In Wang Zhong's heart, Zhou Rong had come to an end. If he hadn't been concerned about Li Suhua's body, Wang Zhong would have slapped her away.
"It's getting late. Juan'er and I are going to cook. Mom, we haven't seen each other for so long. Please have a good talk with your elder brother Zhou Rong and the others."
Zheng Juan put Yueyue on the kang, and she played with Guangming and Zhou Cong. Li Suhua didn't refuse. She really had a lot to say to her children after a long separation.
Zhou Rong's face was still ashen, Feng Huacheng's face was full of embarrassment and at a loss, not knowing what to do. Zhou Bingyi was held by Li Suhua's hand and said words of longing.
When they got to the kitchen, Zheng Juan kneaded the dough. Wang Zhong put the carp in the bucket on the chopping board, picked up a kitchen knife, opened up the carp after removing the scales, took out the internal organs, and cleaned it. , change it to a flower knife, and marinate it with onions, garlic and rice wine.
The fish scales on the chopping board are not wasted. They are collected and can be made into fish scale jelly in the future. Children will definitely love it and it is nutritious.
Next is the mutton, which is the highlight of the day.
The food in Jichun is very different from that in Yanjing, but hot pot is very popular in all regions of the world.
Mutton hot pot is even more popular in the north.
Jiangliao's iron pot stew is somewhat similar to hot pot. It just so happens that the whole family is from Jichun, so Feng Hua is from Yanjing.
The taste can be adjusted slightly.
There is no need for heavy oil and spiciness, what you eat is the umami flavor of the ingredients themselves, and with a little chive sauce, as long as the ingredients are fresh enough, it is a rare delicacy.
Although it is not difficult to make, preparing the ingredients is a time-consuming and labor-intensive task.
Ten kilograms of mutton, including about three or four kilograms of ribs, chopped into small pieces, marinated first and then stir-fried. After the mutton and pork belly are slightly frozen, some are cut into small pieces and some are cut into thin slices. The vermicelli is soaked in advance, and the cabbage is Wash the radish, cut it and put it on the plate, make the stick noodles into steamed buns, the couple cooperates tacitly in the kitchen.
In the main room, Li Suhua was talking to her children.
"Mom, what do you think of Yanjing? Are you still used to living there?" Zhou Bingyi asked with a smile.
Li Suhua said: "The weather is warmer than Jichun, so it's not bad. It's just that this house is a bit too big. Only three of us, Congcong and Yueyue live in such a house. Such a big yard is still empty." There are so many rooms, but it always feels empty, as if something is missing.”
Zhou Rong said: "It's because there are fewer neighbors coming to chat with you!"
"In the past, when I was in Guangzichi, your old sisters would come to our house every three days to make sauerkraut, make clothes and quilts with you. Although this yard is much bigger than our house now, it can But it lacks a bit of fireworks and human touch.”
Although Zhou Rong is selfish and aloof, she still understands Li Suhua's mother very well.
Li Suhua sighed.
Seeing that Li Suhua was not in a high mood, Zhou Bingyi quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Mom, Bingkun has only been in Yanjing for a few days, and it must have cost a lot of money to rent such a big yard!"
"I didn't ask the exact price. Bingkun said it was quite cheap." Li Suhua said with a smile: "He found this courtyard with the help of a friend of his from Yanjing. His surname is He, his name is He Damao. He is a high school teacher and the landlord of this courtyard. He is a friend of Teacher He, so he gave me a discount for Teacher He’s sake.”
Zhou Bingyi nodded, a little surprised: "Bingkun still has friends in Yanjing?"
Li Suhua said: "It's like being a pen pal. I used to like to read books written by Bingkun, but then we corresponded more often and we became friends."
"Mr. He is a very nice person, and he is very enthusiastic in helping me with everything. Most of the furniture and other things in the house were purchased with the help of Teacher He."
For He Damao, Li Suhua was grateful from the bottom of her heart, and she was also very happy that her son could make such a friend.
