I started to cook my first meal here, hand-rolled noodles, and cut the lard into pieces and put it in to refine.
Fortunately, neither Zhan Xinlan nor Liang Cong are responsible parents and rarely cook for her at home.
She either ate in the textile factory canteen or cooked her own food at home.
Liang Su’s cooking skills are acquired through his own taste.
The noodles she rolled out were wide noodles. When her grandmother was still alive, she had an old sister from the north who often made oil-splashed noodles.
Add some chili peppers, pour some hot oil on it, and mix it together. It’s so delicious.
In addition to a bowl of noodles, Liang Su also added a poached egg for himself, and the meal was completed simply.
After eating the oil-splashed noodles, she washed the dishes.
I was worried that the ribs would not be fresh, so I had to stew the lotus root first.
I left a small piece to stir-fry.
Standing by the stove, smelling the aroma of the pork ribs and lotus root soup, she couldn't help but feel greedy.
It smells really good.
"It smells so good. What are you stewing?" Liu Qian walked in.
Liang Su said, "Why are you here again?"
"I don't actually have many friends in Bali Village. Can't I just talk to you?"
Liang Su smiled and said, "Pork rib soup, would you like a bowl?"
Liu Qian was greedy, but she didn't feel comfortable eating other people's meat.
"Just give me a small bowl of soup. I don't eat meat."
Liang Su served a bowl and put two pieces of pork ribs in it for her.
"Eat it."
Liu Qian chuckled and took a sip.
"Wow, that's delicious! You city people cook your own food! I thought the educated youth in the city were supposed to have everything they wanted."
At least that's what she'd seen before.
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