In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Song Hongguo has always been willing to put oil in her cooking, but in front of outsiders, she deliberately poured less oil in a low-key way, but even so, compared with the method of dipping oil in a veil to wipe the bottom of the pot, she is still extravagant. surprise.

Zhao Zhenhua regarded her as his own, so he didn't pretend to be polite at the moment, "Cousin, we are not outsiders, why do we put so much oil in a dish? Isn't this a waste, scoop out some..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a stabbing sound, the sound of the cabbage being put into the pot, the peppers and shallots were half charred in the oil, and the cabbage was quickly stir-fried a few times, and the aroma wafted more wantonly.

The corners of Zhao Zhenhua's mouth twitched in distress.

Song Hongguo quickly stir-fried, and said, "It's okay, my cousin can eat it with peace of mind, and I'm willing to put oil because I'm not an outsider. What's the waste of eating good food into my family's stomach?"

Hearing this, although Zhao Zhenhua was still a little bit reluctant, he also laughed, "Then this time, my cousin will be completely wiped out. There hasn't been any oil in my stomach for a long time, so I need to make up for this meal."

The hot and sour cabbage was put out of the pot, and she also thickened it with starch. The white and tender leaves looked brighter and more appetizing because of the moisture of oil and water.

Zhao Zhenhua held the plate and couldn't help inhaling again and again.

This is the dish for people to eat. The boiled cabbage that I usually eat at home, the leaves are always wrinkled, and I don’t have much appetite when I look at it. Even if the salty ones can be eaten as pickles, it still makes people feel bland. tasteless.

Sure enough, any dish must have oil to be delicious.

Song Hongguo then made another minced meat vermicelli, which was the only meat dish tonight, and the system reminded her rightly, no matter how much she had, she couldn't show it off, even if it was a close one.

She has soaked the vermicelli in hot water in advance to soften them. After fully absorbing the water, she marinated them in soy sauce and peanut oil for a while.

Pour oil in a hot pan, sauté the onion and ginger until fragrant, add minced meat and stir-fry continuously, pour in soy sauce, add a spoonful of bean paste, stir-fry the red oil, add the marinated vermicelli, and stir-fry for a while, Add some water, let it taste slowly, when it comes out of the pot, sprinkle some green onion for decoration.

After finishing this dish, Ling Yuan trotted in, his eyes were bright, and he shouted excitedly, "Mom, my aunt and uncle praised you for your ability, the vegetables are grown well, and the pigs are also fed well." , even fruit trees are good, they will definitely bear a lot of fruit..."

Zhao Baoqing and Zhao Yulian followed behind.

Song Hongguo knew that this little guy was deliberately dragging the two of them to the backyard to gain fame for herself. She took this kindness and patted his head lovingly before saying hello to the two of them, "Uncle, Auntie .”

Zhao Yulian said "Yes" expressionlessly.

Seeing this, Zhao Baoqing reminded her angrily and amusedly, "What's in your basket? Isn't it for Hongguo?"

Zhao Yulian's expression became stiff after being punctured, but she didn't speak any more. She opened the basket, and inside was dried sweet potatoes, the kind that can be eaten as snacks after steaming and drying.

Song Hongguo glanced at it, and there was quite a lot of it.

Zhao Yulian said firmly, "Give it to the two children as snacks."

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "Thank you, Second Aunt."

Zhao Yulian ignored her, and found someone by herself, took out the dried sweet potatoes, and then rolled up her sleeves, as if to help with the work.

Song Hongguo hurriedly said, "Second Aunt, go and sit in the room with Uncle, I only have one dish left."

Zhao Yulian was still a little hesitant, but Zhao Baoqing pretended to be disgusted and said, "Let Hongguo make it. I want to try Hongguo's craftsmanship. I don't care for the rice you cook."

Only then did Zhao Yulian follow him into the room.

Ling Zhi followed and set his chopsticks.

Song Hongguo said to Zhao Zhenhua, "Cousin, you should sit down and eat too."

Zhao Zhenhua said, "I'm not in a hurry, let's go together..."

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "Why are you being polite here? You're not going out to be a guest, so go eat first, it's not easy for uncle and second aunt to pour the bar by themselves? Just think of it as helping me."

Zhao Zhenhua's eyes lit up, "Is there still wine?"

Song Hongguo said, "There are two bottles, on the shelf in the back room."

Zhao Zhenhua rubbed his hands together and smiled, "Then I'm really rude..."

He called for Qiao Yonghui. At first Qiao Yonghui made an excuse that he was going to start a fire, but then Ling Yuan came over to urge him with a smile and took his place before he got up and went in.

The last dish is pickled fish. Song Hongguo hasn't cooked it since she came here. In her previous life, this was a dish she liked very much. In addition to the white and smooth fish fillets, she also likes to add pickled radish and rice noodles in it. , or side dishes such as bean sprouts and soybean oil skins, are soaked in hot and sour soup, which is especially appetizing.

Of course, this dish is also very oily, especially when the hot oil is poured at the end. If you want it to be delicious, that splash is essential, so as to stimulate the aroma of chili and the numbness of peppercorns, and it is also the finishing touch The pen, without it, the dish would have no soul.

"It's stabbed!" With a sound, Ling Yuan's eyes widened in shock.

so much oil...

However, it smells really good!

The pickled fish has a large portion, and Song Hongguo is served in an enamel basin. Below are various side dishes, and on top are thin fish fillets, which are white and tender, dotted with some green green onions and bright red peppers. It is amazing to look at Salivating.

She carefully carried it in and placed it in the middle of the table.

Six dishes and one soup, peanuts, salted duck eggs, tofu mixed with Chinese toon, hot and sour cabbage, minced meat vermicelli, and a cold wild vegetable, plus the last hard dish, it is very rich to treat guests to dinner.

Zhao Baoqing greeted her, "Come on, come on, sit down and eat quickly, I'll be waiting for you."

"Okay..." Song Hongguo took off her apron, sat at the bottom with the two children, glanced at the table, and said angrily, "Why didn't you move your chopsticks? Do you think my cooking is not delicious?"

Zhao Zhenhua smiled and said, "How can I? I've been hungry for a long time, but my father won't let me. If I knew it, I might as well help you work outside. It's too painful to see that I can't eat..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Baoqing kicked him unceremoniously, "Your cousin didn't come, how dare you eat?"

Zhao Zhenhua laughed happily, "My cousin is not an outsider."

Zhao Baoqing glared at him, "A family must have rules."

Song Hongguo said helplessly, "Uncle is really out of touch. I'm a junior. What kind of rules do you and Second Aunt talk about here? It's not like I don't know the rules in our village..."

According to the local rules, women are not allowed to sit at the table when there are guests at home, let alone wait to eat together. They usually wait for the men to drink and eat before eating the rest.

Zhao Baoqing waved his hand, "It's different, it's different..."

He didn't explain much about the difference.

But everyone present knew in their hearts that although Song Hongguo was a woman, she was also the head of the family, had a job, and was capable enough. She was someone who could sit down with men to discuss matters. Women are treated the same.