Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.
However, Zhang Sh...
Three women put on a drama. While she was cooking in the kitchen, these three women were joking around and talking about their own life events.
"Do you need mother's help?"
Su Hong felt a little embarrassed that she was the one with the least time when entertaining guests at home.
"No need, Mom, you guys go to the main room and chat. If we don't eat some sunflower seeds, there will be no atmosphere for the chat."
Zhang Shuguang coaxed the three of them out of the kitchen, and his ears were finally quiet.
In order to cook these eight bamboo rats, Zhang Shuguang spent twenty gold coins to buy a cookbook.
Two braised, two stewed, two with vinegar and blood, and two steamed.
When Zhang Xiangnan returned home, Zhang Shuguang had already prepared all eight bamboo rats.
"Xiao Guang, how are the preparations going? I can smell the fragrance before we even get home."
Zhang Xiangnan walked in front, and Li Lixin behind him carried a box of Fenjiu.
"The bamboo rats are ready. The two ladies made some vegetarian dishes at home, including large bones and ribs, which are now being stewed at Aunt Dongmei's house.
The meat skewers are ready. Wait for everyone to come over. It will be delicious when it is grilled and eaten right away."
"Captain Zhang, you're back. Let's go home first and come over with my husband later."
Seeing Zhang Xiangnan coming back, Yan Xiaoyu and Gao Dongmei knew that their men were about to come.
"Okay, I've already greeted Captain Zheng and Captain Lei this afternoon. Bring the children over here later. I'll go get the brigade commander and the political commissar."
Brigade Commander Xiao and Political Commissar Qiao are their direct superiors. It is reasonable to invite them to the dinner today.