Zhou Ming, who is the son's brother, has never been in the kitchen before, so he doesn't know anything about the work in the kitchen, even if he makes a simple rice porridge, he has always been worried about it in the process of making it, for fear that something will go wrong in a certain link, not only spoil a pot of rice porridge, but will also let his old mother continue to starve, and if there is only his old mother at home, everything is okay, after all, it is a family.

But the old mother still has a ring by her side, and she is famous all her life, if she can't even make a meal of rice porridge, won't she let this little girl see a joke?

So no matter what angle it is, Zhou Zhou Ming is very concerned about this rice porridge, and he decided to make a lot of effort to quietly make this meal into flowers, and then bring it out to amaze everyone.

Zhou Zhou Ming put firewood in the stove hall while being quite proud of his idea, but he thought about it, just cooking white rice porridge seems to be not nutritious enough, his wife is hungry with her chest and back, if you just eat a porridge, other ingredients are not put away, and there is no direct help for the recovery of the old lady's body.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhou Ming began to meditate, planning to add some ingredients to this pot of rice porridge, on the one hand, to increase nutrition, and on the other hand, to make the porridge taste more delicious.

He stood up and looked back and forth in the kitchen, and immediately found a tricky problem, the ingredients in the kitchen just now had been thrown away by him because they were spoiled and not fresh, and the kitchen was so clean that he couldn't find even a green onion.

"It's over, I cleaned up too much just now, and now I want to add some nutrients to the porridge, but I can't find the ingredients." Zhou Ming slapped his head and said with a depressed face.

At this moment, his eyes lit up, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind - preserved egg and lean porridge.

In his previous life, he didn't like to eat much, and what he hated the most was to drink porridge, the only thing he could accept was this kind of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, because it was so delicious, he could drink two large bowls every time.

After thinking of this good idea, Zhou Zhou Ming was overjoyed, and planned to take action immediately, so that his wife and Huan'er could taste their own craftsmanship.

It's just that when he was about to do it, he immediately looked embarrassed, after all, in his previous life, he had only eaten this kind of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, and he didn't know the specific method.

He frowned and walked around the kitchen.

Preserved egg lean porridge tastes fragrant and salty, and the material is full, there are too many ingredients in it, it is not clear what is put in it, the only thing that can be determined is that there is lean meat and preserved eggs, as long as these two ingredients can be found, it should not be a problem to make a simple bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge.

After figuring out the idea, Zhou Zhou Ming immediately took action, he turned the entire kitchen upside down, and finally did not find the preserved eggs, after all, such a thing as preserved eggs may not have been invented in this era.

But fortunately, he found a piece of fresh lean meat next to a huge water tank, and there was a vat of cold water next to this piece of lean meat, and the cold water played a role in cooling down, so after a night, the meat still remained fresh and did not have any peculiar smell.

"God finally treats me well, I can't find other ingredients, with this piece of lean meat, this bowl of porridge can finally make a little flower." Zhou Ming took this piece of lean meat and said to himself with infinite emotion.

After sighing, he first cleaned this piece of lean meat, then cut it into uniform pieces, salted it a little, put it in a wok, stir-fry it a few times over low heat, let the meat taste in, and when the lean meat is fried until it is medium-rare, quickly get out of the pot and put it in a small plate.

He took the plate, came to the big pot where the porridge was cooking, lifted the lid of the pot, and saw that the porridge inside was almost boiled, so he slowly poured the lean meat on the plate into the porridge, and stirred it while pouring it in, so that all the lean meat was evenly mixed into the porridge.

After all the lean meat was put into the pot, he put the plate on the side of the stove, he took the spoon and stirred for a while, then straightened up, looked at the pot of porridge, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork that he drank before didn't seem to be of this color, and the meat was also very rotten, but now the lean meat in the pot is still in small pieces, and it doesn't need to be eaten in your mouth, and it looks very hard at first glance.

Zhou Ming scratched his head, thinking that something was wrong, to say that there is no soy sauce in this era, and the color of this porridge is wrong, it is understandable, but these meats are not rotten at all, and they can't melt in their mouths at all, if their mother eats these meat into her stomach, she has to eat sick if she is not sick, after all, she is old and hungry for so long, she can't digest such a thing at all.

And Zhou Ming also found a serious problem, although the meat is still very hard, but the rice porridge in the pot is almost rotten, if you continue to cook at this high heat, the meat is not cooked, and the rice porridge in the pot will become a pot.

Faced with this dilemma, Zhou Ming was anxious, although he was a hero outside and was not afraid of heaven and earth, but when it came to cooking, he really planned to admit defeat.

"The meat is hard and can't be eaten, the fire continues to simmer, and the rice porridge can't stand it, what can I do." Zhou Ming held his chin and carefully thought about the solution to the current problem.

