Song Hongguo didn't know that she already had such a high evaluation and status in the eyes of Wang Erni's system. When she got home, she was busy cooking, thinking about resting tomorrow, and planning to cook something delicious in the evening.
When the system saw this, it thought it had not uploaded a food video for a long time, so it quickly started shooting.
The grilled fish made by Song Hongguo is somewhat similar to the hot pot method. It is grilled first and then stewed. The fish is the protagonist. The side dishes can be added according to the taste you like. It can be rich or only two or three.
She has prepared a lot. There are several kinds of lettuces in the vegetable garden that can be picked and eaten. In addition, there are also soaked fried bean skins and mushrooms, vermicelli and bean sprouts, which can be placed under the fish as a base for slow cooking. Over time, the aroma of the pot bottom ingredients and the deliciousness of the fish gradually blended in, and the taste was even as good as that of fish.
He caught a grass carp from the pond and cooked it as grilled fish. Qingjiang carp was better than grass carp, but there was none at the moment, so he had to deal with it this way. Song Hongguo cleaned it, cut it with a knife, rubbed it carefully with wine and pepper, and waited. After marinating for about 20 minutes, fry the fish in oil until the surface of the fish is slightly yellow and the skin is slightly charred, then serve it out.
The next step is to stir-fry the base ingredients. In addition to the commonly used scallions and ginger, Song Hongguo also added half a pack of hot pot base ingredients, stir-fried until fragrant, added water, and when the reddish-brown soup began to boil, the aroma immediately came on.
Ling Yuan was so hooked that he kept sniffing and no longer wanted to play with dumplings.
Ling Zhi also thought it tasted delicious, but what he cared about more was, "I shouldn't have added so much oil just now. There was a layer of oil floating on top of this soup..."
"Ahem, this dish needs to be oily to be delicious."
Ling Zhi glanced at her, and all the vegetable oils were delicious.
Song Hongguo pretended not to understand the look in his eyes and decisively changed the subject, "Has anyone come to me to buy medicine today?"
Ling Zhi said, "Yes, he said he had a stomachache, but I didn't give him any medicine. I asked him to wait until you come back from get off work. If he can't wait, it would be more reassuring to go to the hospital."
Song Hongguo praised, "You did the right thing. There are many causes of stomachache that can cause the symptoms. Taking painkillers will cover up the condition, which is the worst thing. You are right to suggest that he go to the hospital. Some diseases cannot be fought hard." , it will delay the opportunity for treatment, and a minor illness will become a serious illness, and the consequences will be serious."
Ling Zhi said "Yeah".
Since she started to treat people in the village, people often come to her home in the morning and evening. But many times, they will come when she is at work, thinking that they can just buy some medicine for their children. After all, there are only a few common diseases and the corresponding medicines. It's also simple, there aren't many tricks, anyone can do it as long as they can read.
This was indeed the case, but she was afraid of the possibility, so Song Hongguo avoided this danger from the beginning and insisted that she would prescribe medicine only when she saw the patient. Even if the villagers complained and thought it was very troublesome, she would not give in. , if you want to save trouble, you have to take risks, and she is not willing to risk her future.
However, when someone bought some over-the-counter medicines from her for backup, she was not rigid enough to refuse. This was a simple job that even Lexus could do.
The grilled fish is ready and served on a large enamel tea tray. The fish is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. The side dishes below also have their own flavors. The mother and son sit under the persimmon tree and eat without raising their heads. One fish weighs four pounds. All the fish went into my stomach neatly, and there were so many side dishes. In the end, I couldn’t even hold the staple food in my stomach.
Ling Yuan burped and sighed happily, "This is such a good day..."
Ling Zhi gently rubbed his stretched belly and looked at Song Hongguo. Such good days were all because of her. He must be filial to her in the future.
Even the dumplings screamed lively, "With a good master, not only can he be full, but he can also eat well. There is no luckier dog in a ten-mile radius than him."
Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door, and Song Hongguo welcomed her in. As she walked through the front yard, without exception, they all complimented her, and then praised her fiercely. Most of them were envious, but some said sarcastic words. He asked her for help, and his attitude was within control, but no one cared about finding a partner for her anymore.
After all, with an existence like Huo Minglou, no one would humiliate themselves.
After Song Hongguo completed the consultation and examination, she prescribed medicine. After the other party gave her money, she lingered and refused to leave, looking like she was hesitating to speak.
"Is there anything else?"
The other person is about thirty years old, wearing a homespun jacket, his face is a bit dark, but his eyebrows are clean and his eyes are clear. His short hair is neatly combed, and he looks like an upright person, but he looks a little uncomfortable at this moment. Zi Zi Zi said, "Um, Doctor Song, I want to ask you how you feed your pigs..."
"Um?"
Once you say it, it's not so hard to say, "That's it, I also have one at home, and I serve it like an ancestor all day long, pointing out how many more kilograms of meat it will produce by the end of the year, so that I can hand it over in exchange for more money." , but it has been two months, and it has gained so much weight, it is far worse than your pig, so I want to ask, how do you raise it, and what do you feed it? Besides pig grass , is it mixed with grain?"
Song Hongguo met her hungry eyes and cleared her throat, "The pigs in my family are all fed by children, and there is no special feeding method. It is just cleaning the pig pen frequently and eating pig grass three times a day, one of which is... It will be mixed with some bran, and occasionally, some bean dregs will be added to it, the bean cake left after pressing the oil..."
She couldn't directly say that the credit was due to the feed, so she could only blame the bean dregs and bean cakes. Anyway, feeding these two things to pigs did make it easy for them to gain weight.
The other party had a true expression on his face and said with a smile, "Well, then I have no choice. I can buy some bran and bean dregs and bean cakes. People can't eat them. How can they be willing to feed them to pigs? Alas, they are pigs. Grass can’t guarantee three meals a day. If God doesn’t rain, there will be no grass left in the drought-stricken fields. People will be hungry, let alone pigs.”
Song Hongguo, "..."
The other party didn't get any useful experience and left regretfully.
Seeing that Song Hongguo was thoughtful, Ling Zhi asked tentatively, "You don't want to help the pig farmers in the village to buy and exchange bean dregs and bean cakes, do you? That's not a trivial matter. You have thought about it clearly. If others know about it, , I’m afraid they will also start shouting about raising pigs. What will you do then? With so many people, can you manage them?"
Seeing him looking worried and worried, Song Hongguo couldn't help laughing, rubbed his head, and joked, "Don't worry, no matter who it is, they have to take care of you. Your little friend will not be short of food."
Ling Zhi blushed and said, "I didn't mean that..."
Song Hongguo smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you mean it that way. It shows that you are dedicated to raising pigs. How much meat our family can eat at the end of the year depends on you."
Lexus, "..."
