Later, he went to Aunt Liu's house to learn Kung Fu, and ate at Aunt Tong's and Aunt Qin's houses. The child realized that not everyone's home food was bad, and it was normal for people to cook better and more delicious than in the cafeteria.
"Your mother is the only one who really appreciates your father's cooking skills. When they first got married, they often had candlelight dinners. Don't ask me how I know, but he used our candles for those candlelight dinners."
The next day, your dad and I were still together. They had a candlelight dinner, drank some wine, and ate some dishes they cooked together. The atmosphere was really good.
At that time, we all said behind your parents' backs that what they had was not a romantic candlelight dinner, but a poison test, a murder scene.
Uncle Fang wiped his tears after finishing his story. He didn't know if it was too funny or because he missed his brother. Jiang Cha's eyes were red too, probably because he had put himself in the original owner's shoes.
The original owner should be with her parents, right? She should learn how to cook and cook for them in her next life! Jiang Cha thought, she would find a place to secretly burn some paper during the Qingming Festival, and then burn a recipe book for the three of them.
The fire on the simple stove was very strong. Aunt Tong poured oil, added onions, ginger, garlic, peppercorns, and other spices, fried them until fragrant, and then poured in two spoonfuls of sauce.
The aroma came out instantly. Pour boiling water over two fish weighing more than ten pounds, chop them into pieces three fingers wide, and pour the whole basin into the water.
Put the lid on the pot and let Uncle Fang cook it more vigorously. Isn’t this method of making ginger tea just like stewing it in a Northeastern iron pot? She has even worked in a store before!
'Make way, make way, let's get ready to make pancakes!'
The friends all thought it was fun and washed their hands to prepare some. They were familiar with ginger tea as they had worked there before.
'Snap' sticks perfectly to the edge of the pot;
'I'll do it, I'll do it, bang-'
"Erbei, I'm going to slap you and hit me in the face. Lao Zhao, are you going to take care of this unlucky kid?"
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