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Meng Chuxi coaxed her for a while, seeing that it was getting late, she touched her stomach and said, "I'm hungry, let's cook."

Zhou Qingwu hurriedly grabbed her, stretched out his hand and gestured: I'll go, you are tired, take a rest.

Meng Chuxi stretched out her hand to hold her. The little girl's hand was not as warm as before, it was a little cold.It was very cold at dusk when the warm sun faded in winter, and Zhou Qingwu was waiting for her outside, probably because the wind had been blowing outside for a long time.

"Hands are so cold, why don't you know how to go back to the house, you have a stomachache and need to keep warm." Holding her hand and rubbing it, Meng Chuxi said while dragging her in.

In fact, she is also afraid of the cold. Since she was a child, her hands and feet were cold when the temperature was low, but she also became hot very quickly. She was warm when she was covered with a quilt or moved.Her body was still the same as her original one, and she felt warm after walking, so she talked about Zhou Qingwu unceremoniously.

Zhou Qingwu was pulled in by her in this somewhat awkward posture, and his hands fell into a ball of warmth.Meng Chuxi's palm had a thin layer of calluses from working with her these days, but it was still soft and delicate, and it was very comfortable to be held by her.

Because of this thought, Zhou Qingwu's ears couldn't help turning red, his eyes drooped and he couldn't help raising his head, and glanced at the person in front of him quietly. Although he was a little embarrassed, an indescribable sweetness gushed out like bubbles. He took a risk, but she quickly suppressed it again, and it started again and again.

It wasn't until she turned up the fire in the stove that she still couldn't hold it back. She glanced at the corners of the mouth of the person washing rice and couldn't restrain the upward movement, which was in stark contrast to the sudden discomfort just now.

Although Meng Chuxi was washing rice, she could still feel that the little girl was like a snail, looking up at her eyes from time to time, looking up at the people sitting in the stove, and couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing secretly to have fun?"

After being caught and revealed, Zhou Qingwu's eyes immediately shrank, and she buried her head in adding firewood. The flames in the stove reflected her face, staining her face with a layer of crimson, and she wondered if she was shy again.

Meng Chuxi thought it was so cute. He lowered his head and smiled, and put down the mixed grains and rice, and went to deal with the dishes to be made tonight.

Zhou Qingwu heated up the fire and hurried over to help peel the winter bamboo shoots.The ones left to eat at home are not big, and some are bruised, but the winter bamboo shoots are smaller, although they don’t look good and don’t have much meat, but they are more tender and taste better.

Seeing her handling the bamboo shoots swiftly, Meng Chuxi cut up the pork on the sidelines. The large pieces of lard were piled up in a pot, and Meng Chuxi's men kept cutting the piece of fat and meat into thin slices for later use.

The winter bamboo shoots over there are almost peeled, cut into slices with a sharp knife, and arranged neatly.When the pot boiled and drained the rice, Meng Chuxi added another ladle of water, turned to Zhou Qingwu and said, "I have to blanch the winter bamboo shoots first, I was going to make you a soup with three delicacies of winter bamboo shoots, but I couldn't find any when I went today. Those who sell mushrooms can only let you try sliced ​​pork with winter bamboo shoots."

Zhou Qingwu waved his hand and gestured again: Everything you cook is delicious.

The little girl was so flattering, Meng Chuxi smiled happily, put the blanched bamboo shoots aside to dry, and waited for the hair to remove the numbness of the winter bamboo shoots, then poured a large pot of pork suet into the pot.

Seeing Meng Chuxi put salt and pour a bowl of water, Zhou Qingwu was a little surprised, and she hurriedly gestured: "Know how to fry oil."

Meng Chuxi smiled warmly: "It's okay, the heat doesn't need to be too high, cook it slowly, add a little water and the lard will make the color more beautiful, and it won't fry the oil."

Zhou Qingwu nodded hesitantly after hearing this, but kept standing next to Meng Chuxi, staring at the pot, as if the frying pot was about to drag Meng Chuxi away.

Meng Chuxi looked at her face as if facing a formidable enemy, wanted to laugh but was moved, "It's really all right, don't worry."