But when talking about this, Li Suhua's originally smiling face suddenly turned cold: "Bingkun, this kid, even though he has money in his pocket, he doesn't know how to save money. He just buys whatever he likes, and he just knows how to make it. Whatever you lack, you can do it yourself, it’s not like he doesn’t have that skill, besides, this is a rented house, and we won’t live in Yanjing permanently in the future.”
The family just chatted in the east room, mostly Li Suhua and Zhou Bingyi. Zhou Rong was still holding her breath and didn't talk much. It was the first time Feng Huacheng and Li Suhua met. Apart from the initial pleasantries, they didn't talk much. Not much.
Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan moved quickly, and almost everything was ready around four o'clock.
The large cast iron pot I bought was brought into the back room, placed on the stove, surrounded by a circle of cornmeal pot stickers, and covered with a wooden lid. There was no need to open the valve under the stove, and it was simmered over low heat for fifteen minutes. minute.
Before the lid of the pot was even opened, the aroma seeping out from the cracks had already made the four little guys so greedy that they stood next to each other on the edge of the table and swallowed their saliva.
The two younger ones were too small to lie on the table with their hands like Zhou Cong and Feng Yue, but that didn't stop them from staring straight at the sizzling iron pot in the middle of the table.
"It smells so good!" Zhou Cong closed his eyes and inhaled the fragrance. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with light.
"Little greedy cat!" Zheng Juan cursed with a smile and called to everyone: "It's time to eat!" As she spoke, she used a rag to lift the lid of the pot. In an instant, rich steam rose up, and the aroma was overflowing.
The broth in the pot is boiling, and the meat slices are also rising and falling. The pot stickers surrounding the pot wall have taken on an attractive golden color.
Wang Zhong took the spatula and scooped out a potsticker for Li Suhua. "Mom, you try it first!" He also scooped a spoonful of meaty soup into Li Suhua's bowl and poured it on the potsticker.
Then he scooped up two more pot stickers and a bowl of broth and handed them to Zheng Juan. At this moment, the two little ones beside Zheng Juan were looking at them eagerly, waiting to be fed.
Before traveling through time, it would take half an hour to feed other children of Wang Zhong's age who he met. But it was better when he came here. The three children were all foodies. Once they smelled the fragrance of the food, they didn't even need to say hello. , I waited beside him impatiently.
Wang Zhong gave one to each of the two older ones, while Zheng Juan took the two younger ones to the side and prepared to feed them.
Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong naturally did not receive such treatment.
"Eat quickly, eat quickly, try Bingkun's cooking!" Lao Zhou's family is not that particular. They usually just have a meal, there are not so many rules, but this is the first time Feng Huacheng has eaten at Lao Zhou's house. When meeting my mother-in-law, I am inevitably a little cautious.
Zhou Bingyi also noticed this and hurriedly greeted him.
"It's delicious!" Everyone gave thumbs up and praised.
Zhou Cong and Feng Yue were so busy feasting that they didn't even have time to talk. Even Zhou Rong looked surprised after tasting it.
"Bingkun, I didn't realize that you still have this skill!" Zhou Bingyi was also surprised and very emotional at the same time.
Wang Zhong said: "Brother, you haven't been at home for many years. There are so many things that you don't know about."
"As for Bingkun's craftsmanship, it is no worse than those chefs in restaurants outside!" Feng Huacheng also praised.
More than ten years ago, Feng Huacheng was also a famous poet with high spirits. Otherwise, Zhou Rong, who was far away in Jichun, would not have been fascinated by him.
At that time, poets and literati were very popular, especially those like Feng Huacheng who were famous and had works. Publishing houses and magazines were rushing to get manuscripts. Naturally, their income was not low and their life was comfortable. He said this Yes, the gold content is naturally not low.
As early as two years ago, Wang Zhong's cooking skills had improved to level 3.
"I usually do blind research on my own, and I can't compare to the chefs outside."
After a few words, the conversation started, and Feng Huacheng, who was still a little reserved at first, let go.
