In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Song Hongguo is always willing to put in oil when cooking, but in front of outsiders, she deliberately pours less oil in a low-key manner. However, even so, compared to the method of using a veil to dip oil into the bottom of the pot, she is still extravagant. surprise.

Zhao Zhenhua regards her as one of his own, so he doesn't pretend to be polite at this moment, "Cousin, we are not outsiders, why do we put so much oil in cooking? Isn't this a waste? Quickly scoop out some..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a squeaking sound, which was the sound of cabbage being put into the pot. The peppers and green onions were fried in oil until they were half burnt. After a few quick stir-fries with the cabbage, the aroma spread even more wantonly.

Zhao Zhenhua's mouth twitched with distress.

Song Hongguo stir-fried quickly and said, "It's okay, cousin, just eat with peace of mind. Just because we're not outsiders, I'm not willing to put in the oil. What's the waste of eating good food into my own family's stomach?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhenhua was still a little reluctant to give up, but he also laughed, "Then this time, my cousin has benefited from it. He hasn't had any oil in his stomach for a long time, so he needs to make up for it with this meal."

The hot and sour cabbage was served out of the pot, and she also thickened it with starch. The white and tender leaves looked brighter and more appetizing because of the moisture from the oil and water.

Zhao Zhenhua couldn't help but inhale again and again while holding the plate.

This is a dish for people to eat. The leaves of the boiled cabbage usually eaten at home are always wrinkled, which makes people feel unappetizing. Even if it has a lot of salt and can be eaten as pickles, it still makes people feel bland. Tasteless.

Sure enough, any dish needs oil to be fragrant.

Song Hongguo then made minced pork vermicelli, which was also the only meat dish tonight. The system reminded her rightly that if she had it, she couldn't show it off, even to those close to her.

She had soaked the vermicelli in hot water in advance to soften it. After fully absorbing the water, she marinated it in soy sauce and peanut oil for a while, so that it would not only look good in color, but also prevent it from sticking together.

Pour oil into a hot pan, sauté green onion and ginger until fragrant, add minced meat and stir-fry continuously, add soy sauce, add another spoonful of bean paste, stir-fry the red oil, add marinated vermicelli and stir-fry for a while. Add some water and let it slowly absorb the flavor. When it comes out of the pot, just sprinkle some chopped green onion for decoration.

After finishing the dish, Ling Yuan trotted in, his eyes bright, and he shouted excitedly, "Mom, my aunt and uncle praised you for your ability. You grow vegetables well and feed pigs well." , even the fruit trees are good, they will definitely bear a lot of fruit..."

Zhao Baoqing and Zhao Yulian followed.

Song Hongguo knew that this little guy deliberately dragged the two of them to the backyard to gain fame for herself. She accepted the kindness and touched his head lovingly before saying hello to the two of them, "Uncle, Second Aunt." ."

Zhao Yulian said "Yeah" expressionlessly.

When Zhao Baoqing saw this, he reminded her angrily and funnyly, "What are you carrying in the basket? Isn't it for red fruits?"

Zhao Yulian's expression froze after being poked, but she didn't say anything harsh anymore. She opened the basket, which contained dried sweet potatoes, the kind that can be eaten as snacks after being steamed and dried.

Song Hongguo took a look and saw that it was quite heavy.

Zhao Yulian said firmly, "Give it to the two children as snacks."

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "Thank you, Second Aunt."

Zhao Yulian ignored her and found someone to take out the dried sweet potatoes. Then she rolled up her sleeves as if she wanted to help with the work.

Song Hongguo said hurriedly, "Second aunt, you and uncle go and sit in the room. I only have one dish left."

Zhao Yulian was still hesitant, but Zhao Baoqing pretended to be disgusted and said, "Let Hongguo do it. I also want to try Hongguo's craftsmanship. I don't care about the rice you cook."

Only then did Zhao Yulian follow him into the inner room.

Ling Zhi followed in and set out his chopsticks.

Song Hongguo said to Zhao Zhenhua, "Cousin, you should also sit down and eat."

Zhao Zhenhua said, "I'm not in a hurry, let's go together..."

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "Why are you so polite to me? You're not going out to be a guest. You go and eat first. Why don't you let your uncle and your second aunt pour the wine themselves? Just think of it as helping me."

Zhao Zhenhua's eyes lit up, "And there's wine?"

Song Hongguo said, "There are two bottles on the shelf in the back room."

Zhao Zhenhua rubbed his hands and smiled, "Then I'm really rude..."

He called Qiao Yonghui. Qiao Yonghui initially made an excuse to light a fire. Later, Ling Yuan came over with a smile to urge him and took his place, and he got up and went in.

The last dish is pickled fish. Song Hongguo has never made it since she came here. In her previous life, this was her favorite dish. In addition to the white and tender fish fillets, she also likes to add pickled radish and wide noodles. , or side dishes such as bean sprouts and bean oil skin, soaked in the sour and spicy soup, which is especially appetizing with rice.

Of course, this dish also consumes a lot of oil, especially the splash of hot oil at the end, but if you want it to be delicious, that splash is essential, so as to bring out the aroma of chili peppers and the numbness of Sichuan peppercorns, which is also the final finishing touch. Without it, this dish would have no soul.

"Stab!" A sound made Ling Yuan's eyes widen in shock.

So much oil…

However, it smells really good!

The portion of the pickled fish is large, and Song Hongguo is served in an enamel basin. Below are various side dishes, and on top are thin fish fillets, white and tender, dotted with some green scallions and red peppers. It's amazing to look at. Drooling.

She carefully took it in and placed it in the middle of the table.

Six dishes and one soup, peanuts, salted duck eggs, tofu mixed with Chinese toon, hot and sour cabbage, minced meat vermicelli, and a cold wild vegetable. Plus the last hard dish, it is quite a sumptuous meal for guests.

Zhao Baoqing greeted her, "Come, come, sit down and eat quickly, I'm waiting for you."

"Okay..." Song Hongguo took off her apron and sat at the bottom with the two children. She glanced at the table and said angrily, "Why didn't you use your chopsticks? Do you think my cooking is not delicious?"

Zhao Zhenhua smiled and said, "How could you? I've been so greedy for a long time, but my father wouldn't let me. If I had known better, I might as well have helped you work outside. It would be too painful to watch without food..."

When Zhao Baoqing heard this, he kicked him unceremoniously, "Your cousin is not here, how dare you eat it?"

Zhao Zhenhua chuckled, "My cousin is not an outsider."

Zhao Baoqing glared at him, "A family must have rules."

Song Hongguo said helplessly, "Uncle is too outspoken. I am a junior. What rules are you and my second aunt talking about here? It's not like I don't know the rules in our village..."

According to local rules, if there are guests at home for dinner, women will not serve at the table, let alone wait to eat together. They usually wait for the men to drink and eat before eating the leftovers.

Zhao Baoqing waved his hand, "That's different, it's different..."

He didn't explain much about why it was different.

However, everyone present knew that although Song Hongguo was a woman, she was now also the head of the family, had a job, and was capable. She was someone who could sit down with men to discuss matters. Naturally, she could not be treated like those in the countryside. Women are treated the same.