Don't look at the messy body, but it's so handsome that Ling Xiaorou couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister Hongxi, you are so handsome"

Mo Hongsu blushed, picked up the water on the table and poured it to hide the shyness in her eyes. Copy URL visit: 7777772e766f6474772e636f6d

Knowing that Mo Hongsu is not good at words, Ling Xiaorou just likes to see her blushing when she is teased, only then will Mo Hongsu look like a normal girl, not a general with a very murderous spirit.

The food on the table was already cold, but Mo Hongsu didn't dislike it, and there were times when it was harder than this in the past, which was already very good.

After eating, Mo Hongsu put the dishes and chopsticks into the tray, and Ling Xiaorou told her about cooking in person at noon

Although Mo Hongsu hasn't been back for a few months, she is still very familiar with this place, and she quickly came to the kitchen of the station with Ling Xiaorou, don't look at the house like a big shed built of wood, the things are quite complete, except for some dry goods and sauces sent by Ling Xiaorou, there are also many specialties from the town, the beef and mutton are extremely fresh, obviously just slaughtered.

Seeing Mo Hongsu bring Ling Xiaorou in, the men who had been waiting for a long time saluted the two of them first, and then smirked at Ling Xiaorou, they knew that Miss Biao was here yesterday, and promised to make food for everyone today, and only after looking forward to it all morning did they think that breakfast was early in the barracks, and Miss Biao was in a hurry, and she might not be able to get up in the morning, so she made her own food.

After that, I have been looking forward to lunch, and sure enough, Miss Cousin came, and they were all blessed.

After taking good care of Miss Table, she couldn't let Miss Cousin be tired, she couldn't let Miss Cousin touch it, and even if she was thirsty, she had to settle accounts with them, Mo Hongsu left with her machete in a dashing manner, although she was looking forward to Ling Xiaorou's lunch, but waiting here was tormenting, so she still went to play with the big knife and fight with people a few comfortably.

What's more, I just ate porridge and steamed buns, and I am afraid that I will not be able to eat at noon if I am inactive

Although it was said that Miss Table came to cook, the leaders of the gang also understood that Miss Table might make the meals of such people by herself Although most of the soldiers were stationed at the junction with Xiyi, there were also thousands of people left in the town, and if Miss Table was really asked to cook the meals of so many people, the prince would have to find various ways to punish them when he came back.

At most, Miss Biao moved her mouth, and they followed suit, just like the gang leaders who escorted King Xiyi back with the prince came back, but even if Miss Biao just moved her mouth, the dishes made under her guidance were delicious enough.

Ling Xiaorou walked around the greenhouse, very satisfied with the variety of ingredients, except that there were not many fresh vegetables, it was enough to make some delicious food.

Originally, Ling Xiaorou wanted to make something light because she couldn't eat hot in the summer, but when she thought about it, the soldiers had been practicing since they got up in the morning, and they were afraid that they wouldn't be hungry if they ate too lightly, and they couldn't keep up physically.

It just so happens that there is freshly killed beef, if you don't eat it on such a hot day, it will spoil at night, so you can simply make beef stew, stew fragrant beef, cut it into large slices, and put it in a noodle bowl to take a big sip.

It's still too late to see the time, because I got up early in the morning, don't look at the busy for so long, there are still more than two hours before lunch, how can the beef be stewed.

In order to taste the beef, it was cut into fist-sized pieces and thrown into the pot, and there was no condition to blanch or anything here, so the soldiers could only guard the pot next to them, and once there was blood foam, they took a spoon and skimmed it out.

In addition to the spices in the greenhouse, Ling Xiaorou went to find the spices she brought, many of them were common medicinal materials on weekdays, and there were all of them to replenish qi and blood.

However, the flavor of the soup pot with the herbs has become different, and it seems to be more fragrant.

Since she wants to eat a large piece of beef with noodles, she naturally has to have noodles, and she doesn't need Ling Xiaorou to worry about these, all she has to do is to remind the gang leaders to roll out more noodles today, and the gang leaders have already heard of Miss Biao's cooking skills, so they naturally know what to expect.

Ling Xiaorou took the pickles next to the knife, all chopped into pieces, full of several large pots, originally Ling Xiaorou was going to make meat and stir-fry pickles, but seeing that this workload is definitely not something she can complete, just put the pickles aside, wait for the beef in the pot to stew, and then use some beef broth to cook the pickles, which is enough to absorb the flavor, when eating, put a large piece of beef on the noodles, and then a spoonful of beef soup pickles chopped, don't mix too delicious.

Before Qingsheng and others taught everyone that the offal of cattle and sheep can also be eaten, they didn't waste it, they were all washed and stewed in two cauldrons, dozens of cauldrons were burned at the same time, and the scene was quite spectacular.

According to Mo Hongsu, in the army in front of the battle, the scene was even more spectacular than this, thinking about her small body, if she cooked so many people's meals, Ling Xiaorou thought that she was likely to be tired and lie down, even if she only moved her mouth, she was busy enough to talk about people, and it was okay not to run to the front of the battle in the future, otherwise those lovely soldiers stared at her with blank eyes, would she bear to be disappointed because they couldn't eat food

Before lunch was eaten, the head of the gang army ran to Ling Xiaorou and smiled honestly, "Miss Biao, you see that you have noodles at noon, what are we going to eat that night?"

