The world of film and television started from optical film

Chapter 41 Family Dinner
In Wang Zhong's heart, Zhou Rong had already come to an end. If he hadn't been concerned about Li Suhua's body, Wang Zhong would have slapped him.

"It's getting late, Juan'er and I are going to cook, Mom, we haven't seen each other for so long, you have a good talk with big brother Zhou Rong and the others."

Zheng Juan put Yueyue on the kang, she played with Guangming and Zhou Cong, Li Suhua did not refuse, she did have a lot to say to her sons and daughters who had been reunited for a long time.

Zhou Rong's complexion was still livid, 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's hand, and said missing words.

In the kitchen, Zheng Juan kneaded the dough, Wang Zhong put the carp in the bucket on the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife, and cut open the scaled carp in two or three strokes, took out the internal organs, cleaned them , Change to a flower knife, marinate with onion, garlic and rice wine.

The fish scales on the chopping board are not wasted. They can be collected and made into fish scale jelly in the future. Children will definitely love to eat them, and they are also nutritious.

Next is mutton, which is the highlight of today.

Jichun's diet is very different from Yanjing's, but hot pot is very popular in all regions of the world.

Mutton hot pot is more popular in the north.

Jiangliao's iron pan stew is somewhat similar to hot pot. It happens that the whole family is from Jichun, so Feng Huacheng is from Yanjing.

The taste can be adjusted a little bit.

There is no need for heavy oil and spicy food, what you eat is the umami of the ingredients themselves, and with a little chive sauce, as long as the ingredients are fresh enough, it is a rare delicacy.

Although it is not difficult to make, the preparation of ingredients is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Ten catties of mutton, 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, partly cut into small pieces, partly sliced, vermicelli soaked in advance, cabbage Wash the radishes, cut them up and put them on a plate, and make buns from the stick noodles. The couple cooperated tacitly in the kitchen.

In the main room, Li Suhua was talking with his children.

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

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

Zhou Rong said: "It's because there are fewer neighbors who come to chat with you!"

"When I was in the optical film, your old sisters would come to our house every three days to make sauerkraut, make clothes and quilts with you. But it lacks a bit of fireworks and human touch.”

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

Li Suhua sighed.

Seeing that Li Suhua was not in a good mood, Zhou Bingyi quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Mom, Bingkun has only been in Yanjing for a few days, and he must have spent a lot of money to rent such a big yard!"

"I didn't ask the exact amount, but Bingkun said it's still cheap." Li Suhua said with a smile, "This yard was found with the help of his friend from Yanjing. His surname is He, and his name is He Damao. He is a high school teacher. The landlord of this yard He is a friend of Mr. He, and for Mr. He's face, he was given a discount."

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

Li Suhua said: "What kind of pen pal? I used to like to read books written by Bingkun. Later, I corresponded more times and became friends."

"Mr. He is a very nice person, and he is very enthusiastic to help. Most of the furniture in the house was bought by Mr. He."

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

But speaking of this, Li Suhua's originally smiling face suddenly turned cold: "Bingkun, this kid, even if he has money in his pocket, he doesn't know how to save some money. He just buys what he likes, and he knows how to make it all the time. It’s not like he doesn’t have that skill. Besides, this is a rented house, and we won’t live in Yanjing permanently in the future.”

The whole family just chatted in the east room, mostly Li Suhua and Zhou Bingyi were talking, Zhou Rong was still holding her breath and didn't talk much, Feng Huacheng and Li Suhua met for the first time, except for a while at the beginning, they didn't talk much. Not many.

Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan acted very quickly, and almost got everything ready around four o'clock.

The specially bought large cast iron pot was brought into the back room, placed on the stove, with pot stickers made of cornmeal pasted around it, covered with a wooden lid, and the valve under the stove did not need to be opened, just simmered on low heat for 15 minutes .

Before the lid of the pot was lifted, the aroma oozing from the gap had already made the four little guys so hungry that they stood next to each other on the edge of the table and swallowed.

The two little ones are too small to lie on the table like Zhou Cong and Feng Yue, but that didn't stop them from staring at the smoking iron pan in the middle of the table.

"It's so fragrant!" Zhou Cong inhaled the fragrance with his eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes again, there was light in his eyes.

"Little greedy cat!" Zheng Juan cursed with a smile, and greeted everyone: "It's time to eat!" While speaking, she had already lifted the lid of the pot with a rag, and in an instant, rich water vapor swarmed up, and the aroma was overflowing.

The broth in the pot is tumbling, and the meat slices are also rolling up and down. The pot stickers around the pot wall have shown an attractive golden yellow.

Holding a spatula, Wang Zhong scooped a potsticker for Li Suhua, "Mom, try it first!" As he said that, he poured a spoonful of soup with meat into Li Suhua's bowl and poured it on the potsticker.

Then he scooped up two more potstickers and a bowl of broth, and handed them to Zheng Juan. At this moment, the two little ones beside Zheng Juan were staring eagerly, waiting to be fed.

Before crossing over, Wang Zhong saw children of his age in other people’s homes, and it took half an hour to feed them. It’s good to come to his place. The three children are all foodies. Once they smell the aroma of food, they don’t need to say hello at all. , I just waited beside him.

Wang Zhong gave one to the two older ones, and Zheng Juan brought the two younger ones to feed them.

Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong naturally didn't have this kind of treatment.

"Eat, eat, try Bingkun's craftsmanship!" The old Zhou's family is not that particular, it's just a meal, there are so many rules, but Feng Huacheng's first time eating at the old Zhou's house is also the first time Seeing the mother-in-law, it is inevitable that I will be a little cautious.

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 and feasting that they didn't even have time to talk. Even Zhou Rong looked surprised after tasting it.

"Bingkun, I didn't realize that you still have this skill!" Zhou Bingyi was also surprised, but also very emotional.

Wang Zhongdao: "Brother has not been at home for many years, there are many things that I don't know."

"Bingkun's skill 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 high spirits, otherwise, Zhou Rong, who is far away in Jichun, would not be 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 and magazines were scrambling to get drafts. Naturally, the income was not low, and life was good, he said. Yes, the gold content is naturally not low.

As early as two years ago, Wang Zhong's cooking skills had been promoted to lv3.

"It's all researched blindly by myself, and it can't compare to the chefs outside."

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

(End of this chapter)