He pointed to the big basin at his feet.

"During that time by the pond, didn't Qing'er say she was going to make sausages?"

"I followed the method you said and soaked the large intestine in brine. Do you think it's OK?" he asked.

Following his guidance, Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell on the large basin at the feet of the two of them.

The brine in the big basin is what she uses to make dried tofu.

A large pot of brine will not go bad if left for several months.

She knelt down, picked up the chopsticks on the side, and stirred it up.

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Tangyaozi, your ability to learn and apply it now is really great!"

Luo Fengtang scratched his head and grinned.

She immediately put down her chopsticks and stood up.

"The large intestine is soaked like this and then turned into cured large intestine."

she said.

“Where is the small intestine?”

Luo Fengtang quickly walked to a corner and opened the bamboo sieve that was shining on the wooden basin.

"According to your instructions, the large and small intestines have been sorted out and opened separately!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the small intestine again.

Each root is milky white and translucent.

A faint aroma of wine wafts out, and the strange smell itself has basically disappeared.

She was extremely satisfied.

She only gave theoretical guidance to these eight sets of intestines.

It was all done with his hands, and it was so clean!

If it were herself, she probably wouldn't be able to clean it up so well!

"Are you exhausted today?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang shook his head.

My stomach made a sound at this time.

He blushed.

I want to cover it up, but I can't.

Yang Ruoqing heard everything.

Realizing something, she opened her eyes wide and asked him: "Don't tell me, you just had one meal this morning?"

He smiled and said, "It's okay. Let's go get a cake later..."

"My stomach hurts after eating cold cakes!" she said.

"Didn't I leave a bowl of dry pot sausage for you earlier? Why didn't you eat it?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "I had something going on at that time, so I didn't take care of it..."

At that moment, the evening banquet was about to begin.

Qing'er was busy delivering food to the front yard.

On his side, he was busy soaking the cleaned large intestines in the brine.

After soaking, he went back home to look after his drunken uncle.

I came back again and was busy checking how the large intestine was soaking. After going back and forth, I actually forgot about the dish in the pot...

Seeing his confused look, Yang Ruoqing guessed that he must have been so busy that he forgot.

"You, you, you are so busy that you risk your life. This is a waste of your body!" she said.

While picking up the apron.

"You sit down with the guy at the door of the kitchen, and I'll make you something to eat, otherwise you'll have a hard night!"

Luo Fengtang couldn't defeat Yang Ruoqing in the end.

"The simpler, the better," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Start looking for ingredients.

What can I get him to eat?

You can’t just eat grated pork intestines, right?

I caught a glimpse of the bowl of overnight leftovers in the cupboard.

Her eyes lit up, "Yes!"

"Tangyaozi, please light the fire in the small stove outside." She ordered, turned around and left the stove.

When she came back, she had an extra egg and two chives in her hand.

Luo Fengtang sat at the stove, the fire had been lit.

Yang Ruoqing shook the egg in her hand at him and said with a smile: "I'll make you a gold medal egg fried rice!"

After that, she took out an empty bowl and cracked the eggs into it.

Wash the chives and cut them into a foam, put them into the egg liquid, add some salt, add some water, and use chopsticks to quickly beat evenly.

By this time, the pot was already hot.

Apply a layer of rapeseed oil to the bottom of the pot. After the oil heats up, pour the chopped green onion and egg liquid in the bowl.

Luo Fengtang stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove and stood up.

Watching her play with interest.

In the past, he always felt that cooking was an extremely boring task.

There is oil smoke everywhere.

If it weren't for the purpose of filling his stomach, he wouldn't even want to enter the kitchen.

But,

Don't know why.

Ever since I got closer to Qing'er.

He fell in love with the kitchen.

I like to watch her cooking.

No matter what kind of dishes you cook, they are all so beautiful and interesting!

At this time, his eyes wandered back and forth between her serious face and her busy little hands.

I saw that after she poured the green onion and egg liquid into the pot, she didn't pick the sides like she did when frying eggs before.

Instead, use the back of the spatula to push the egg liquid back and forth.

Her movements were so fast that he was dazzled.

The originally golden and viscous egg liquid magically turned into pieces of egg flakes under such a rapid push.

Flying in the pot.

Not half of it sticks to the pan.

She freed up her other hand and picked up the bowl of overnight cold rice on the stove.

Pour into the egg wadding.

Put a little salt at the bottom of the bowl, add an appropriate amount of hot water, and sprinkle it into the pot.

"Squeak..."

With a slight crunching sound, she took the spatula in her hand and stir-fried again.

The heat and aroma are constantly wafting out of the pot.

It penetrated his nose and whetted his appetite.

My body, which had been hungry for most of the day, couldn't help but swallow a loud mouthful of saliva.

Wait until he comes to his senses.

A bowl of crispy egg fried rice was already placed in front of him.

"Sir, your golden egg fried rice is ready, please enjoy it slowly!"
To be continued...