Reborn 80s to be a rich woman

In private, An Xiaofeng whispered to An Zhengming, they obviously lacked confidence, it was hard to imagine that this thing could be a dish on the dinner table.

An Xiaolan was in a good mood, completely ignoring the nagging of the two siblings behind her. She looked down at the sweet potato leaves in her arms, those fresh and crisp leaves were absolutely delicious.

But she didn't forget Mrs. Tian's warning. Since Mrs. Liu hasn't come to find fault with her for so many days, she might be planning to deal with her with all the bad water she has accumulated.

"Xiaofeng, Mingzi, follow quickly."

Soldiers come to block the water and cover it with earth, since it is unavoidable, cut the mess quickly, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, otherwise Liu's troubles will never end.

An Xiaolan's eyes narrowed slightly, a look of determination flashed across her eyes, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.

"Sister is here, Akiko, let's go."

An Xiaofeng walked forward quickly holding the vegetables bought in the vegetable market.

"Second sister wait for me, I have short legs..."

"Ha ha……"

After returning home, An Xiaolan was in charge of cooking and cooking, An Xiaofeng was in charge of lighting the fire, and An Zhengming was doing homework. It was a joyous scene.

As the cooking smoke rises, the smell of burning dry wood slowly lingers around.

"Sister, the rice has been washed."

After finishing his homework, An Zhengming asked for help, so he helped wash the rice.

"Mingzi is really good. Now she can help her sister with things, and it's even more amazing when she grows up." An Xiaofeng praised, saying that An Zhengming was very happy and worked harder.

An Xiaolan, who was sitting beside her, was picking sweet potato leaves, picking out any roots that were a little old, and An Xiaofeng's skillful posture made An Xiaofeng look straight ahead.

"Sister, how do you know what you can eat and what you can't eat?" An Xiaofeng coughed and asked after being choked by the smoke.

"It's very simple. It's the same principle as the green vegetables we usually eat. Pick up the tender ones and don't eat the old ones. That's it."

An Xiaolan picked up one and demonstrated it.

"So it's like this, Xiaofeng understands."

"After you have tasted it, I will promise to eat it next time." She still doesn't understand the tastes of her younger siblings. When she was at Liu's house, she ate leftovers and vegetable juices, and the real ingredients were all eaten. The third aunt's family and grandparents finished eating, and only Mingzi barely got a share, thanks to the fact that he is a male grandson.

The three of their siblings were very thin, and looked like they were malnourished. Even when they first moved out, they just ate casually, and they didn't think about a good diet menu at all.It is impossible to eat meat every day, and the vegetables are also off-the-shelf products bought from vendors who set up stalls in the vegetable market. If you want to turn waste into treasure and make delicious meals, you really need to work hard.

An Xiaolan has done a lot of farm work since she was a child, doing laundry and cooking every day, but the food she cooks is still very popular. Even Zhang Song, who was so picky in his previous life, gave her a thumbs up.

"Sister, I'm going to drool when you say that."

An Xiaofeng took a sip of her saliva, stared at the sweet potato leaves in her hand and said.

"Heh, my sister will make you unforgettable tonight."

An Xiaolan took the pot from An Zhengming's hand, poured the washed rice into the big pot on the stove, added a proper amount of water, and covered it.

Immediately afterwards, she took out the sweet potato that Mrs. Tian gave, picked out the smallest one, went to the water basin and put it in to wash off the sand, then peeled it and cut it into small cubes.

"Sister, why did you cut sweet potatoes like this? It's a pity."

An Zhengming likes to eat this kind of coarse grains the most, and it is best to steam or bake them, the taste is simply delicious.

"Recently, my sister hasn't seriously cooked a delicious meal for you, so I'll make it up tonight."

An Xiaolan poured the sliced ​​sweet potatoes into the big porridge pot, and put the lid on the pot.

"But sister, isn't it strange that you cook like this?"

It was the first time An Xiaofeng saw sweet potatoes mixed with white porridge.

When it comes to porridge, in fact, there is more water than rice grains. If anyone can drink a bowl of porridge full of rice, then he must be rich or expensive.

An Xiaolan mixed sweet potato cubes with white porridge, which just made up for the lack of water in the porridge, and the taste was very refreshing.

While An Zhengming and An Xiaofeng waited eagerly, the porridge in the pot was finally ready. When the lid was lifted, a sweet and waxy smell of sweet potatoes mixed with the fragrance of rice porridge wafted out. The two of them swallowed hard.

"Sister, it's amazing! It's incredible! It's the first time I've seen porridge with such beautiful colors and so many rice grains."

An Xiaofeng was simply pleasantly surprised.

"Sister, sister, can we eat?"

An Zhengming was already drooling.

"Stir-fry two more dishes and you're ready to eat. Soon, wait. Remember, this porridge is called sweet potato porridge, and it's very nutritious."

An Xiaolan put the sweet potato porridge from the big pot into the casserole and introduced it.

"It turns out that sweet potato and porridge are called sweet potato porridge. The name is really easy to remember."

An Xiaofeng suddenly realized that this time he really learned something again.

"Mingzi, take out half of the pickles in the jar."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

An Zhengming quickly brought half a pickle.

"By the way, help my sister wash up."

"I'm going to wash right now."

An Zhengming was busy, helping to prepare all the ingredients.

In fact, it is very simple to cook things, there are no tricks, but it is the most delicious.

An Xiaolan cut the washed pickles into thin strips, took a spatula and sprinkled a little lard into the pot, and when the oil was about to heat up, quickly poured in a spoonful of homemade chili sauce, and the aroma exploded When she came out, An Xiaolan calmly poured the chopped pickles into the pot and quickly stir-fried them. The sourness of the pickles and the aroma of the peppers made her mouth water.

"Hiss...sister, you are too good, this fried pickles are much more delicious than grandma's."

When the fried pickles were cooked together, An Xiaolan first took a small piece to satisfy An Zhengming's hunger, even if it was a little hot, she didn't care about it, and ate it with a look of satisfaction.