Zhang Wenyong stuffed the remaining two orange halves into his mouth and ate them, then brushed off the non-existent dust on his hands and raised his lips: "You're just taking advantage of the situation, right? No problem, my cooking skills are beyond your reach, no one else has the blessing to taste them, so if you want to eat anything in the future, just let me know!"
Seeing his proud look, Xiaomin even stopped eating oranges, her face full of envy: "Brother Sanyong, tell me, how come you are so good at this? The last time we made sweet and sour pork, this is it!"
He raised his thumb, made a "good" gesture, and waved it vigorously in front of his eyes.
"My second sister-in-law's father is the head of a state-owned restaurant. It's easy for me to learn a few tricks from the chef in the kitchen."
"Besides, I gave him some benefits. Master Wang taught me a lot of hard dishes."
"Why are you still embarrassing Chunxiu at home every day? Why don't you show off your own skills?" Lian Xiaomin pouted.
"Come on, cooking is all about mood. Even Hu Zi can't eat my cooking skills. He doesn't have that kind of mouth. Only you can do it!"
He glanced at the little girl who was full of anticipation and beauty.
Her semi-long hair was barely tied up at the back of her head, with a lot of long hair in front scattered on both sides of her fair cheeks. Her delicate little mouth was grinning, showing her white teeth, and she was drooling so much that she was greedy.
I remember the last time she used these teeth to chew sweet and sour pork...it was quite endearing.
"What seasonings do you have at home? I need to see if there are enough..." Zhang Wenyong got up and walked to the outer room.
"Enough, definitely enough, it must be enough." Lian Xiaomin quickly replenished the seasonings, and several bottles and jars appeared on a shelf in the woodshed in an instant.
After a while, the man with long legs took a few quick steps and arrived at the door of the woodshed.
Zhang Wenyong pushed open the door and went in to look for things. He saw that the wooden shelf was quite well-stocked.
On the top was a small red enamel basin covered with a cloth. When I lifted the cloth, I saw a large piece of pork tenderloin inside.
There are some seasonings on the second layer. Well, it’s quite complete and enough.
He took out everything he needed and went to work at the stove in the main room.
Lian Xiaomin quickly ran to the west room, took out a small bag of rice from the cupboard, and handed it over attentively: "I want to eat rice..."
When it was getting dark, Lian Xiaomin lit the kerosene lamp, and Xiao Ya had already woken up.
Put the baby on the kang, let him sit on the pile of bedding and play with his little feet.
Xiaofu had already washed his hands and was kneeling in front of the table on the kang, smelling the fragrance coming from the table and inhaling it hard with his little nose.
"Jiejie, it's time to eat some meat, the Sanyong pot is so delicious!"
He grabbed the edge of the table with his little hands, his little mouth moving impatiently, staring at the large plate of sweet and sour pork on the table with his eyes wide open.
"Xiaofu, you can't chew this, I'll let you dip it in the soup to taste it, and here's the scrambled eggs that Brother Sanyong made for you, they're also delicious."
Lian Xiaomin scooped a small bowl of rice porridge from the small ceramic pot warming on the stove, mixed it with a little of the sour and sweet broth of sweet and sour pork and fed it to him.
Xiaofu squinted his eyes and ate with enjoyment. He took another bite of scrambled eggs, and his little cheeks kept moving as he ate bite by bite.
After feeding the baby first, Zhang Wenyong’s last dish, the candied sweet potato, was also served on the table.
"Wow, Sanyong Pot, the shreds are so long, is this candy?" Xiaofu was obviously full, but he was still craving for the new dish.
Zhang Wenyong picked up some sugar shreds from the sweet potato with chopsticks and put it into Xiaofu's mouth. It melted in his mouth immediately.
The little guy squinted his eyes and smacked his lips: "How sweet!"
Lian Xiaomin said, "Just taste it. Too much sugar is not good for you." Then she went to the outer room and got two bowls of rice, one small bowl and one extra large bowl.
The little boy was obedient. He stuck out his little butt and crawled over to the little girl to play with his sister.
The two people at the table picked up their chopsticks and started eating.
The pot-fried pork was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and sour in taste. Lian Xiaomin ate the meat in big mouthfuls and exclaimed in praise.
This is a classic among classics of Northeastern cuisine! How many people can resist this sweet and sour delicacy?
Eat two more pieces of candied sweet potato, wow, the taste is just right!
"Brother Sanyong, your candied sweet potato is really good. It's not soft at all and is crispy."
"Well, this sweet potato is not bad. It reminds me of the sweet potatoes you brought when we went hunting. They are sweet and sticky."
Lian Xiaomin thought that it was indeed different from the local sweet potatoes, but no one cared about these details.
Every household cooks sweet potatoes, wild vegetables, etc. into coarse-grain porridge, or makes them into pancakes with cornmeal. Few people cook sweet potatoes as a whole.
The two of them couldn't stop eating. In a short while, Zhang Wenyong had eaten two large bowls of rice, and even Xiaomin barely finished her small bowl, but she ate a lot of meat.
"Brother Sanyong, you are such an amazing cook, isn't it a pity that you don't usually cook anything?"
Lian Xiaomin finally put down her chopsticks, licked the soup on her lips, and said with a flattering look on her face.
Zhang Wenyong smiled at her and thought, you little bastard, you still want to trick me.
"What's up? What do you want to say?"
"That's what I think. You can come to me and give full play to your talents. Look, I'll analyze it for you. No matter how much you learn or how skilled you are, you still have to combine it with practice. You have to practice more, right?"
"It's okay, just practice at my house! I've bought all the ingredients for you, waiting for you to practice, and I can also help you try cooking or something."
Zhang Wenyong wiped his hands with the clean towel on the table, leaned his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and looked at the person opposite him with a smile in his eyes.
After a while, he said quietly, "Actually, I don't like cooking that much. I just seem to learn everything very quickly. Whenever I encounter something that interests me, I try to learn it... And driving, believe it or not, the first time I tried it, I just tinkered with it a few times and drove my friend's truck directly. Zhao Liming was so scared that he didn't lie down..."
"Also, when he was in school, he could remember everything he read, but he was almost there. Since he was little, my dad always said, 'I don't know what's wrong with San'er's brain.'"
"... Chunxiu always says that I don't look like the Zhang family, and my eyebrows and eyes don't look like my brothers. They all have thick eyebrows and big eyes, but I don't... I don't have similar preferences either. As for cooking skills, my eldest sister-in-law is a good cook, but the rest of the family are clumsy..."
"You are Nezha, Li Jing's most unusual son."
Lian Xiaomin suddenly stretched out her paw and patted Zhang Wenyong's head. His thick, fluffy hair was a little hard, neither long nor short, naturally covering half of his forehead.
Zhang Wenyong was stunned by her unintentional action. After two seconds, he burst into laughter: "You really think highly of my father and treat him as the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King. I have to tell him when I get back."
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