The corners of Ling Xiaorou's mouth trembled, is this the rhythm of planning to give her three meals a day

But being laughed at by the leader of the gang army, Ling Xiaorou couldn't bear to say that you should look at it yourself, and sighed, "What do you want to eat?"

The military leader couldn't help but suck his saliva, "We listen to Miss Watch." ”

Ling Xiaorou couldn't cry or laugh, she really handed it over to her, and thought about it, "How about eating meatball soup at night?"

The military commander nodded hurriedly, he had heard of the deliciousness of meatball soup for a long time, and he had tried to make it himself, but unfortunately the meatballs made were always tasteless, not at all like the fragrance that was described by others, although the soldiers also ate it, but for him, the imperfect food was like a stain.

Now that Miss Biao has proposed to make meatballs, he has to follow and learn hard, otherwise he can't always tire Miss Cousin to cook for them

There was beef stewing in the pot over there, and the leaders were busy rolling noodles, and the army leaders brought a few soldiers to kill cattle and take meat according to Ling Xiaorou's request, because Ling Xiaorou said that he wanted to make meat into minced meat, and the army leader quickly asked people to bring a few large stone mortars, the size was like a water tank, and two people stood on the edge of the stone mortar when they put the meat inside, holding a big stone pestle in their hands, and pounding it vigorously.

To tell the truth, it was really the first time for Ling Xiaorou to see someone do this kind of minced meat, although she had heard that the minced meat made in this way was strong, and the meatballs pinched out also had bite the head, but she had only heard that the meatballs made in the palace were also chopped out by the little eunuch in the imperial dining room.

But thinking about the palace banquet at that time, there were only a few hundred people, and there were many people in the palace, and the meatballs didn't have to be made all at once, they were made slowly, and they would not be bad for a few days after they were frozen.

But not now, there are thousands of people eating, and the gang leader is not as many as in the palace, and the most important thing is that the meatballs will be eaten at night, and the meat filling can only be processed in this way.

Soon, the beef in the stone mortar was gradually broken, Ling Xiaorou took the opportunity to add minced ginger, minced green onions, and various seasonings to it, and each stone mortar beat dozens of eggs, added some starch, and then continued to beat.

When the beef in the pot is cooked, it is taken out and cooled and cut into large slices, and when the time comes, the noodles are boiled in a dozen cauldrons and the noodles are boiled, and the boiled noodles are thrown into the vat to cool, and then thrown into the beef broth that has been extinguished.

Someone has already brought buckets over to make rice, a bowl of beef noodle soup, put five large pieces of beef on it, and sprinkle a small spoonful of broth pickles on top, not to mention how fragrant, after knowing that it was the beef noodles made by Miss Biao, the soldiers all smirked at Ling Xiaorou, who was still busy in the greenhouse, which made Ling Xiaorou who came over laugh.

After dividing the beef noodles, the minced meat in the stone mortar is also well beaten, and it is put out and put in a large bucket to continue to beat the beef, and the beef eaten by thousands of people depends on these stone mortars, but it will take half a day.

Ling Xiaorou taught the military leader how to mix the beef balls, and taught him how to make the beef balls into balls, and how to count it as cooked after it is put into the pot, and the army leader took someone to cook the meatballs.

Ling Xiaorou wiped the sweat on her head, it was really not easy for ordinary people to bake a fire on the stove for a long time on this hot day, it was really not easy to see these gang leaders busy from morning to night to eat a delicious meal for the soldiers.

Mo Hongsu ate two large bowls of noodles, if she hadn't eaten too much porridge and steamed buns before, she felt that she could have two more bowls, regretting it

After eating noodles, I came to Ling Xiaorou, although Ling Xiaorou didn't say that cooking was hard, Mo Hongsu could also think that there were not many taels of meat that were already thin and weak, and they were really tired and distressed.

In the afternoon, she was fine, so she took Ling Xiaorou out to breathe, and by the way, she browsed the scenery of this border town.

When Ling Xiaorou was brought out by Mo Hongsilk, she still thought about this hot day, the soldiers were practicing under the sun, would they be sunburned, "Sister Hongsilk, you said that the soldiers were practicing against the sun, what should I do if I have heat stroke?"

Mo Hongsu sighed: "Then what can I do Drink more water, if you really have a heat stroke, you can rest for a while, and then practice after resting, you can't stop and not practice, and you will be stunned when you fight." ”

Ling Xiaorou opened her mouth slightly, thinking that what Mo Hongsu said also made sense, it was already calculated at this time, she got up early every day and practiced for one hour, practiced for two hours during the day, and then practiced for another hour in the evening when the sun was not so dry. If it is too hot during the day, take a rest, make up for the delay in the morning and evening, and ensure at least four hours of training every day.

Although tired is tired, if it weren't for the daily training of soldiers, the soldiers under King Ning Yuan would not be so sophisticated.

The soldier can't say anything about whether he works hard or not, like her wearing silk clothes and sweating with an umbrella on her head, do you need to ask if the soldier is hard or not

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