Su Qingluan didn't mind if Mu Xingzhi looked at what he was writing from the side, and even pushed the paper forward so that Mu Xingzhi could more easily read the words on it.
In fact, the above are some of the foods Su Qingluan wants to eat——
Fried pork chop, roasted lamb leg, hotpot mutton, fried chicken, beef persimmon pot...
In fact, there were some words in it that Mu Xingzhi couldn't understand. For example, he understood that "fried pork chop" should be Su Qingluan's way of expressing "pork", but he didn't understand what "pork chop" was. Is this "pork chop" a cooking method, or is the "pork chop" itself an ingredient made from pork.
Also, he didn’t understand what the “curry” in “chicken curry” meant.
Mu Xingzhi had seen or heard a lot of terms like this that he didn't understand very well with Su Qingluan, and he was used to the occasional unfamiliar words that he had never heard elsewhere, so Mu Xingzhi Zhiquan pretended not to see it and didn't care.
Seeing the words "chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle and sheep" all over the paper, Mu Xingzhi laughed: "Those who don't know would think Qingluan has been a vegetarian these days."
Su Qingluan turned her face to the side, "But stewed or steamed meat is not delicious enough! I want to make something delicious tonight!"
Mu Xingzhi naturally believed in Su Qingluan's cooking skills, but...
"Qingluan wants to eat beef?" Mu Xingzhi frowned, as if he was thinking about something that troubled him, "Although our government does not strictly prohibit eating all beef, it also clearly stipulates that cattle that can still be used for farming are not allowed to be eaten privately. Slaughter unless they are too weak to farm or die of illness.”
Of course, this kind of beef is basically very old, and the texture is not only difficult to swallow, but at least it tastes like chewing wax. Not to mention compared to that kind of top-grade Wagyu beef, even the brand quality-inspected beef from chain stores that Su Qingluan had eaten in her previous life couldn't match it.
After all, the muscles of farmed cattle will be more developed due to years of hard work, so the taste will be rougher and harder, which is not the taste of fat cattle specially raised for meat.
Su Qingluan looked up weakly and glanced at Mu Xingzhi: "I just wrote it and took a look... Isn't there a saying called looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst? I just looked at meat to satisfy my craving..." Even if the cattle of this era can be eaten, Su Qingluan also knew that this was not comparable to the high-quality beef of her previous life, so she did not test the legal bottom line of this era.
After all, although you can't eat beef in this era, there were so many birds and fish sitting on the bottom of the prison in the previous life, so you can eat it in this life! Calculating it this way, I can still eat more, and I still make a profit.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan's depressed mood improved a lot because she couldn't eat all kinds of beef delicacies.
Su Qingluan felt that in addition to the factors of her menstrual cycle, one of the reasons why she wanted to eat meat so much was that she had been eating relatively lightly recently.
Half a month before the official wedding day, in order to prevent the newlywed bride from eating something unclean and falling ill, everyone in the Su family was very cautious. Cold dishes were not allowed to be eaten, and they were not allowed to be eaten. It’s too greasy and everything is stew-based.
I was almost hungry on the day I picked up the bride. From the next day, Songbo’s cooking at Mu Xingzhi’s house was delicious, but mainly light.
For a gluttonous star like Su Qingluan, it is a good choice to occasionally eat a light meal or two to improve his taste. But if she had to stay "light" for a long time, she wouldn't be able to bear it.
I ate preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the morning. After all, I slept all night. I couldn't eat too solid a meal, which would cause too much burden on the gastrointestinal tract. Moreover, my appetite was just average all morning.
But Mu Xingzhi's house only had two meals, and dinner was early, so Su Qingluan planned to make some "hard dishes".
It is said to be a "hard dish", but in fact it is just a dish heavy in oil and salt. It is very unhealthy and not light and nourishing to the stomach, but it is delicious! Satisfy your craving!
In the beginning, Su Qingluan actually planned to make grilled lamb like Teppanyaki. After all, vegetables and everything else are harvested this season, so all kinds of vegetables can be bought at cheap prices in the market.
It's just that the various iron kitchen utensils Su Qingluan asked Songbo to customize before only produced an iron pot and a shovel, as well as a deboning knife, a machete, a vegetable cutting knife, etc. The set of kitchen utensils, and some of the remaining iron cooking utensils such as frying pans, spoons, etc. are not ready yet.
So Su Qingluan gave up her original idea and planned to make a fried chicken and French fries set meal that she had been craving for a long time.
And "burgers" are too troublesome to eat. Su Qingluan doesn't like to eat burgers directly with her bare hands. She has a very strange habit of eating burgers, which is to eat two slices of bread first, and then eat the inside layer by layer. Patties and sides – that goes for any burger.
Knowing that he had this problem and that there was no oven for baking bread here, Su Qingluan simply changed "bread" to "fried steamed bun slices", which was equally delicious.
Su Qingluan didn't notice the potato for the time being, so she simply did the next best thing and cut the yam into small pieces, soaked it in water, and planned to fry it later.
In addition, Su Qingluan also collected a lot of leftover citrus fruits that she, Mu Xingzhi and Songbo ate during the day, as well as leftover peels such as apples and pears - of course, the premise is that they can be peeled off with a knife. of.
Songbo asked curiously: "Madam, what do you want these unused items for?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "This is a good thing to remove fishy smell and improve fragrance!" Especially the peels of citrus fruits are considered treasures in Su Qingluan's eyes now.
Considering that Songbo's appetite was relatively large, Su Qingqing prepared the muscles of two chickens even though he refused in every possible way. First, he cut the chickens into small pieces with a machete, and then soaked them in water to soak the blood.
Then, Su Qingluan used the back of a knife to pat the peels together with the onions, ginger, and garlic to extract the juice, then added white wine and spices to make "horse-killing chicken" for the chicken.
Songbo saw it halfway, and after listening to Su Qingluan's instructions on how to fully knead the spices into the chicken, he volunteered and said that he could just leave this rough and tiring work to him.
Su Qingluan was naturally happy to see someone do the work for him, so after explaining the next steps, he went to hide in the house and wanted to take a sip of water. As a result, when he opened the door, he found that there were more people in the house. A strange man.
"I'll go!" Su Qingluan was almost frightened and cursed, but when she looked closely, she found that it was someone she had met once before, who seemed to be called "Kaiyang"...
On the contrary, the other party was not surprised by her appearance. It was obvious that she had been notified, so the other party bowed her head respectfully and saluted: "Kaiyang has met Madam."
"No...that...you guys talk..." Su Qingluan was a little at a loss by the overly respectful attitude of the man opposite him. She quickly ran away and ran to the front hall to drink water.
I don't know how much time passed, but I heard the sound of Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair approaching slowly. Su Qingluan turned around and said, "Is the matter over?"
"Yes." Mu Xingzhi nodded.
"Where is that person?"
"left."
Su Qingluan was shocked when she realized that she was sitting in the front hall, and if she wanted to go out from the inner room in the backyard, she had to pass by here.
...How did he leave?
