He pushed Lingbao's head and signaled him to go to Zhuang Moxing: "We're going to cook here soon. It's dangerous to open a fire, so stay away."
Fortunately, grandma's apartment is quite large, otherwise she would not be able to make these preparations.
Looking at Zhuang Moxing, who had just finished making the dough, he raised his voice to remind him, "I've also set up some pots here. Use these when your stove isn't full. Let's try to buy time to make more. Things are unpredictable in the apocalypse, and I can't predict when the water and electricity will be cut off."
"Okay." While busy working, Zhuang Moxing glanced at the complete equipment she had prepared and nodded to show that he understood.
He never asked too many questions, and sometimes he knew too much and hesitated to make any progress.
After the "basic equipment" was complete, Liu Yu officially started to work in a big way.
First, wash a few large bags of rice and cook a pot of rice in a large rice cooker. Then, when it is ready, cook them one by one in a relay. Of course, spring water is used in all of them, which has a restorative effect.
After she finished this, she remembered this and immediately took out a few steel buckets as tall as Lingbao and filled them with spring water. "If you want to use water, use the water in here."
Zhuang Moxing paused for a moment as he examined the spring water, which held an inexplicable allure for him. He then returned to mixing the minced meat. However, when he and Lingbao were thirsty, they stopped drinking tea and drank the spring water directly from the vat.
Next, a room was filled with hot steam and oil vapor.
Zhuang Moxing quickly rolled the dough into long pieces, pinched them into small pieces, rolled them into thin skins, and scooped the fillings on them. His bony fingers skillfully pinched the dough, and in a moment, a beautiful big meat bun was formed.
Repeat this process until all the fillings on the table are wrapped.
More and more buns with meat and vegetable fillings were wrapped, and the preheated steamer had reached a temperature suitable for putting the buns in. Zhuang Moxing carried the heavy chopping board over, placed the big buns in it, covered it with a lid, and set the alarm.
Unable to wait for the buns to come out of the pot, he immediately started making meat patties and sugar cakes.
Liu Yu's efficiency is no less.
She used the small table in front of the sofa, put the chopping board she took out from the space on it, and set up a temporary cooking table.
Then a large piece of fresh beef was washed and placed on the table. It was a heavy piece and it looked like chopping it up would be a big job.
But Liu Yu's knife skills should not be underestimated. With a flick of the knife, she cut the beef into several equal portions and broke them one by one. In less than ten minutes, the beef that filled the chopping board had been cut into small pieces and put into a bowl.
Looking at the time, the marinated spareribs should have been well-seasoned. He served the spareribs and added oil, then Liu Yu picked up a large pot and started the fire.
Heat the oil in a hot pan over high heat.
She skillfully took out the ingredients and fried the sugar color. When she saw the sugar in the pot turning golden and red, and small bubbles were rising, she put the ribs in just in time and there was a "sizzle" sound!
The ribs collide with the oil, and the cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, dark soy sauce and light soy sauce to enhance the color and flavor are added in the gaps between the ribs and the oil.
Stir-fry the ribs quickly in the pan for one minute. After they are well-seasoned, add boiling water, with the amount of water just covering more than half of the ribs, and simmer over medium heat.
While the spareribs were slow-cooking, Liu Yu cooked another pot of braised pork in the same way, using two pots at the same time to simmer the pork until it was tasty.
The two pots of meat were stewing hot. Liu Yu took advantage of the opportunity to light the stew pots on the ground and the balcony, threw countless seasonings into the pots, and used the secret method to bake out a wonderful fragrance.
Add the beef cut into small pieces, pour in spring water, cover with a lid, and simmer over low heat.
Two hours later, the slow-cooked beef, which will make your mouth water at the mere smell, is ready.
Liu Yu shuttled between several stoves, her slender hands constantly moving to prepare food. When the corn in the large aluminum pot was cooked, the people in the house had been working intensively for nearly two hours.
Even Zhuang Moxing and Liu Yu, who were strong enough, could not bear it to some extent. They drank a lot of spring water in tacit understanding to restore their strength.
By the time Liu Yu poured the heavy pot of Three Cup Chicken into the iron basin, the clock had already pointed to 11 p.m.
Lingbao, who had been running around excitedly and tasting things all the time, was now leaning against a sofa piled with rice bags, holding his eyelids open. His little head was leaning on the rice bags, his bright eyes blurry and lifeless.
The Three Cups Chicken was put into the basin and stored in the space. Liu Yu was about to wash the pot and start cooking when he suddenly saw Ling Bao who was trying hard to stay asleep.
Liu Yu put down the pot with a smile and walked over to Lingbao. But after cooking so many dishes, her body was not clean. Her hands were stained with oil and soup, and even after wiping them with a towel, there was still grease. She couldn't reach out to hug him.
She had to turn around and call Zhuang Moxing, but when her eyes noticed Zhuang Moxing, Liu Yu rarely laughed, simply because Zhuang Moxing looked not much different from her at this moment.
His half-short black hair was no longer as dry as usual, and was soaked with sweat.
The slightly damp black hair on his forehead was brushed back all at once, and a few strands of wet hair at the corners of his forehead swayed gently with his movements.
The wet towel around his neck showed that Zhuang Moxing was trying hard to prevent sweat from falling into the food. His dark eyes, as deep as whirlpools, were also tinged with a bit of worldly air, making him less unapproachable.
But she did interrupt the busy man, "Zhuang Moxing, your junior brother is about to fall asleep."
Zhuang Moxing, immersed in his work, noticed that Lingbao, who had been pestering him for food, had not appeared for a while.
Looking up, Lingbao was lying drowsily on the rice bag. He was so small, with some white flour stuck on his little face, which made people feel distressed.
He left the table, took out a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, washed his hands before walking over to the two of them.
He squatted down beside Lingbao, who was curled up like a kitten, and reached out to gently pat Lingbao's chubby cheek.
"Lingbao, it's 11 o'clock. Senior brother will take you to bed."
Unexpectedly, Lingbao, who was about to be drowned in sleep, refused in a daze: "No, Lingbao doesn't want to sleep..."
"You're still not asleep so late, Lingbao. Do you want to be a dwarf for the rest of your life? You won't grow tall if you don't sleep. You must sleep." Hun Dun's powerful voice was filled with an innate commanding tone.
"Hmm... I'm not well yet." Lingbao hummed something with his eyes half closed, but he refused to go back.
Liu Yu was thinking, Lingbao has always been most afraid of Zhuang Moxing, how come he is so bold as to defy him now?
She gave Zhuang Moxing a look that indicated she would give it a try. "Lingbao, you don't look like you're not sleepy at all. Is there something you want to finish before going to sleep?"
Who knew that this random probing question would actually hit the nail on the head? Ling Bao muttered, "Sister Xiao Yu's beef isn't ready yet. Ling, Ling Bao wants to eat..."
As he spoke, his forehead felt heavy and he almost fell asleep. Zhuang Moxing reached out and cushioned his chubby little chin in time. It was so frightening that people almost wanted to drop their heads.
Liu Yu was laughing so hard that she almost laughed out loud. After these two people came to her house, she laughed quite a few times. The number of times she laughed in the past few days was comparable to the total number of times she laughed in the last few months of the apocalypse.
The nose is filled with the mixed aroma of stewed beef and braising soup, but the strong aroma of the unique secret stewed beef is already tending to overshadow the aroma of the braising soup. It seems that it has succeeded.
"Little greedy cat! Come with me."
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