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

"No problem, Wife, I will do a good job of lighting the fire. What is the other task?"

"The mutton will be ready in a while. You should eat more. I like to watch you eat the meat. It's best not to have any leftovers."

"Is this considered a mission?"

"Forget it, why doesn't it count? Do you think I handed such an important task to anyone else? Not at all, only you."

Xiao Yuchen accepted it gladly, and felt that his was very special and unique. For example, Chang Yuqiao and Sang Cheng cut side dishes together, so they were not unique.

Song Tingran soaked the polished rice in a basin and stirred it casually a few times with his hands. When he saw that there was enough water, he poured some oil into the pot.

"Wen Ci, bring the onions."

"Here we come." Wen Ci's voice was a little strange.

Song Tingran took the onions, poured them all into the pot, stepped back and started stir-frying, Wen Ci stood beside her the whole time.

The onions in the pot had begun to soften and the taste had softened a lot. Song Tingran wanted to get the mutton, but it happened to be in Wen Ci's hand.

Only then did Song Tingran notice that Wen Ci's eyes were slightly red and there were still tears on his face.

"what happened to you?"

"It's okay." Wen Ci avoided looking for a moment, then wiped his tears with a handkerchief, "I just cut onions, it's okay, my wife."

Song Tingran poured the mutton into the pot and gave the spatula to Wen Li, "Fry it first, then add salt and cumin when it's brown on the outside, then add the carrots and let it simmer."

"it is good"

For Wen Li, who often cooks, this is not difficult at all, and he starts stir-frying with ease.

Song Tingran looked into Wen Ci's eyes and took him aside, "That's how you cut onions. It would be better to put a basin of water next to it. Do you feel better now?"

"I always forget. I forget the water basin. I just want to chop the onions faster because I'm afraid I won't have enough time. Wife, I'm fine. Everyone is here. Don't worry about me."

Song Tingran took out his handkerchief and wiped Wen Ci's face again, still looking pitiful.

"You go to the bathroom and wash your face to avoid being blown by the wind and drying out your face."

"Okay, then I'll go and I'll be back in a moment. Wife, please wait for me."

"kindness."

Wen Ci left slowly, and when he closed the door, he took a deep look at Song Tingran before leaving.

Sang Cheng knew that Wen Ci had done this on purpose. When he was chopping onions, he had deliberately taken away the prepared basin and then rushed to cut them. He wanted to laugh when he thought of that scene, even though he knew it, he couldn't reveal it yet.

"Fourth brother, why are you laughing so hard?" Qiao Jinshu was puzzled.

"Just thinking about eating the mutton finger rice made by my wife makes me happy and I can't help but laugh."

"Oh, Fourth Brother, you are more greedy than me now. You see, I am fine."

Wen Li covered the pot. The carrots needed to be simmered for a while, and Song Tingran started to cook other dishes.

The simplest thing is mutton stir-fried with green onions. This dish was made before in Banshan Village, but the seasonings were not very rich at that time. The taste was a bit uninteresting.

Now I'm at home, but it's completely different. I have everything I want. Fresh green onions are poured into the pot, and the sound of sizzling is filled with the fragrance of green onions. This thing is amazing. Almost every dish has it. Come in handy.

When the oil full of scallion aroma is intertwined with the soft chopped green onion, and when the thinly sliced ​​and fresh mutton is mixed, the fragrance becomes more intense, and the whole kitchen smells like this.

Qiao Jinshu: "Master Wife, Master Wife, make some rice and let's start dinner. I want to eat it now and I can't help it anymore."

Song Tingran smiled and continued to stir-fry, so that the mutton inside could be heated evenly, "Jinshu, didn't you just say that you were better than Sang Cheng? You can bear it?"

"Oh, Wife, you have such a good memory, it's not a good thing, I even forgot about it."

Lamb with Scallion

The cooked mutton stir-fried with onions was put aside first. The carrots were almost cooked in the pot. Song Tingran poured the soaked rice and onions, carrots and mutton together and stirred evenly with chopsticks.

"Wen Li, you see there is a lot less water. Do you need to add more?"

Wen Li looked at it, put it in with chopsticks to explore the depth, and finally calculated it with Song Tingran, added a little more water, and finally covered the pot with satisfaction. After it was cooked, the mutton rice was ready. .

Hand-caught mutton rice

The cubs had already smelled the fragrance, and one by one the little gluttons ran out and looked in from the window outside the kitchen.

Shi Yan opened the door, and all the cubs entered the kitchen. They felt crowded at once.

"Mom, what are you cooking now? It looks so delicious." Song Changyue asked.

"Mutton stewed with potatoes, be careful, don't burn your hands, there is something in this pot."

Lamb stew with potatoes

"I know, mother."

Almost at the same time, Wen Li was cooking pancakes nearby. There were many people in the family, so he naturally needed more, but he also made mutton finger rice as the staple food. He was calculating the amount.

The Zaizai are also in the way here, so let them go out to play for a while, and then wait to wash their hands and eat.

After a while, I vaguely heard the Zaizai talking to someone, very enthusiastically.

Sang Cheng went out to take a look, then came back and said, "My wife is Miss Qin. It seems that she went to the mountain to chop wood. She passed by the door."

"Qin Gen'er? I met her when I went to see Jiajia off this morning. Why didn't she go down the mountain that day?"

Song Tingran and her husband looked at the fire. She rolled down her sleeves and wanted to go out to take a look. When she came to the door, she happened to see the Zazai inviting Qin Gen'er to look at the roses at the door.

"Boss, these flowers made of snow are really beautiful, just like the real thing."

"It's just for fun, just like the snow sculptures in the resort. Didn't you go to the mountain in the morning and come back now?"

On Qin Gen'er's back was a large basket of various kinds of wood. She looked a little tired. She put down the basket and said with a smile, "How can you do that? If you stay in the mountains for a day, you will freeze to death. I am I went home and came out again several times.”

"That's good, but it's cold and it's going to get dark now, so don't go there soon."

Qin Gen'er planned to come back after sending these back, but Song Tingran's concerned look made her accept it, wondering if she could go to the resort and lose sight.

The smell of food in the Song family soon spread, and Qin Gen'er quickly loaded up his things and prepared to leave.

Song Tingran thought about how Sang Cheng and the others had been packing their things in the past few days, and the old clothes they had at home had not been worn for a long time.

"Wait a minute. I have some clothes here that are not damaged. You can take them back and wear them while working."

"No, boss, those clothes of yours are all good stuff. It's a waste for me to wear them for work. You can keep them and change them for the children. It would be nice to make new ones."

Qin Gen'er was very frugal on weekdays and was about to leave after saying that. Song Tingran refused and asked her children to pull her in to sit for a while. She called Sang Cheng and returned to the main house as quickly as possible.