Some of the boys, walking slowly in their snow boots, moved slowly in the direction of the school, but when they reached the door, they stopped moving, their faces were full of smiles, and they swallowed each other's saliva.

"Didn't you say Sister Creek was sick? Why is it open again today?" A man whispered.

The other looked at him twice and said uncertainly, "Is it possible that you will be cured so soon?"

"I'll check it out at noon!" This time, the two spoke in unison. Even the nervousness of the upcoming test has eased a lot, and the pace has been much brisker.

In this heavy snowfall, there is probably nothing more satisfying than the delicious food that is about to reach the mouth.

In the restaurant, the proprietress finished nibbling on the last chicken bone, licked the remaining chili powder on her fingers, and squinted her eyes pleasantly.

The curtain of the back kitchen has been quiet and there has been no movement, only the sound of talking from inside can be vaguely heard. The proprietress tilted her ears and couldn't hear clearly, as if she was discussing what ingredients were made. She put down Erlang's legs, emptied the remaining chicken bones from the plate into the trash, and walked inside with the oil-stained dinner plate.

Yu Jian and Yu Jianguo's two round velvet heads got together, studying the lamb left over from the last stew of sheep's head and sheep's hooves in the freezer.

"Why don't you put it in the naan pit and roast it?" Yu Jianguo came up with an idea.

Yu Jian touched her chin, thinking of a delicacy she had eaten when she first came to Xinjiang Province, and clapped her hands: "Dad, do you know how to make pot meat?"

What?

Yu Jianguo straightened his waist and looked embarrassed. He laughed dryly, and then said, "Although your father is a cook, he is not good at learning......" If you want to talk about the food in the south, he can still say one or two, but this is almost to the local food in the frontier, not to mention that he has never eaten it, and some have never seen it.

It really stumped him.

The proprietress listened behind the curtain for a while, her mouth raised more and more. You don't have to look inside to know the creek, oh no, it should be called Yu Jian, she must know what the pot meat is about. Isn't this just a deliberate brick, trying to test whether her father's knowledge is rich or not. Look, there must be a follow-up -

Sure enough, when Yu Jian heard her father say this, she said with a slight disgust on her face, "Dad, I've never eaten pork and I've seen pigs run, right? I told you a long time ago, don't sleep when you're fine, study more! There are thousands of delicacies left by our ancestors, and we can learn everything as cooks, but at least we must be able to say a few words when we go out......

Yu Jianguo's face was blue and red for a while when she said it, and he found out that his daughter came back, but the momentum on her body changed. He tugged at his daughter's sleeve and said embarrassedly, "Why don't you save some face for your father?" Don't be the same as reprimanding your subordinates......

Yu Jian was stunned for a moment, and her face tightened. It seems like...... It's a bit of a self-indulgence...... Ha?

The proprietress couldn't hold back a smile, bowed in from the front, broke the rather embarrassing atmosphere, and pointed to the mutton and explained to Yu Jianguo: "The pot meat should be regarded as stewed mutton in your place, and we like to stew mutton pieces in the tea jar here, so it's called that."

Yu Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat that didn't exist at the corner of his forehead, and suddenly realized: "Hey! Who wouldn't know how to stew mutton!"

Yu Jian glanced over: "Let's compare the two of us?"

Yu Jianguo straightened his chest: "Who is afraid of whom!"

……

The proprietress doesn't know why the good father-daughter relationship has evolved into a war without gunpowder in the kitchen. She doesn't know Lao Yu's origin very well, but just looking at the craftsmanship of naan pit roast chicken, she doesn't think it is an ordinary person.

Back at the cash register, the proprietress grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the bucket and continued to Erlang's legs. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was almost time to eat in another hour, and she was also a little curious, what kind of taste feast could this father and daughter soldier bring!

Winter is the best time to tonic, as Yu Jianguo, who was born and raised in Rao Township, Rao Township's stewed mutton soup has been made I don't know how many times. There is a popular saying among them: winter sheep soup, one supplement is ten supplements. It is said that fish and sheep are fresh, and in the stewed mutton soup in Rao Township, an important ingredient should be put - good food

。 This is actually a kind of dried marine fish, and in a place like Xinjiang Province, you don't have to think about it.

But it doesn't matter, in the hands of the master, even if there is a shortage of ingredients, you can make delicious food. The lamb still has a thigh meat left, which is washed and cleaned with the skin and chopped into small pieces. Heat the mutton in a pot, fry some of the water in a dry pan first, then pour in cold water, ginger and green onions, and add cooking wine to remove the smell. Bring to a boil over high heat and cook for a few more minutes, until all the blood comes out before rinsing off. At this time, the mutton is cooked at the first high temperature, the meat is tightened, and the smell is gone.

"Ah Jian, do you have a medicine pack?" Yu Jianguo shouted, this kitchen is not big, but there are a lot of things. He couldn't figure out where the bottles and cans were, so he could only ask.

Yu Jian responded, pointed to a cabinet at the bottom and said, "It seems to be underneath, you can see for yourself." People here in Xinjiang Province eat a lot of spicy food, and the main seasonings are mainly spices with strong flavors, and those medicinal materials in the inland are quite rare.

Yu Jianguo groped for a long time, and finally turned out all the old cloth bags, there were not many things in them, and only a taste of sand ginseng could be used when he turned it over.

He smacked his mouth twice, okay, it's better than nothing.

Put cold water back in the pot, pour in the mutton, add ginger slices, and put a handful of sand cucumbers, cover the pot and wait for the heat to boil. Soon, there were billowing fireworks at the edge of the pot, and Yu Jianguo lifted the lid and spun it around with a colander in an instant. It is strange to say that this bubbling mutton soup is still as clear as water, and there are no impurities at all.

The next step is to simmer slowly, and when the heat arrives, the mutton becomes soft and glutinous, and the mutton soup is more rich.

Half an hour later, when it's time to season the mutton soup, sprinkle in a pinch of salt and stir and stir. Today's mutton soup has become milky white, the color is bright like milk, and the fragrance is fragrant with medicinal fragrance.

"Mutton nourishes, sand cucumber moistens the lungs, it's a pity, if you can add jade bamboo to moisten the dryness, it's like a god will come down to eat this bite......" Yu Jianguo took a small bite and sighed sincerely.

Yu Jian, who was beside him, glanced at him and pouted: "Bragging~"

Yu Jianguo's neck stalked, and his eyes widened: "What bragging! What do you know about a child! What kind of vat meat are you, okay?"

Yu Jian turned her gaze back to the steaming tea pot on the oven, her eyes softened, as if looking at her own child, she sneezed slightly, and her nose briefly cleared.

In just a few seconds, she seemed to smell an unusual aroma. His eyes involuntarily drifted to Yu Jianguo's hand, and the white milk slid down the teapot with the shaking of the soup spoon, and the pieces of meat fell, splashing some soup......