She looked at the heat from time to time, and the medium and small fires boiled slowly, and the water boiled quickly, but the strange thing was that there was no frying oil, only oil sizzling in the pot, and the smell of lard filled the whole kitchen. Stop drooling.

The water has evaporated completely, and the oily residue gradually turns golden and floats on the surface of the oil. Meng Chuxi puts in a few scallions to enhance the aroma of the oil. After the shallots come out, take them out and start scooping the excess oil into the oil tank to continue cooking the oily residue.After the fire arrived, the fragrance became more and more intense, and even Meng Chuxi couldn't help taking a few breaths.

In the past, except for her grandpa making lard when she was home, she never did it when she was studying in that big city.People didn't eat much lard in that era, even she didn't eat much for her health.

Coming to the Dayan Dynasty, lard is a rare good thing.Farmers work intensively, and they can't stand hunger without eating meat and oil. Meng Chuxi hasn't eaten much oil for a long time, and she is indeed very greedy.

Turning to look at Zhou Qingwu, who couldn't stop his nose from inciting and trying to restrain himself, Meng Chuxi picked out the oil residue and put it into a porcelain bowl, sprinkled the crushed salt in the bowl on top, mixed it, and took a piece to Zhou Qingwu's noodles: "Try one, it's very delicious."

She had a smile on her face, and her voice was gentle, and the slightly hot oil residue exuded a fragrance and sent it to her mouth. Zhou Qingwu blushed and opened his mouth to eat it. The person beside her ear was still reminding: "Be careful."

The oil residue is golden in color and covered with finely divided salt grains. The slightly salty coarse salt grains were crushed by Meng Chuxi, and the salty taste was immediately neutralized by the oil residue after melting in the mouth.The fat has been boiled almost, take a bite, it is crispy and crispy, and a little bit of hot oil seeps between the teeth, the more you chew, the more you can taste the fresh fragrance, it is delicious.

Zhou Qingwu stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up: delicious.

Then she urged Meng Chuxi: You try

Seeing this, Meng Chuxi put one into her mouth, and the fragrance filled her mouth. She nodded and said vaguely, "It's delicious, very fragrant."

After that, she put the chopsticks aside and said: "Eat some more if you like, but don't be greedy, it will be too greasy. I will use the leftover vegetables to stir-fry later. It tastes great too."

The oil pan is clear and clean and does not need to be washed again. It is the most suitable for frying vegetables.Vegetables eat oil, she poured some oil into it, and Zhou Qingwu hurried to add firewood.When the oil is hot, add sliced ​​garlic, cut into vegetable stems and stir-fry first, and wait until the heat is almost ready before adding vegetable leaves.

After encountering the hot oil, the leaves of the green vegetables immediately become brighter, the color is very emerald green, and the fragrance bursts out from the oil. Seeing that it is almost ready, add some oil residue and continue to stir-fry until fragrant. Vegetable oil residue looks particularly appetizing.

The stir-fried dish is the finale of winter bamboo shoots and pork slices. Cut the ginger and garlic for later use. Heat the oil in a hot pan and add the onion, ginger and garlic. The unique aroma immediately fills the nose.Meng Chuxi didn't give much oil, because the meat slices were fat and thin, and the oil was fried out of the meat slices, and the aroma became more intense as it sizzled.

Seeing some oil coming out of the sliced ​​meat, Meng Chuxi immediately poured the blanched winter bamboo shoots into it.The timing of this meat fry must be grasped, too early and greasy, the tenderness of the meat will be lost after the heat is over, add soy sauce and vinegar to season before it comes out of the pot, and sprinkle a layer of chopped green onion before it comes out of the pot, the winter bamboo shoots are delicious in color and fragrance The meat slices are out of the pan.

Ever since her parents were gone, Zhou Qingwu's only requirement for food was to be full. Coupled with the financial constraints, let alone vegetables, she hadn't eaten rice a few times. She hadn't seen such a beautiful food for a long time. He admired Meng Chuxi even more.

The rice in the pot next to it had already been steamed, and the sky was already darkening visible to the naked eye. Meng Chuxi washed his hands and called Zhou Qingwu: "It's time to eat. Today's lunch is simple, and it will be richer at night, but you can't eat too much. So as not to sleep uncomfortable."

