Something is wrong

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Something is wrong

The rendered lard was scooped out by the spoonful and put into a large bowl to wait for solidification. The cereals cooked with wheat kernels were also cooked, giving off the aroma of wheat.

The big pot of stewed meat was still churning, and Xia Yuan directed his daughter-in-law to put some of the spices he bought back into it.

The effect is good, at least there is a smell of meat mixed with the aroma of seasonings coming out of the pot.

The two of them were standing by the stove, sweating on their hot foreheads but refusing to leave. Zhao Yuerong's little face was flushed with heat, and she twitched her little nose almost greedily. After swallowing a few more times, she spoke softly.

Said: "Husband, it smells so good."

"It definitely smells good, it contains so many ingredients."

Xia Yuan was also swallowing his saliva. He was cooking braised pork, but the unique flavor of braised pork was not obvious. It might be that too little soy sauce was put in, or it might be that the soy sauce of the Ming Dynasty was different from that of later generations. Instead, it smelled more like

It’s braised pork cooked at home during the Chinese New Year.

No matter what it is, he wants to eat it anyway.

He had had enough of the lack of supplies for ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty, and they had to eat porridge with wild vegetables every day.

Although this is already the best life in the eyes of my young daughter-in-law, if Xia Yuan did not come from a later generation and was not a native of the Ming Dynasty, he might also think that this life is quite good.

But he happened to come from a later generation.

As a modern person, he can tolerate everything else, but eating is the only aspect that Xia Yuan can't tolerate. There are only two words in life: eating and drinking.

He has enjoyed countless delicacies from later generations. Although they contain technology and hard work, they are delicious.

The food of this era has almost no flavor, is quite bland, and the texture is not very good.

The pork in the pot has been simmering for nearly an hour, and the stove is filled with the mouth-watering aroma of meat.

The little girl's nose twitched more and more. She looked at the steaming cauldron and then at Xia Yuan. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright. She had never smelled such fragrant stew.

She decided to secretly deepen her admiration for Xia Yuan. She used to think that her husband was very powerful, but she didn't expect him to be so powerful.

Although I have never been in the kitchen or cooked, I can master the art of stewing meat.

After a while, the little girl stood up and opened the lid of the pot. A large gust of hot air hit her face. She turned her head to avoid it. After the heat dissipated, she stepped on her feet and looked inside, twitching her little nose a few times.

, turned around and said: "Husband, I feel familiar."

"Let me see."

Xia Yuan stood up and walked over. The soup in the pot was stewed into a thick juice, and the pork cut into mahjong pieces was also stewed soft. He picked up the chopsticks on the side and poked them, then pinched them.

Just poke it in, pinch it off, and you're done.

"Okay, go get the salt and put salt in the pot now."

"oh."

Zhao Yuerong groaned and took out the salt from the small pocket on the chopping board. It was a crystalline granular object that was slightly yellow and caked with lumps.

"Husband, how much salt should I add?"

"It's such a big pot of meat, put more in it."

The little girl pinched a small piece with her hands and threw it in, "Is it enough?"

"not enough."

Another piece of salt the size of a fingernail was thrown in, "Is it enough?"

"Put it away again."

"Is this enough?"

"."

"Here, give me the salt and I'll put it in myself."

Every time there was salt the size of a fingernail, Xia Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he reached out and prepared to get the salt and do it himself.

The result was a snap. Very quickly, Zhao Yuerong immediately closed the hand holding the salt, then swished his arm back, and then looked at him with a wary face.

Xia Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I just put some salt and it doesn't count as cooking."

"Calculate."

"Okay, okay, then you can put it in, put more of it, and don't pick at it."

This time, Zhao Yuerong finally made up his mind, broke off a piece of salt about the size of a fingertip, and threw it in. She felt heartbroken when she saw the salt melting with the soup in the pot.

"Put some more, just as much as before."

"ah?"

Hearing that he was going to let it go again, the little daughter-in-law was stunned and couldn't help but said to Xia Yuan with a solemn face: "Husband, salt is very expensive."

So much salt has already been put in it, even the salt that will be used for three to five days has been put in. This has already made her, who has always been frugal, very distressed, and finally she has to put in more salt.

"It's okay, we'll buy more if the salt is gone."

"But."

"No but, let go quickly."

After saying that, Xia Yuan asked supplementaryly: "Do you listen to your husband?"

".listen."

"Then let it go."

"oh."

Zhao Yuerong frowned and said reluctantly, then broke off the salt and threw it into the pot with a very distressed expression.

Seeing this made Xia Yuan want to laugh and feel irritated at the same time. Damn it, he said why the food always felt tasteless. It turned out that this little loli couldn't bear to add salt when cooking.

People regard food as their first priority, food as taste, and taste as salt.

Salt brings out the five flavors. When there are so many condiments in later generations, salt is an indispensable thing, let alone this era.

As a result, this little girl couldn't bear to cook.

When the sky got slightly dark, the two of them finally had dinner. It was already very late to have dinner at this time. Ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty had two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

When they first crossed over, Xia Yuan and Zhao Yuerong also had two meals a day, but later changed to three meals a day at Xia Yuan's insistence.

After all, the little girl must eat more when she is growing.

After the braised pork came out of the pot, he scooped out a large bowl and sent it to Xia Ru and his family. Then Xia Yuan returned.

A bowl of specious braised pork, a bowl of cold lard residue, and two bowls of grains are tonight's dinner on the table.

The grain food has been cooked for too long, almost no moisture, and turned into a paste. At first glance, it looks like a very thick rice porridge.

"Come on, eat more and see if you lose weight."

Another piece of braised pork was put into the bowl. Through the steaming heat from the food, Zhao Yuerong looked at Xia Yuan who kept putting vegetables for him, and his eyes were a little distracted for a moment.

She recalled what her sister said before she got married to persuade her to get married for her, "If you don't want to get married, maybe you can live a good life if you get married."

The words sounded nice, but she knew they were just for comfort, but now, she was really living a good life.

There's just something wrong with it.

My husband always refuses to have sex with me.

Thinking of this, she became a little troubled.
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