Looking at the fire in the stove, he suddenly had an idea: "Since the fire is not good, it is better to try a low fire, after all, slow cooking over a low heat sometimes tastes better than the dishes cooked out of the high fire." ”

After figuring out this truth, Zhou Zhou Ming smiled slightly: "I'm really a genius!" ”

He did not hesitate, he immediately took action, took out half of the firewood that was still burning in the stove, stepped on it with his feet, and then slowly cooked the porridge in the pot over low heat, in the middle he opened the lid of the pot, tasted the taste of the porridge inside, and found that it was a little light, so he put some salt in it, until the saltiness was just right, he was satisfied and put the lid back on.

He carefully controlled the heat and patiently cooked the pot of porridge, and after an eighth-hour had passed, a delicious aroma finally wafted out of the pot.

Zhou Zhou Ming couldn't wait to open the lid of the pot, and immediately smelled a mouth-watering fragrance, which made his mouth water.

He hurriedly tasted the taste of the porridge, and found that although there was a big gap with the preserved egg and lean porridge he had eaten before, the taste was also delicious, so he hurriedly filled two large bowls and hurriedly sent them to the study, for fear of starving his old mother.

Because it took a bit long to cook this pot of porridge, Zhou Ming thought that his old mother must be extremely anxious when she was waiting for dinner, and at the same time, her hunger would get stronger and stronger, maybe she was already hungry and faint.

But when he came to the door of the study and looked inside, there was a picture inside that he did not expect.

Mrs. Zhou and Huan'er sat next to each other, the two of them talked and laughed, like a pair of mothers and daughters, and what made Zhou Zhou Ming even more puzzled was that before he left, the old mother was so hungry that she didn't even have the strength to speak, but when she chatted with Huan'er at this moment, she was full of confidence, and she didn't look like a hungry person at all.

Huan'er's hearing is very sensitive, she heard a movement at the door, she looked outside, and found that it was Zhou Ming, she immediately walked out of it, while taking the bowl in Zhou Ming's hand, she smiled and said: "Young master, I didn't expect you to cook quite fast, I made a bet with the old lady just now, the old lady said that when it gets dark, you may not be able to eat your meal."

I said it couldn't be, the young master is so powerful, he must be cooking very fast, and his skills are not necessarily bad. ”

"Be careful." Zhou Zhou Ming handed a bowl to Huan'er, and he carried another bowl, walked into the house, and said with a smile, "Huan'er, no wonder my mother likes you so much, your mouth is really good, but your vision is also very good, the result of the matter is not as you expected, I made this pot of porridge, and it tastes quite good." ”

Zhou Zhou Ming put the bowl in his hand on the table next to Mrs. Zhou, and made a gesture of please: "Mother, after working hard as a son for a long time, I finally lived up to your expectations, this bowl of porridge is made by my son especially for you, please hurry up and taste it!" ”

Huan'er didn't expect that Zhou Zhou Ming would serve a bowl of porridge for herself, she thought that the two bowls of porridge brought by Zhou Zhou Ming, one bowl was reserved for him, and the other bowl was for the old lady.

The bowl of porridge she took was originally intended to be given to Mrs. Zhou, but when she saw Zhou Zhou Ming give her bowl of porridge to the old woman, she was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly handed the bowl in her hand to Zhou Yiming.

Zhou Zhou Ming stretched out his hand and pushed it away, and said with a smile: "This bowl is for you, you have been at our house for so long, serving your young lady and serving my mother, it is really hard, today's bowl of porridge, even if it is me, the young master of the Zhou family, thank you, don't give me face!" ”

Huan'er was stunned, and the outstretched hands stopped in the air, unable to take them back for a long time.

She didn't expect that she, who was a slave, would be so highly regarded by the master's family, and she was flattered for a while, and she was a little trembling when she spoke: "This ...... How does this work? You are a young master, how can I let you serve? ”

Although Mrs. Zhou had recognized Huan'er as her daughter just now, she knew in her heart that this was all a joke that the old lady was happy for a while, and if she was serious, she would really be a fool.

Mrs. Zhou didn't look at the bowl of porridge made by Zhou Ming for the first time, and when she heard Huan'er being so polite, the old lady's face immediately turned a little ugly, and she raised her face and said, "Huan'er, what's wrong with this?" You are now my daughter, and you are of the same status as him, and he is not nobler than you, but he was born two years before you.

Let him serve our mother and the two, it is his blessing, don't talk about those false courtesies, hurry up and eat something with my mother, let me be happy and happy. ”

Zhou Zhou Ming also smiled beside him: "The old lady is right, you are now the heart of her old man, I, who is a son, have already stepped aside, and it is a matter of course to make you a bowl of porridge to eat, after all, I still have to rely on your relationship to have a good relationship with the old lady, if I offend you miserably, maybe the old lady will not recognize me." ”