The refined lard was put into a large bowl and waited to solidify, and the grains cooked in the wheat kernels were cooked, giving off a burst of wheat fragrance.

The cauldron of stewed meat was still tumbling, and the seasonings he bought back, no matter what it was, Xia Yuan instructed his little daughter-in-law to put some in it.

The effect is good, at least there is a smell of meat mixed with the aroma of spices wafting out of the pot.

The two of them stood by the stove, sweating on their hot foreheads but refusing to leave, Zhao Yuerong's little face was fluttered by the hot red, twitching her little nose almost greedily, and after swallowing a few more saliva, she said softly: "Husband, it's so fragrant." ”

"Incense is for sure, put so many ingredients."

Xia Yuan is also swallowing his saliva and making braised pork, but the unique taste of braised pork is not obvious, it may be that the soy sauce is too little, or it may be that the soy sauce in the Ming Dynasty is different from that of later generations, and it smells more like braised meat cooked at home during the New Year.

Whatever it is, he's going to eat it anyway.

He was fed up with the lack of supplies for the ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty, and drank gruel with wild vegetables every day.

Although this is already a good life in the eyes of the little daughter-in-law, if Xia Yuan is not from the next generation, he is not a native of the Ming Dynasty, maybe he will also think that this day is very good.

But he came from the afterlife.

As a modern person, everything else can be endured, but only in terms of eating, Xia Yuan really can't bear it, people live in the world, nothing more than eating and drinking.

He enjoyed the countless delicacies of the later generations, although there was technology and ruthlessness in it, it was fragrant.

And the food of this era has almost no taste, it is quite bland, and the taste is not very good.

The pork in the pot has been simmering for almost an hour, and the stove room is filled with the mouth-watering aroma of meat.

The little girl's nose twitched more and more, looking at the steaming cauldron, and then at Xia Yuan, her little face was flushed, her eyes were shining, she had never smelled such a fragrant stew.

She decided to secretly deepen her worship of Xia Yuan, she used to think that her husband was very powerful, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful.

I've never been in the kitchen or cooked, but I can master the craft of stew.

After a while, the little girl got up and lifted the lid of the pot, and a large stream of heat came to her face, she turned her head to dodge, and when the heat dissipated, she put her feet and looked in, twitched her little nose a few times, and turned back and said, "Husband, I think it's ripe." ”

"I'll see."

Xia Yuan got up and walked over, the soup in the pot was stewed into a thick juice, and the pork cut into mahjong pieces was also stewed soft, he picked up the chopsticks on the side and poked it, and then clamped it, and it went in as soon as he poked, and it broke when he clamped, and it was done.

"Alright, go get the salt, now put salt in the pot."

"Oh."

Zhao Yuerong sighed, and took out salt from the small pocket on the board, a crystalline granular object that was slightly yellowed and clumped.

"Husband, how much salt do you want to put in it?"

"Such a big pot of meat, put more."

The little girl pinched a small piece with her hand and threw it in, "Is it enough?" ”

"Not enough."

Another fingernail-sized piece of salt was thrown in, "Is it enough?" ”

"Put it again."

"Is that enough?"

“......”

"Come, give me the salt, and I'll put it myself."

Back to the fingernail-sized salt, Xia Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he stretched out his hand and was ready to get the salt and come by himself.

As a result, there was a snap, and soon, Zhao Yuerong closed the hand holding the salt at once, and then withdrew his arm back with a whoosh, and then looked at him with a vigilant face.

Xia Yuan couldn't cry or laugh, "I'll just put some salt and don't count cooking." ”

"Count."

"Okay, okay, then you can put it, put more, don't pick and search."

This time, Zhao Yuerong finally relented, broke off a piece of salt about the size of a finger and threw it in, watching the salt melt with the soup in the pot, she was distressed.

"Put some more, and put so much more just now."

"Huh?"

Hearing that she was going to release it again, the little daughter-in-law was stunned, and couldn't help but say to Xia Yuan with a small face: "Husband, salt is very expensive." ”

So much salt has been put in this, and even the salt that will be used for three or five days has been put in, which has already made her feel distressed, and she has to put it again.

"It's okay, we'll buy it again when the salt is gone."

"But ....."

"No, but, let it go."

After that, Xia Yuan asked additionally, "Do you listen to your husband?" ”

“... Listen. ”

"Then put it again."

"Oh."

Zhao Yuerong frowned, sighed reluctantly, and then showed an extremely distressed expression, broke off the salt and threw it into the pot.

Seeing that Xia Yuan wanted to laugh and felt angry, damn it, he said why did he always feel tasteless when eating, it turned out that this little Lori was reluctant to put salt when cooking.

The people take food as the sky, food as the taste, and salt as the first.

Salt produces five flavors, and in the case of so many condiments in later generations, salt is an indispensable thing, let alone in this era.

As a result, this little girl was reluctant to let go of cooking.

When the sky was slightly dark, the two finally had dinner, it was already very late to eat dinner at this time, and the ordinary people of the Ming Dynasty had two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

When they first crossed over, Xia Yuan and Zhao Yuerong also had two meals a day, and later changed to three meals a day at Xia Yuan's insistence.

After all, the little girl must eat more when she grows her body.

When the braised pork came out of the pot, he first scooped out a big bowl and sent it to Xia Ru's family, and Xia Yuan turned back again.

On the table, a bowl of plausible braised pork, a bowl of cold lard residue, and two bowls of grain food are tonight's dinner.

After boiling for too long, there is almost no water and it becomes a paste, which looks like a very thick rice porridge at first glance.

"Come, eat more, see how thin you are."

Another piece of braised pork was sandwiched into the bowl, and through the steaming heat on the meal, Zhao Yuerong watched Xia Yuan's behavior of constantly picking up vegetables for himself, and his eyes were a little lost for a while.

She remembered what the sister said before she got married, in order to persuade herself to marry for her, "Don't you want to get married, maybe you can live a good life in the past." ”

It sounded nice, but she knew it was just comfort, but now, she really had a good life.

It's just a little bit bad.

The husband always refuses to have sex with him.

Thinking of this, she became a little distressed.