Chapter 70 Dark Cuisine PK

Fang Xiaoluo's words made Zheng Lanhua's face red, and she wanted to curse but didn't know how to start.

Fang Xiaoluo stood up, "Hey, you don't have to wear the clothes, it's your son's money anyway, I'll use it as a rag to wipe the pigsty later."

As she said that, she tried to pull the clothes in Zheng Lanhua's hand.

"You spendthrift!" Zheng Lanhua pulled it back, "Wear it, who said I don't wear it, I'll wear it for a walk tomorrow."

Fang Xiaoluo crossed his arms, "Okay, I'll get another piece of cloth to use as a rag later."

There was regret in his tone, and he glanced at the clothes a few more times.

Zheng Lanhua went back to the house and tried the clothes on. It fit her very well. Not to mention, although the big flowers were bright, it looked really good when she put it on, and she looked a lot younger.

Shen Jinxia quietly pushed open the door and showed her little head, "Grandma, you like this dress very much, don't you?"

Zheng Lanhua's hand that was about to touch the flowers on the dress was immediately retracted, "It's OK."

Shen Jinxia ran in and smiled, "Grandma, you look really good in this, so, you want to find a new grandpa for us, right?"

Zheng Lanhua stretched out her hand to cover Shen Jinxia's mouth, "Where did you hear this, little kid? What grandpa do you need? I have you guys and that's enough for me."

Shen Jinxia blinked and pushed Zheng Lanhua's hand away, "I heard what mom just said to you. My eldest brother explained it to me."

"What are you explaining, little kid?" Zheng Lanhua said, "I'm going to spank your big brother."

Shen Jinxia hurried out, "Big brother, run, grandma is going to spank you!"

Zheng Lanhua: ...

Fang Xiaoluo packed up her things, and seeing that it was almost time, she prepared to cook.

She went into the kitchen, and the smell became stronger when she entered the yard.

She opened a basin on the windowsill, and inside was the remaining pork bones.

When she went out, there was no meat at home, so Zheng Lanhua must have bought some new meat.

The layer of pork fat on top should have turned white after cooling down, but there was something black mixed in the white, and no one knew what it was.

Fang Xiaoluo picked it up and smelled it. A fishy smell hit her nose and almost made her vomit.

She turned her head and saw a basin on the bowl rack. Inside was... what could barely be called steamed buns.

She picked up one. The dough of this steamed bun was obviously not risen. It was black and hard, and had a sour smell.

Fang Xiaoluo put the steamed bun in her hand and weighed it. Is this steamed bun enough to kill someone?

Zheng Lanhua's cooking skills are unparalleled. Most people can't catch up with her even if they ride a rocket.

Fang Xiaoluo had just put the steamed bun back when Zheng Lanhua came in.

Fang Xiaoluo had been cooking for the past few days. Zheng Lanhua felt that the simplest one was the pork rib soup she stewed that day.

It was just boiled in water, and she did it.

My goodness, it is obviously cooked in plain water, why don’t they taste the same?

Shen Haiping didn’t eat it, but she ate some.

As for the steamed bun, she couldn’t understand why it was always like this when she steamed it.

Zheng Lanhua said, "I will eat this steamed bun myself."

Fang Xiaoluo sighed and asked, "Mom, I just want to ask, do you have any obsession with steaming steamed buns and making these pasta dishes?"

Zheng Lanhua didn't care, "As the old saying goes, practice makes perfect. Steam it a few more times, maybe it will be better one time."

Fang Xiaoluo said, "Mom, let me say something now."

Zheng Lanhua: "What?"

Fang Xiaoluo said, "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you practice it "

Zheng Lanhua: ...

Fang Xiaoluo continued, "Don't eat these steamed buns by yourself, do you still want your stomach? Although steamed buns are valuable, your stomach is priceless. Leave it alone for now. It's so hard that microorganisms are too lazy to come and chew it. It must not be bad. I will save it for you later."

Zheng Lanhua didn't understand what microorganisms were. When she heard Fang Xiaoluo say that it could be saved, her eyes lit up, "Can it still be saved?"

"Yes." Fang Xiaoluo said, "But next time, let's try to control ourselves. Saving this thing is very expensive."

Zheng Lanhua rubbed her hands, "I... I'll try."

Then she asked, "What are you going to do tonight? I'll help you."

Fang Xiaoluo said, "Help me peel the potatoes, and then grate them into shreds. Make potato pancakes, see how many you can peel for us to eat."

Zheng Lanhua went to wash the potatoes and peel them. Fang Xiaoluo took out the pork bones that Zheng Lanhua had stewed, boiled them twice with boiling water, put ginger, wine and star anise, and then adjusted the sauce to sauce it again.

Zheng Lanhua had finished grating the potato shreds, and the pork bones that had been marinated were also out of the pot.

She was a little depressed. The same thing, Fang Xiaoluo made it fragrant.

She watched Fang Xiaoluo put white flour in the potato shreds, sprinkled chopped green onions, added salt, and stirred into a paste. He then put oil in the pan and scooped the potato paste in to spread it evenly.

Then he fry both sides until golden brown and served.

After a while, a large pile of potato shreds cakes were served on the table.

Shen Haiping smelled the fragrance and smiled.

A cake was handed to him, and he took a bite very seriously, then showed a satisfied smile.

He didn't eat anything at noon and was very hungry now.

He also gnawed two pieces of pork bones, the sauce stuck to his mouth, but his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Shen Haifeng picked up a potato shreds cake, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a crispy aroma, and it was delicious.

This pancake is even better than the one made by the neighbor, and he couldn't help but eat three of them.

Zheng Lanhua saw that the children had gained some weight and looked much better these days, and she felt emotional.

Could it be that they didn't gain weight before because her pancakes weren't tasty?

But the three children didn't say they weren't tasty.

Monday was the start of a new week of busyness, and the days were quite fulfilling.

After lunch, Fang Xiaoluo soaked black fungus, mushrooms and vermicelli and went to bed.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Xiaoluo started to get busy, kneading the dough, chopping the stuffing, and preparing to make dumplings for dinner.

Zheng Lanhua wanted to help, but she really didn't understand what kind of stuffing Fang Xiaoluo was going to make.

Fang Xiaoluo chopped the pork stuffing, washed the fungus and mushrooms, blanched them in water, and then chopped them, and then cut the soaked vermicelli into small pieces.

Afterwards, all these things that Zheng Lanhua had never thought of getting a piece of were mixed into a bowl.

Zheng Lanhua felt that Fang Xiaoluo would definitely not be able to make anything delicious this time. Look, how could these things be used as dumpling fillings?

She pointed at the pot of stuff and asked, "Are you sure this stuffing is edible?"

Fang Xiaoluo suddenly remembered the first time she saw Zheng Lanhua cook, and said, "I think maybe, possibly, probably, it tastes better than that pork stuffing, mashed potatoes, black fungus, and white flour dumpling soup."