In Wang Chong's heart, Zhou Rong had completely come to an end, if it weren't for Li Suhua's body, Wang Chong would have slapped him earlier.

"It's not too early, I'm going to cook with Juan'er, Mom, I haven't seen you for so long, you talk to your eldest brother Zhou Rong and them."

Zheng Juan put Yueyue on the kang, she played with Guangming and Zhou Cong, Li Suhua did not refuse, she did have a belly of words to tell her children who had been reunited for a long time.

Zhou Rong's face was still pale, Feng Huacheng's face was full of embarrassment, he was at a loss, he didn't know what to do, Zhou Bingyi was held by Li Suhua and said what he missed.

When he arrived at the kitchen, Zheng Juan kneaded the dough, Wang Chong put the carp in the bucket on the board, picked up the kitchen knife, disemboweled the carp after the scales in three or two clicks, took the internal organs, cleaned it, changed it to a flower knife, and marinated it with onions, garlic and rice wine.

The fish scales on the board are not wasted, they are collected and can be made into fish scale jelly in the future, which the children must love to eat, and it is nutritious.

Next up is the lamb, which is the highlight of the day.

The food in Jichun is very different from Yanjing, but hot pot is very popular in all regions of Tiannan, Haibei and Beibei.

Mutton hot pot is even more popular in the north.

Jiang Liao's iron pot stew is somewhat similar to hot pot, and it just so happens that the family is from Jichun, so Feng Hua is a Yanjing person.

The taste can be adjusted a little.

There is no need to be heavy oil and spicy, what you eat is the umami of the ingredients themselves, and with a little leek sauce, only the ingredients are fresh enough, it is a rare delicacy.

Although it is not difficult to make, the preparation of ingredients is a time-consuming and laborious task.

Ten catties of mutton, there are about three or four catties of ribs, chopped into small pieces, first marinated and then fried, after the mutton and pork belly are slightly frozen, part of it is cut into small pieces, part of it is cut into thin slices, the vermicelli is soaked in advance, the cabbage and radish are washed, cut and put on the plate, and the stick noodles are made into steamed buns, and the couple cooperate tacitly in the kitchen.

On the side of the main house, Li Suhua was talking with his children.

"Mom, what do you think of Yanjing? Are you still used to living? Zhou Bingyi asked with a smile.

Li Suhua said: "This weather is warmer than Jichun, but it's okay, but this house is too big, such a house, just live in me, Congcong and Yueyue, such a big yard, and so many empty rooms, I always feel empty, as if something is missing." ”

Zhou Rong said: "It's less neighbors who come to chat with you!" ”

"In the past, when I was in the light word piece, your old sisters came to our house at two ends in three days, and made sauerkraut with you, made clothes and sewed quilts, and now this yard is much bigger than ours, but it is less fireworks and human touch."

Although Zhou Rong is selfish and high-minded, she still knows Li Suhua's mother very well.

Li Suhua sighed.

Zhou Bingyi saw that Li Suhua was not in a high mood, so he hurriedly changed the topic: "By the way, Mom, Bingkun has only been in Yanjing for a few days, and he must have spent a lot of money renting such a large courtyard!" ”

"I didn't ask how much, Bingkun said it was cheap." Li Suhua said with a smile: "This yard was found with the help of a friend of his in Yanjing, surnamed He, called He Damao, a high school teacher, and the landlord of this yard is a friend of Teacher He. ”

Zhou Bingyi nodded, a little surprised: "Bingkun still has friends in Yanjing?" ”

Li Suhua said: "What kind of pen pal is it, I used to like to read books written by Bingkun, but later I corresponded more times and became friends." ”

"Teacher He is very good, he is very enthusiastic about helping, and most of these furniture at home are purchased by Teacher He."

For He Damao, Li Suhua is grateful from the bottom of his heart, and he is also very happy that his son can make such a friend.

But speaking of this, Li Suhua's originally smiling face suddenly turned cold: "Bingkun, this kid, he doesn't know how to save some flowers if he has money in his pocket, he can buy whatever he likes, he knows how good it is to build a strong one, how good it is to fight by himself if he lacks something, and he doesn't have that skill, besides, this is a rented house, and we won't live in Yanjing in the future." ”

The family was chatting in the East House like this, most of them were Li Suhua and Zhou Bingyi talking, Zhou Rong was still holding her breath in her heart, not talking much, Feng Huacheng and Li Suhua met for the first time, except for greeting for a while at the beginning, there were not many words.

Wang Chong and Zheng Juan's movements were very fast, and everything was almost ready at about four o'clock.

A large cast-iron pot was brought into the back room, placed on the stove, surrounded by a circle of cornmeal stickers, covered with a wooden lid, and simmered on low heat for fifteen minutes without opening the valve under the stove.

Before the lid of the pot was lifted, the aroma oozing from the cracks had already made the four little ones hungry, and they stood on the edge of the table next to each other and swallowed their saliva.

The two little ones were too small to lie on the table with their hands like Zhou Cong and Feng Yue, but it didn't affect them to stare directly at the smoking iron pot in the middle of the table.

"It smells so good!" Zhou Cong closed his eyes and inhaled the aroma, and when he opened his eyes again, there was light in his eyes.

"Little glutton!" Zheng Juan scolded with a smile and greeted everyone: "It's time to eat!" As he spoke, he had already lifted the lid of the pot with a rag, and in an instant, the rich water vapor surged up, and the aroma was overflowing.

The broth in the pot is tumbling, the slices of meat are also tumbling, and the potstickers around the walls of the pot have taken on an attractive golden yellow.

Wang Zhong took the spatula and scooped a potsticker for Li Suhua, "Mom, you taste it first!" As he spoke, he scooped a spoonful of soup with meat into Li Suhua's bowl and poured it on the potsticker.

Then he scooped two potstickers and a bowl of broth, and handed them to Zheng Juan.

Before the crossing, Wang Chong saw other people's children of this age, it took half an hour to feed a meal, and it was good to get here, the three children were all foodies, and when they smelled the fragrance of the food, they didn't need to greet them at all, they just waited beside them.

Wang Zhong gave one to the two older ones, and Zheng Juan took the two smaller ones on the side to prepare to feed them.

Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong naturally don't have this treatment.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly, taste Bingkun's craftsmanship!" The old Zhou family is not so particular, they usually just eat, how can there be so many rules, but the first time Feng Huacheng ate at Lao Zhou's house, and it was also the first time he saw his mother-in-law, so he was inevitably a little restrained.

Zhou Bingyi also saw this, so he hurriedly greeted him.

"Delicious!" Everyone gave a thumbs up and praised.

Zhou Cong and Feng Yue were so busy eating that they didn't even have time to talk, and even Zhou Rong was surprised after tasting it.

"Bingkun, I didn't see it, you still have this skill!" Zhou Bingyi was also surprised, and at the same time very emotional.

Wang Chongdao: "Big brother, you haven't been at home for many years, and there are many things you don't know." ”

"Bingkun's craftsmanship is no worse than those chefs in restaurants outside!" Feng Huacheng also praised.

More than ten years ago, Feng Huacheng was also a famous poet with great spirits, otherwise, Zhou Rong, who was far away in Jichun, would not have been able to fall in love with him.

At that time, poets and literati were very popular, especially Feng Huacheng, who was famous and had works, publishing houses, magazines, that was rushing to make an appointment, the income was naturally not low, and the life was also nourishing.

As early as two years ago, Wang Chong's cooking skills were upgraded to lv3.

"It's all my own blind research, and it's not as good as the chefs outside."

After a few words, as soon as the chatterbox was opened, Feng Huacheng, who was still a little restrained, also let go.