The four children listened carefully to their grandmother's words and kept them in mind.
After talking about the issue of heat, Mrs. Zhao called the children to watch her cook, explaining as she did so.
The meat in the pot started to smell fragrant after a while, and with the sound of 'crackling, crackling', the oil from the meat exploded everywhere.
Zhao's mother was worried that the oil would splash onto the children, so she waved her hand and asked them to move to the side: "Stand at the back. It will hurt if the oil splashes onto your body."
Upon hearing this, the children all took a step back. Feeling safe, they spoke to Old Lady Zhao.
"Grandma, you have to be careful not to get splashed by the oil."
"good."
More and more oil came out of the fatty pork in the pot, and the "pop" sound became more and more frequent.
Lele heard the sound and said to Mrs. Zhao with some concern.
"Grandma, will the pot explode?"
"No, every household has a pot. If you can make deep-frying with just the oil, how many households would have deep-frying?"
"Okay, just look at the meat, it's fine when it's cooked like this. This isn't pork fat, so you can't cook it for too long. It will become hard if you cook it for too long."
"Then why can pig fat be boiled for a long time without becoming hard?"
"Leg fat has no skin and no lean meat, so it tastes crispy and fragrant. But fat is different. It's hard to chew after being boiled for too long."
After Mrs. Zhao finished talking to her grandchildren, she continued.
"Okay, pour the oil we boiled into the oil tank, then take out the meat, and then stir-fry the vegetables."
"Xiao Guang and grandma will do it together. You three stand aside and watch carefully."
"good."
Lin Xuguang listened to his grandma's words and took one step at a time. After he put the vegetables into the pot, a "sizzling" sound was heard. He was so surprised that he almost dropped the spatula.
Fortunately, he quickly calmed down, listened to his grandmother, and started to stir the vegetables in the pot.
Lin Xuhui and An Anlele, who were standing by, shrank together in fear at what their older brother did.
They didn't understand why grandma could do the same movements so smoothly.
But when it comes to the big brother, it looks so strange and scary.
Mother Zhao also saw Lin Xuguang's little trick, but she didn't say anything. After all, it was the first time, and she would get used to it in the future.
"That's enough, that's enough, don't keep stirring it, you have to give it a chance to stick to the pan, otherwise, when will it be cooked if you keep stirring it like this?"
"Only vegetables can withstand your flipping. If it were tofu, wouldn't it all be rotten?"
Hearing this, Lin Xuguang looked at his grandma with a somewhat embarrassed look and smiled.
A moment later, under the command of Mrs. Zhao, a plate of hot vegetables came out of the pot. When Lin Xuguang saw the vegetables he had fried, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
The three younger brothers also gathered around and praised their older brother highly.
When Lei Zhenzhen and the others came over, they found out that the dish of vegetables was cooked by the eldest son, and they looked at Lin Xuguang with praise.
"Xiao Guang is much better than your father."
Lin Muchen nodded in approval: "Yes, he is better than me. It's hard for me, your dad, to make porridge."
"That's right. I don't know why. We follow the same steps, but the results are so different."
When Si Yueyue listened to her sister and brother-in-law's words, she also thought of Lei Zhen, who had studied for so long but could only make porridge.
It is indeed as Lei Zhenzhen said, the steps are obviously the same, but the final products are very different.
Maybe everyone has his own touch, just like singing, everyone sings with his own unique voice.
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