There are two dishes on the small table. Meng Chuxi and Zhou Qingwu are sitting opposite each other. The two of them are not eating white rice. When the source of income is not really guaranteed, Meng Chuxi tries to save money as much as possible. Part of the rice is mixed with soybeans and millet. They mainly eat.But the goal can't be changed, we have to raise this 15-year-old girl to be more active.

Zhou Qingwu eats very politely. On the contrary, Meng Chuxi, who lives in the school all year round and grabs meals, has developed a problem. He eats very fast. Although he is not rude, he is much more agile than Zhou Qingwu's meek appearance.Later, Meng Chuxi found out that it was not Zhou Qingwu who was gentle, but this little girl who was humble. She kept close to Meng Chuxi when the food at home was slightly better, so she buried herself in eating and ate very little food.

After discovering this problem, Meng Chuxi also developed a habit. The first thing she did was to pick up vegetables for her with clean chopsticks.Put the winter bamboo shoots and sliced ​​meat with several chopsticks and put them in her bowl: "Taste my skills first."

Every time these words blocked Zhou Qingwu, she put the bamboo shoots in her mouth.The winter bamboo shoots are very tender, and the numbing taste is completely gone after soaking in water. The fresh and tender bamboo shoots are locked in the umami flavor by the hot oil, and they are crispy, tender and sweet when bitten down.The slightly sour taste after adding vinegar brings out the deliciousness of the bamboo shoots. It is appetizing and refreshing. Even the rough multigrain rice is very delicious.

Zhou Qingwu couldn't speak, but Meng Chuxi saw her face when he looked up, those big eyes seemed to be able to speak in front of Meng Chuxi, the familiar satisfaction and joy overflowed inside, as fresh as flowers blooming in spring.

Before she could make a gesture, Meng Chuxi answered with a smile: "It's delicious, I'm great, right?"

The shyness in the big eyes flashed past, and then there was a serious agreement. The nodding girl was so cute that Meng Chuxi couldn't help pinching her face again.

Well, it's tender and a bit fleshy, much better than the thin and sallow look before, so someone couldn't help but model a few more times.Zhou Qingwu blushed hard but didn't hide, and obediently let Meng Chuxi fuck, his eyes were wet, innocent and cute, Meng Chuxi wanted to go up and pinch her.

In the end, she still held back her eagerness to move, withdrew her hand and picked up some vegetables, and told her to eat.

The simple green vegetables are like being endowed with a soul when they meet the oil residue, a perfect match for meat and vegetables.The green vegetables are sweet and refreshing, which neutralizes the greasy oil residue, and the fried oil residue is full of fragrance and chewy, which is absolutely perfect.

A bowl of rice was eaten quickly, and Meng Chuxi looked up to see that the little girl's bowl was empty. This was a rare thing, but she sat upright and glanced at the dishes in front of her from time to time, but she didn't move her chopsticks or add food.Meng Chuxi felt strange, and suddenly thought of something and burst out laughing.

Zhou Qingwu was stunned by her smile, and then he realized that his face was blushing and he was about to put the bowl. Meng Chuxi hurriedly held her down: "I said don't eat enough, but I didn't say that I won't be full. If you want to eat, you can add a little more, or you can eat more." Eat some vegetables. We Qingwu are still growing, so it doesn't matter if we eat more."

The last sentence was soft and pampering, while the sentence "We Qingwu" flowed into Zhou Qingwu's heart like a trickle, soaking her heart little by little.Obviously my heart was full of the same thing, but my heartbeat became more and more intense, and my body even felt slightly hot and numb because of those words.Zhou Qingwu didn't know what was wrong with him, he subconsciously covered his heart, and quickly got up to calm down his turbulent emotions by adding food.

Looking back at Meng Chuxi, she took a deep breath, and quickly threw herself into the delicious food to dispel the feeling that made her palpitate.The current Zhou Qingwu hadn't expected that it was this throbbing that would converge into a torrent in the following days, rushing repeatedly, and could no longer stop it, making her drown in it for the rest of her life, unable to get out.