She became rich after being dressed as a group pet

Chapter 352 Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs
In Chinese medicine, radish is classified as a medicinal material.

It has the effects of reducing qi, nourishing the lungs, detoxifying and promoting body fluid, diuresis and laxative.

Jiang Zhimian only asked Wang San to buy white radishes, but she didn't say anything about the effects and where they were used.

Wang San was also sincere, so he nodded and went.

White radish is a cheap vegetable, sold in piles, like a small mountain, for only two yuan.

Wang San bought a bunch, went to the butcher's stall and bought two catties of pork ribs, and went back to Wuziju excitedly.

Stewed pork ribs with white radish, sprinkle some green onion on top of the cloud-like soup, if you add wolfberries, red, green and white intermingled, it will look even better.

As a result, when he went to the stove to blanch the ribs, Jiang Zhimian squeezed all the white radish juice.

The remaining radish meat is dry and flat, but it is edible, but it tastes like hay.

Jiang Zhimian saw him chewing those radish dregs, and suddenly remembered a dried fruit sold by a certain treasure in Hyundai, called dried sugar cane.

As the name suggests, it is the "preserved fruit" made after drying sugarcane.

Chewing that thing is no different from chewing wood.

Don't ask her why she knows.

In short, this description is correct.

"San'er, these radish dregs can't be eaten, feed them to Zhuifeng and the little ram." Jiang Zhimian said.

"But my pork ribs are already blanched, otherwise, I should go out to buy white radishes now, and I should hurry there." Wang San pondered.

Jiang Zhimian raised his head and looked at the shining sun, "It's probably too late, unless you bought radishes to eat at night."

"I made an agreement with the boss, there will be ribs for lunch." Wang San was quite regretful.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Zhimian said, "It's not necessary to drink pork rib soup, sweet and sour pork ribs are also fine. His wound has recovered well recently, so it doesn't matter if he eats something with a strong taste."

"What are sweet and sour pork ribs?" Wang San was very curious.

Yep, another modern dish.

Jiang Zhimian didn't bother to explain, "You take out the pork ribs after blanching, wash them in cold water, drain the water, and I'll do the rest."

"Okay!" Wang San nodded immediately.

It is such an honor to see Mr. Jiang cooking in his lifetime!
Wang San was pissed off, beating Jiang Zhimian in the kitchen.

After Jiang Zhimian waited for the ribs to cool down, he wrapped them in sweet potato starch and put them aside for later use.

Then, pour in an appropriate amount of oil, heat the oil until it is [-]% hot, put in the ribs that have just been coated with starch, fry until golden brown, and remove.

Next, is the stir-fry.

Heat a small amount of oil to [-]% heat, add a little brown sugar and stir-fry until it melts, then add water, salt, vinegar and other seasonings, add water starch to thicken, and boil the juice over high heat.

When the soup is thick, add the fried pork ribs and continue to stir-fry. When it is almost out of the pan, sprinkle with white sesame seeds.

One is to look good, but to add fragrance.

When it was out of the pot and placed on a plate, the aroma had already hooked Wang San'er's greedy worms.

"Head Jiang, what does this sweet and sour pork ribs taste like?" Wang San asked curiously.

Jiang Zhimian was straightforward, took a piece with chopsticks and handed it to him, "Try it and you'll know?"

Wang San was not polite, he quickly reached out to take it and put it in his mouth, he was so hot that he kept sucking in cold air.

But the eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

Oh my god, what kind of fairy dish is this? It's so delicious!
Unique taste, sweet but not greasy, bright amber, sweet and delicious.

After eating one piece, I want to eat a second piece.

But before it was served, he was too embarrassed to stretch his paws again, so he smiled excitedly, "Jiang, this is delicious, can you teach me, I can make it for the boss every day."

Jiang Zhimian smiled sweetly, and refused simply, "No."

It's not that she is reluctant to teach Wang San this dish.

It's because Wang San said that after learning it, he should cook it for Guo Xiaobao every day.

Yaoshou, how fat is Guo Xiaobao now?
If I continue to eat this amount of calories, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep on a wooden canopy bed in the future. I have to find a blacksmith in the town to make a solid iron box.

But, seeing Wang San's dejected expression, Jiang Zhimian said again.

"I'll teach you how to make vegetable salad another day, and you can cook more for your boss, he should lose weight."

Wang San didn't understand vegetable salad, so he humbly asked for advice.

Then I learned that all kinds of vegetable leaves were chopped and mixed together, or the raw kind, and the facial features were twisted together in an instant, like a monkey who was sour after eating lemon.

"Isn't that eating grass? Although the boss looks like a pig, he is still a human being. The grass is eaten by animals." Wang San said.

Jiang Zhimian almost laughed out loud.

But think about it again, this salad was also introduced from abroad. It was spread during the period of the Republic of China, and many rich people followed suit, just for the sake of fashion.

If you really want to say that you like it, you have to extend it for many, many years.

Not to mention that it is ancient times now.

"Eating vegetables is a good thing. It can lose weight. As long as you lose weight, you can marry a wife. Do you want your boss to marry a wife?" Jiang Zhimian changed his words.

"Thinking about it." Wang San nodded his head.

Speaking of marrying a daughter-in-law, he disliked Guo Xiaobao very much.

Because there are not so many beds to sleep in Wuziju, it has been raining recently, and the ground is damp, so it is impossible to make a bed at all.

So at night, Wang San could only share a bed with Guo Xiaobao.

It's a small thing to only occupy a small corner, and to wake up early and often find myself on the ground.

The most depressing thing is that Guo Xiaobao always has incongruous dreams at night, and he has to act according to the things in the dreams.

Just like last night, I hugged him and happily called my wife, almost strangling him to death.

It was time for the boss to find a wife, he couldn't bear such grievances.

"Then Mr. Jiang, remember to teach me earlier, I'll make it for the boss." Wang San begged.

Jiang Zhimian nodded, took a plate, divided the sweet and sour pork ribs he made just now into two parts, and took out a little bit of silver from his pocket and handed it to Wang San, "Here, your meat money, I'll take this back Already."

It's hard to cook a delicious meal, of course you have to think about those people at home.

"Boss Jiang, I don't want money." Wang San hurriedly said.

Jiang Zhimian pressed his hand with a serious expression, "Take it, it's fine if you don't need money for the white radish, but you still have to give the meat. I'm your boss, and I'm supposed to protect you and always take advantage of you. What is it?"

Holding the broken silver, Wang San was moved to tears.

He insisted on sending Jiang Zhimian to the door of Youranju, then turned and left wiping away his tears.

When I came back to prepare to eat, I found that Qilin and the others had already served the table, and the sweet and sour pork ribs in the middle was surprisingly left with only the soup on the bottom of the plate.

Woohoo, his ribs.

Wang San cried even louder.

(End of this chapter)