Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

This thing is novel, and everyone worked very hard. It was just because it was the first time to make it and I was not familiar with it, so I was a little slow. It took a whole afternoon to finish the vegetable shed.

The more Song Tingran watched, the more she liked it. She stood in the field and was unwilling to leave. In the end, she was dragged away by Sang Cheng. When passing by the kitchen, she happened to see Wen Li picking vegetables inside.

"You don't have to cook, just wash and cut the vegetables at home, and then cut some meat, just cut it thinly."

Wen Li didn't understand. Song Tingran explained to him for a long time before he started to act in confusion.

Song Tingran washed her hands and went directly to the kitchen. There was only a large welded iron pot at home. She looked at it for a long time and realized that she had never eaten hot pot in such a large iron pot.

"My wife, is there anything wrong with this pot?"

Wen Ci watched Song Tingran stare at the iron pot for a while, really not understanding the meaning.

"Ah, no, boil a pot of hot water, no, boil two pots."

"Um...."

Wen Ci and Wen Li looked at each other and followed their wives' instructions. Sang Cheng also came to help light the fire.

Song Tingran rummaged around on the spice rack, tinkering for a long time, and finally made a large pot of spices. He nodded with satisfaction, then poured oil into an empty pot, and Sang Cheng changed positions. Keep the fire going.

When Shi Yan and Chang Yuqiao came back, they saw no one in the yard. Finally, they smelled the fragrance and found everyone in the kitchen.

I saw Song Tingran covering his nose with a handkerchief with one hand, and stirring the pot with the other hand. The pot was full of seasonings, but there was no food.

The other brothers all watched attentively, not daring to move their eyes for a moment for fear of missing something.

"It's done."

Song Tingran pointed to the hot pot base she had fried, and was very proud. Because she took everyone's taste into account, she cooked it slightly spicy, but it was a bit spicy during the frying process.

"Shall we just eat this pot of condiments tonight?" Qiao Jinshu asked very seriously, frowning with disbelief on his face.

"How is that possible? My wife has already told me to prepare these vegetables and meat rolls. They must be fried in them."

Wen Li was very confident. He was holding cabbage in his left hand and a pot of mutton rolls in his right hand. He would pour it in just when his wife gave the order.

Song Tingran smiled, picked up the gourd and ladle, and poured all the hot water in the pot into the freshly fried seasoning pot. Wen Li turned to stone.

Qiao Jinshu said helplessly: "Originally, the peppers in this are still edible. After boiling so much water, the soup is too much. Our family of eight can't finish it. Let's give some to our neighbor Granny Li."

Wen Ci swallowed his saliva and said, "It's better not to lose this person." After saying that, he felt something was wrong and quickly changed his words: "I mean, this soup must be delicious and you can finish it, so don't give it to Li Mother-in-law."

Song Tingran let them guess, and then prepared eight small bowls, put the minced garlic prepared by Wen Li in order, and then added soy sauce, vinegar, chopped green onion, coriander, and sesame oil.

The chopped chili peppers were not added, and can be added later according to personal preference. The soul oil dish ratio for eight people was completed. The only regret was that there was no oil consumption.

The hot pot base ingredients were churning continuously, and Sang Cheng asked: "My wife, the pot is already boiling. Should I put out the fire?"

"Don't put it all out, leave half of the fire warm, and keep the pot boiling."

"okay."

Shi Yan stood at the door. He felt a little choked at first, but after adding hot water, he felt much better. He walked to the side of his wife.

"My wife, you have been busy for a long time. Go to the dining room to take a rest. Let us do the rest."

Song Tingran happily touched Shi Yan's face and had no intention of leaving. Instead, he continued to assign tasks.

"Xiao Yuchen, Sang Cheng, Qiao Jinshu, the three of you go bring small stools, one for each of you."

"Chang Yuqiao, Wen Ci, Wen Li, the three of you will place all the washed dishes near this iron pot. If they cannot be placed, put them on this shelf."

"Shi Yan, come with me to wash your hands. Although your hands only touch books, they are full of bacteria..."

Everything was ready. Song Tingran's family of eight gathered around the iron pot to prepare the food. In front of each person was an oil plate and a pair of chopsticks. There were two pots burning all the time, which felt a little hot.

Xiao Yuchen opened the kitchen windows so that the temperature was just right. Song Tingran was the first to stand up and put in the pickled sauerkraut that Granny Li had given her a few days ago.

Add the lamb rolls.

corn.

Baby cabbage.

Pork roll.

fungus.

kelp.

Winter melon.

fillet.

.....

Song Tingran's mind was filled with hairy tripe and duck blood. Unfortunately, today's preparation was rather temporary, so he could satisfy his craving first.

None of the husbands dared to speak. When someone was making pig food, they would add it in piles like this.

Song Tingran stared at the food in the pot expectantly, and took the lead in taking out the mutton slices. Under everyone's gaze, he dipped the seasoning in the bowl, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm~ It's so delicious. This is hot pot. Try it."

Shi Yan picked up the chopsticks in cooperation, looked at them, picked up a piece of sauerkraut, frowned at the greasy minced garlic in the bowl, dipped a little in it, and put it in his mouth.

The taste was very fragrant, an unprecedented taste. He couldn't believe that it tasted like sauerkraut.

"My wife, it's really delicious. How did you come up with this thing?"

"Just thinking."

Shi Yan said so, so it would definitely be good. The other six husbands started to use their chopsticks one after another.

You took one bite and I took one bite, and the whole family enjoyed the meal. As the atmosphere increased, and the bottom of the pot became more and more spicy, finally the kitchen door opened, and some cool breeze came in.

Slowly, the hot pot soup base dropped, and Song Tingran picked up the gourd water ladle and added hot water. It was very convenient, and he could continue rinsing the hot pot.

Everyone enjoyed this meal.

"My wife, can we still have this hot pot tomorrow? I like to eat in the kitchen."

Song Tingran looked at everyone's expectant eyes and asked deliberately: "Do you like to eat hot pot or eat in the kitchen?"

"My wife, you ask questions knowingly. Even if you ask me to eat this hot pot every day, I won't be able to eat enough."

"Okay, let's eat it tomorrow night. I'll change the pot base for you to one with tomato flavor. The one is not spicy."

Things were decided, and everyone was looking forward to tomorrow. There were not many dishes left, which were mixed together. The meat was all eaten, and the only thing left was to clear the stove, wash pots and dishes, which happened to be tidied up together.

Sang Cheng quietly nudged Chang Yuqiao with his elbow, and he sneaked away nervously.

After a while.

Song Tingran stood in the yard breathing fresh air. When she was about to go back to her room, she was stopped by Sang Cheng.

"My wife, the fish bridge is over there in the bathroom. It seems that I have something to do with you."