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

"It's almost time."

Chang Yuqiao took out eight red candles from under the pillow. These were new candles he bought from the waiter in the shop. Generally, there are only two in the guest room, so he would not give so many for free.

Song Tingran took it over and took a look and was very satisfied. Then the four of them left the room furtively.

When passing by Qiao Jinshu's room, Xiao Yuchen deliberately coughed loudly twice, which was a signal to others.

In the kitchen of the inn, except for Qiao Jinshu, Song Tingran and other husbands were all there.

There are no thin birthday candles here, only this kind of lighting, so Song Tingran asked Chang Yuqiao, Sang Cheng, Wen Ci, and Wen Li to melt the eight thick candles across the water.

Then use the candle wick inside to carve a mold out of wood, re-cast it, and wait for the candle to cool down to become small candles.

On the other side, Xiao Yuchen cooked a large pot of white rice. Although the cooking was not delicious, he still had no problem cooking, but in order to avoid accidents, Shi Yan had prepared the rice and the amount of water. , he is only responsible for watching and boiling water.

Song Tingran couldn't make cream cake, so he was creative and wanted to make a braised pork cake.

This recipe for braised pork was originally waiting for me to give Zuixianglou the secret recipe when I was passing through Ping'an Town this time. It was a good thing to have on someone's birthday.

Song Tingran agreed that the dish of braised pork has a metaphysical quality. The texture, shape, and color of each dish are so different, as if they are not the same dish.

My family doesn't eat fatty meat very much, so luckily I chose pork that is leaner and less fatty, and cut it into squares.

Xiao Yuchen: "My wife, Jin Shu looked very sad just now. I almost couldn't help but tell him."

"Fortunately, you keep your mouth shut, otherwise the surprise would be gone. I'll give you two bowls of braised pork in a minute."

"Three bowls."

"Okay, okay, watch the fire, this rice is very important."

The candles were made very quickly and were already placed in the molds without anyone watching, so the husbands came to look at the mysterious braised pork.

Chang Yuqiao: "This is my first time to use eight large candles to make sixteen small candles as thin as one. The remaining wax oil has no wick and cannot be used again."

Sang Cheng: "It's a bit wasteful, but it's worth it if I can make Jin Shu happy."

The blanched pork has been taken out of the pot. Because wine and star anise have been added to remove the fishy smell, it now smells of meat.

Sang Cheng's quick eyesight and quick hands started to wash the pot, his movements were quick and not sloppy.

pour oil.

"Stay a little further away, this one will collapse a bit."

All the husbands stepped back a little, and Song Tingran also held the spatula in his hand as far away as possible.

Song Tingran poured half a jar of sugar into the hot oil, and then kept stirring it while Shi Yan held a handkerchief to help her catch the fumes.

"Sauteed with oil and white sugar, it feels a bit like the fried large intestine before, but that dish doesn't have so much sugar."

Wen Li was talented in cooking, and he could see the difference right away, but Song Tingran didn't bother to praise him. It was really difficult to stir-fry sugar, and it turned black accidentally.

Seeing the sugar in the pot beginning to thicken, Song Tingran thanked God for his blessing, and then poured a large pot of pork into it.

The shovel in his hand was tumbling rapidly, and Wen Li was frightened to see it.

"My wife, let me stir-fry it. Just add seasonings on the side. Don't overwhelm you."

Song Tingran gave the shovel to Wen Li, and he became more comfortable with it. The pork became much more obedient under his stir-frying.

After it was sugar-colored and stir-fried, the fat areas of the pork belly became much firmer and looked very nice. Song Tingran added star anise, soy sauce, a small amount of salt and water, and then covered the pot.

"It's already cooked. Once the soup inside is gone, you can make braised pork cakes."

Everyone was looking forward to it. The kitchen door was closed tightly, and they were afraid that they would be discovered in advance.

Wen Ci: "My wife, braised pork is the name of this dish. What does the cake mean?"

"It's what you want to eat on your birthday, put a candle in it and make a wish."

Wen Ci and Wen Li looked at each other. Neither of them had heard of it, but they were trying to understand. The other husbands were the same.

Song Tingran realized one thing. She only knew the birthdays of Qiao Jinshu and Shi Yan, but she had never heard of the other husbands' birthdays.

"By the way, you all have birthdays in a few months. When you celebrate your birthday, I will also make a cake and eat it."

Xiao Yuchen was used to being careless and blurted out: "I don't know."

Song Tingran's eyes immediately felt distressed, but what she didn't expect was that he was not the only one who didn't know his birthday.

Changyuqiao doesn’t know.

Sang Cheng didn't remember clearly.

Neither Wen Ci nor Wen Li ever passed.

Song Tingran united with everyone to celebrate Qiao Jinshu's birthday with great fanfare. They must all be very envious.

Chang Yuqiao sniffed, quickly opened the lid of the pot, and stirred in the pot a few times with a shovel. There was not much soup left. Fortunately, someone discovered it.

I put out the fire in the stove, found a large shallow plate, put some cooked white rice on the plate, and then used a spoon to form it into a flat circle.

It's not hygienic with hands, so everyone messed around with it, making it look like an irregular circle.

Song Tingran placed the braised pork in the pot on top of the rice piece by piece, and then continued to spread the rice on top.

In this process, the husbands found it novel and fun, and enjoyed it very much.

"Then let me decide your birthdays, and you can live according to your new birthdays from now on, okay?"

Sang Cheng: "Then I want to spend it with my wife. If my wife celebrates her birthday on that day, I will celebrate it on that day."

Chang Yuqiao: "Without my wife, there would be no me. I also want to be with my wife."

With this beginning, everyone asked for it to be held on one day, Song Tingran’s birthday.

"Okay, okay, then my birthday is in June, then everyone will celebrate together."

All the husbands: "Okay!"

Shi Yan was a little envious. He gently touched his wife's arm and said, "My wife, then I also want to spend time with you."

"It's not like you don't know your birthday. Last time I went to your house in August, my mother-in-law mentioned it accidentally."

"Then I just want to..."

Shi Yan was acting coquettishly. This would never have happened before, at most in private, but never in front of all the brothers.

"Okay, anytime you want."

Shi Yan nodded, then excused himself to drink water and went to the side. He also realized that he was very embarrassed by his coquettish behavior just now.

It probably looks like this, with two layers of braised pork sandwiched between rice and a little more meat on top.

There are two layers of braised pork sandwiched in the middle of the white rice, and then there are a lot of spikes on top, and finally the sauce is sprinkled on it.

Eat the braised pork cake with a happy bite.

success.