"This is really too precious..." Mrs. Ye wanted to take off the pearl flower and return it to Mrs. Qin.
Madam Qin said, "This is something I gave to my child, not to you. It's just a toy for the child, not worth much."
Pearls, each larger than a soybean, glowed with a warm yellow halo in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Mrs. Ye felt like she was about to faint. What Mrs. Qin said about being worthless was obviously not in line with her standards.
At this moment, Ye Changxue ran over and said, "Auntie, my mother asked you to go back and cook!"
Mrs. Qin immediately found an excuse and said, "My son loves the food you cook, so I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you these days.
"If you refuse to accept the two pearl flowers I gave the child, I will be embarrassed to accept the food you cook."
Mrs. Ye had no choice but to thank him and take Qingtian back to cook.
Stewing fish in an iron pot may sound simple, but if you want to make it delicious, you actually need to put in some effort, and the most important thing is seasoning.
Mrs. Ye has a recipe passed down from her family, but it requires a lot of seasonings and spices, which are difficult to get in the countryside, so she always makes a simple version.
But the Ye family has no seasonings, but the Qin family has everything!
Mrs. Ye found everything she needed at Li Fu's place and became very happy.
She rolled up her sleeves with high morale and said, "Oh, I finally get to give it my all!"
Mrs. Ye first put oil in the pot, added onions, ginger, garlic, chili peppers and various spices, and fried them over low heat to make fragrant five-spice oil.
Then add various sauces and seasonings into the oil and stir-fry until fragrant.
At this time, the fresh and slightly spicy smell had spread in the air and was carried in all directions by the night wind.
When Li Fu first heard that Mrs. Ye was going to stew fish in an iron pot, he actually felt a little desperate.
After all, in his impression, this kind of hodgepodge of everything in one pot is too simple and crude to be considered elegant.
But at this time, Mrs. Ye had just fried the sauce, and he had already started swallowing his saliva.
Mrs. Ye poured out the fried sauce and used the remaining oil at the bottom of the pot to pour in the ribs chopped by Boss Ye and stir-fry them for a few times.
The ribs were immediately covered with glistening oil.
Next, Mrs. Ye placed a few cleaned fish on the ribs.
Fortunately, the Ye family has a large population, so the iron pot for cooking is big enough, otherwise it would not be able to hold so many things.
Finally, Mrs. Ye poured a pot of fried sauce evenly on the fish, added a few scoops of water, and covered the pot.
The rest will be left to time.
Several children squatted beside it, making sure to add firewood to the stove at any time.
The bright flames licked the dark bottom of the pot, and soon a gurgling sound began to appear in the pot.
The aroma of the sauce was gradually mixed with the mellow flavor of the ribs and the delicious taste of the fish, making the children watching the fire drool with envy.
Thinking it was about time, Mrs. Ye came over with a bowl of mixed cornmeal and said, "Boss, lift the lid of the pot."
Boss Ye was tall and had long arms. He lifted the lid of the pot and immediately took two steps back to avoid the hot air that was coming towards him.
Several children cheered.
“It smells so good!”
“It smells even better than what I made at home!”
"Auntie, is it ready? When can we eat it?"
Mrs. Ye used her feet to push the children apart, fearing that they would get burned if they were too close.
"Put the pancake on first, and when it's done, you can eat it!"
As she spoke, she reached out and scooped up a piece of kneaded dough.
She poured her hands around, and somehow, the cornmeal turned into a round pancake in her hands, which she slapped onto the edge of the pot.
Mrs. Ye was very skillful. She walked around the big iron pot, and the iron pot was like a sunflower blooming, with a circle of yellow petals instantly opening up.
Cover the pot and simmer for a while. Now, in addition to the fragrance just now, the sweet smell of cooked cornmeal cakes begins to waft out.
Mrs. Ye opened the lid of the pot a little and checked the pancakes on the edge of the pot. She found that the bottom of the pancakes had begun to burn and crisp. She immediately ordered: "Turn off the heat!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Changrui immediately used tongs to pick out all the firewood that was still burning at the bottom of the pot and threw it on the ground.
A few small ones came over and stepped on them one by one.
Mrs. Ye opened the lid of the pot completely, holding the spatula in one hand and dipping the other hand in cold water. She first shoveled off a circle of golden and fragrant pancakes and placed them one by one into the large basin held by Mrs. Ye Er.
At this time, the fish in the pot has been stewed until it is soft and tasty, and the ribs below are so crispy that they are almost falling off the bones.
Mrs. Ye carefully served two large pieces of whole fish, added a dozen pieces of ribs, and finally poured two large spoonfuls of soup, and added a few pancakes, and sent them all to Mrs. Qin.
Mrs. Qin was sitting in the carriage, smelling the fragrance coming from the air, and she was almost unable to sit still.
If Mrs. Ye didn't come to deliver the food, she would have wanted to get out of the car and go take a look herself.
"Mrs. Qin, I'm going to make fish stew in an iron pot tonight. I wonder if you guys will like it."
"I'm already hungry just by smelling the aroma, how could I not like it?"
After delivering the fish, Mrs. Ye returned and saw that the whole family was already sitting around the pot, but no one had started eating.
Even the children who had been eagerly waiting to eat just held their chopsticks greedily.
When Mrs. Ye saw Mrs. Ye come back and sit down, she said, "Let's eat!"
"Let's eat fish!"
After seeing Old Lady Ye pick up her chopsticks, the others started to put their chopsticks into the pot.
Mrs. Ye picked up two pieces of pork ribs and placed them in a bowl to dry. Then she picked up the best piece of meat from the fish belly, carefully picked out the fish bones, and fed it to Qingtian with the soup.
"Is it delicious?" Seeing her daughter's little mouth all shiny with oil, Mrs. Ye was happier than if she had eaten it herself.
"Delicious!" Qingtian gave her a big smile, "Mom's cooking is so delicious!"
Mrs. Ye was overjoyed by her daughter's praise.
Others in the family also said the same thing.
"Sister-in-law, the iron pot fish stew you made this time is especially delicious."
“It’s much more delicious than what I made at home!”
"That's right, sister-in-law's cooking skills have improved again."
Mrs. Ye smiled modestly and said, "It's not that I've made progress, it's all thanks to the Qin family's complete seasonings. Otherwise, no matter how capable I am, I can't cook without rice!"
Upon hearing this, Guo poured cold water on him and said, "Sister-in-law, why do you get angry when others say you are fat? This is pork ribs and fish, how can anyone cook it and not be delicious?
"Besides, these days, being able to fill your stomach is good enough. Can't I pay you more for making such delicious food?"
Old Mrs. Ye was enjoying her meal, but upon hearing this, her face darkened and she slammed her chopsticks on the table. Just as she was about to curse, Li Fu quickly walked over.
"Sister Ye, my wife asked me to come over and ask if you can sell this recipe for fish stew in an iron pot."
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