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

"you guess."

Qiao Jinshu took him as the center point and looked around. Everyone's faces were clean. In order to avoid missing the details, he ran to Xiao Yuchen's side and squatted down to check to make sure there were no details.

"My wife, no, you are teasing me with my fourth brother, right?"

Shi Yan sighed and marinated the cut beef. He added some seasonings and was afraid that the taste would be wrong, so he took it to Song Tingran for a look.

When passing by Qiao Jinshu, Shi Yan pointed at his face, which was an obvious reminder.

Qiao Jinshu also suddenly understood and ran out of the dark kitchen without returning to the house. He went to the water tank to take a photo.

"Ah!" A moderate scream came from the courtyard, "It was actually me, hum, when did you sneak attack on me." Qiao Jin said angrily and returned to the kitchen.

Xiao Yuchen: "I don't know, I didn't see it."

Chang Yuqiao pointed at Qiao Jinshu and said, "Jinshu, please take a good look at your memories."

"Memories?" Qiao Jinshu returned to the table inexplicably, recalling what had just happened, and still mumbling what he had just said. He just raised his hands and suddenly saw that his hands were covered with flour.

At this point, everyone burst into laughter. They were all holding it in. Sang Cheng and Song Tingran were the ones who had the hardest time.

"You already know, oh, it's boring." Qiao Jinshu continued to pull noodles and turned his back.

Song Tingran came closer and bumped him lightly with her shoulder, "I'll make you pocket cakes, okay?"

"Pocket cake? What kind of cake will that be?" Qiao Jinshu looked expectant and forgot what happened just now.

"When it's done, you'll know. Anyway, as long as it's cake, you like to eat it."

"Well, I love to eat, so what should I do now? Wife, I have plenty of strength."

Song Tingran pointed to the half-empty noodles on the noodle table, "Stretch out the noodles first."

Qiao Jinshu immediately started working hard, as if the noodles in his hands were ready, the pocket cakes he was looking forward to were also ready.

Sang Cheng listened to Song Tingran's instructions and was rolling out the dumpling wrappers. He didn't understand, but he did as he was told, and Shi Yan came over to help.

"Eh? Do you want to make dumplings?"

"No, brother, you should ask the wife. I don't understand it either. You clearly say you want to make pocket cakes, but you have to roll out dumpling wrappers." This was all a mechanical action, and dumpling wrappers were born one after another in Sang Cheng's hands.

Shi Yan looked at Song Tingran and she smiled, "Do you want to see the miraculous moment together?"

"my pleasure."

Song Tingran picked up a dumpling wrapper and used special kitchen scissors to cut it from the middle to form two semicircles.

Sang Cheng was stunned, "My wife, it was me who rolled it, wasn't it right?"

"No, you rolled it out very well. That's what it's like. You just have to make pockets. This is a lazy way."

Song Tingran walked to the iron pot, Shi Yan stood next to it, and the other husbands gathered around him curiously.

There was no oil in the iron pot and it was very hot. Song Tingran pinched the two thin pieces of dough together at the edges of the semicircle. At a glance, it looked like a small bag.

Song Tingran put the prepared small bag into the pot. Because there was no oil and no sound, it seemed calm.

"Honey, do you really don't need to put some oil in it?" Wen Li asked. Since the restaurant has been open for such a long time, it has been constantly adding new dishes. Whether it is an old customer or a new customer, it is always fresh.

"No, look, when this side is fried to golden brown, you can turn it over, because the crust is very thin and will cook easily, or you can brush a little on the crust."

Song Tingran held a spatula in his hand and turned the pocket cake over. In just one minute, a pocket cake was ready.

It was still a little hot right after it came out of the pan, so I took it out directly and put it on a plate.

"I will add lettuce and cumin beef to it later, and the pocket cake will be ready." Song Tingran was very satisfied. The pocket part was successful, and the others were also successful.

Chang Yuqiao looked at the pocket cake and said, "This cake won't be oily and will look delicious."

"Originally the cakes are not greasy, they are all made of flour." Qiao Jinshu put his arm on Chang Yuqiao's shoulders. He was about to drool, but he always remembered that he was already a father and had to hold it back.

Soon, the cumin beef came out of the pot, in small pieces, just stir-fried a few times.

Song Tingran casually picked up a pocket pancake, stuffed a piece of lettuce leaf into it, then took chopsticks and put in a lot of freshly cooked cumin beef.

Cumin Beef Pocket Pancake

After blowing on her lips, she was going to give Shi Yan a taste first, but he waved his hand slightly, "My wife, give Jin Shu a taste first. I'm afraid his saliva will fall into the cake and become stuffing." "

Qiao Jinshu was not polite and came over with a straight face, "Thank you, brother, I'll give you a taste, hehe."

Song Tingran lovingly handed it to his mouth. He opened his mouth and stuffed it in one gulp.

"Jinshu, eat slowly, no one will fight you. If you take such a big mouthful, you will choke."

Qiao Jinshu chewed heavily, stretched out his thumb, and his mouth was steaming. He really didn't mind the heat.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious. I love this pocket pancake."

He immediately followed Song Tingran's procedure and wrapped another one and gave it to Shi Yan, "Brother, it's salty and mild, please use it."

"Okay, the corner of your mouth..." Shi Yan took the cake from Qiao Jinshu with one hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with the other hand.

The spareribs and beans in the other iron pot were almost done. Song Tingran took out part of it, and there was still some soup left over. He spread the noodles directly on top and covered the pot.

Pork Ribs and Beans

Braised noodles with spareribs and beans

Wen Li immediately thought of it, "My wife, you also want to put the ribs and beans in the pocket cake, so that you have two flavors, right?"

"Yes, any vegetable is delicious in the pocket pancake. You can also put green onions and barbecue, which is also delicious. We will make it another day."

Wen Ci's boiled sweet orange apples on the side are also ready, just add two pieces of rock sugar and a few lemon slices for seasoning. It is healthy and delicious, and the pulp is edible. The kids in the family also like it very much. .

The official lunch was a little late, but actually I was still in the kitchen. I tasted it and started eating it early.

Song Chuan was holding a bowl of sweet orange apples and eating spoonful after spoonful, very happy. Wen Li glanced at it and said, "Chuan, you eat some food first, or you won't be able to eat anymore after a while."

Song Chuan turned around politely and responded: "I understand, Dad, I will eat after I finish this sip."

Song Qingyi smiled and gave Song Chuan the newly wrapped pocket cake in his hand, "Eat, I've already eaten four."

"Uh-huh."

Song Lingjia clamored that he would eat pocket cakes next time, but Song Tingran had no objection. This thing was much simpler than cooking.