salt and pepper powder, if you like spicy food, you can put some chili peppers.

Now we quarrel with the sauce, first heat the pot with fire, then add the fat meat and fry the lard, then stir-fry the green onion and ginger until fragrant, and finally add the minced pork and stir-fry for a while.

When the minced meat is almost fried, you can put in the miso that I use the simplest miso made by ordinary farmers.

Don't fry the sauce for too long, it will be bitter and unpalatable if you put it in for too long, just mix the meat and sauce evenly, and then you can get out of the pot. Su Man said seriously.

Ye Tianhan next to him looked at Su Man's slender little figure standing straight, stir-frying skillfully, frowning slightly.

At such a young age, it should have been the age when her father loved her mother and played carefree, but she had already supported the whole family and was on her own.

This, how much suffering should have been suffered.

Su Man saw that the night was cold and he didn't speak for a long time, and was just about to turn around and ask him if he understood, when he crashed into a pair of deep eyes.

Those deep eyes were like the sea, and they seemed to be a deep spring, and he couldn't see any waves and emotions, but Su Man saw a trace of distress in his eyes for some reason.

"The girl is in a mess." Yang Cuiliu reminded loudly.

Su Man immediately came to his senses, poured water into the pot, and brushed the pot.

"Childe is basically fried like this, have you learned?" Su Man asked awkwardly.

She must have hallucinated just now, this guy looked like a cold and bloodthirsty domineering president, and the Su family didn't say a word the whole time, how could he feel sorry for himself.

"I've seen the process, but you have to practice, I'll fry it for you to see." The night is cold.