Wan Feng walked happily towards his grandma's house carrying a few big fish. These fish were so big and too long that they would drag on the ground if he was not careful. He had to work hard to guide them with his left hand and right hand. When he walked back to his grandma's house, he was exhausted and gasping for breath.
My uncle was sweeping the yard, and my grandma and aunt were busy cooking dinner, both in the east and west pots.
It was my aunt who was perceptive. When she saw Wan Feng coming back with the big fish, her face was as bright as a blooming September chrysanthemum. She came out and took the big fish from Wan Feng's hand, leaving one for dinner and hanging the rest under the eaves.
Wan Feng walked into the room and saw his grandfather squatting on the kang, listening to opera on the radio with his eyes closed.
Wan Feng hates listening to opera the most. It's just a bunch of noisy singing for a long time. What's the point of listening to it?
He turned around and went back to the kitchen, sat in front of the stove and pumped the bellows for his grandma.
August 15th is an important festival in rural areas. Dinner is usually quite particular, and every family will have at least three or four plates and bowls.
Wan Feng pumped the bellows while chatting with his grandmother: "Grandma, someday I'll take you and me to the county town for a stroll. Put on your new clothes, and I'll make a new set of clothes for my grandfather so we can take some pictures of you. By the way, Grandma, have you been to the county town?"
Grandma smiled and shook her head.
Wan Feng felt sad. He had never even been to the county town at such an old age. This was not good. He must take his grandma and grandpa to the county town for a stroll on October 1st.
"Grandma, why don't you wear the new clothes I made for you?"
“Who am I wearing this at home for?”
"Let's just look at it. If we don't wear it anymore, it will become old clothes."
"I plan to keep it for the New Year."
"We'll make it during the Chinese New Year, and you can wear it when the full moon comes after dinner."
Grandma didn't answer Wan Feng and brought a bowl of green peppers. The next dish was stir-fried pork with green peppers.
Wan Feng looked at the chopping board and saw a small pile of meat on it, probably about two pounds.
"Grandma, are these meats all stir-fried with green peppers? Okay, now it's not stir-fried meat with green peppers, it's meat stir-fried with green peppers. This time I can have a good meal."
"Just know how to eat it. That's the total amount of meat that will be in all the dishes tonight."
"Ah! Grandma, you only put this little for so many vegetables? This is not enough." He bought five pounds of meat, although five pounds of meat is not much.
"Why don't you save some for later? You can eat it all. I'm going to pickle some."
When Wan Feng heard this, he thought, "There are five pounds of meat in total, and you still want to pickle some of it? How can we still live like this? This little bit of meat is not enough to fill our stomachs even if we put it in several dishes."
"No, grandma, I bought this meat to make a spoonful of stew. Don't save any of it to eat it all tonight. We can buy more later. Aunt, cut up the remaining meat. Aren't you going to stew beans over there? Cut the meat into bigger pieces and put more in it. It will taste better."
Zhu Yan's hands and feet were so nimble that she immediately fished out the remaining piece of meat and cut it into strips, ignoring her mother's contempt. She threw it into the pot and stir-fried it for a few times. She then poured the beans into the pot, stirred it four or five times, and then added water.
Just because my aunt stewed the beans in such a simple way, she would definitely be a lazy woman in the future. Wan Feng began to worry about Jiang Li.
Seeing that grandma was about to stir-fry the green peppers, Wan Feng quickly stood up and said, "Grandma, please don't let the spicy peppers hurt your eyes. Go outside and get some fresh air. I'll take care of this dish."
Grandma looked skeptical: "Can you fry it?"
"Just stir-fry it, that's all. That's easy."
Wan Feng pushed his grandmother out of the door because he was worried that she wouldn't be able to put in two pieces of meat, and then it would really be stir-fried pork and green peppers.
"Auntie, are there any dishes left?"
"Now, make scrambled eggs with leeks and stir-fried shredded potatoes. Finish your stir-fried green peppers. I've stewed the beans. I have the hairtail you just brought back and the stewed tofu left. I'm going to fry the hairtail in a pan."
Ah! Luan Feng, is that a hairtail? It's not a Spanish mackerel. I was wondering why it was so long.
Wan Feng is a bit color-blind when it comes to sea creatures, and usually can't tell one from the other.
Wan Feng didn't dare say that he mistook the hairtail for a Spanish mackerel, as he would be laughed at.
This means that there are now two dishes left that require meat, and fried fish certainly does not require meat.
Wan Feng cut the meat on the chopping board into two halves, cut one half into pieces and poured it into the pan. He wanted to eat meat with stir-fried green peppers, not stir-fried green peppers with meat.
When the meat is cooked, the green peppers are poured into the pot, and immediately a spicy smell rises.
Wan Feng quickly closed his nose and breathed through his mouth so that he wouldn't cough due to the spicy taste.
In his previous life, Wan Feng loved stir-fried green peppers with meat, so he often cooked for himself, so he had accumulated a lot of experience in stir-frying green peppers.
Seeing the skin of the green pepper begin to wrinkle, Wan Feng licked a little water from it, then added salt, soy sauce and MSG... If there was no MSG, then forget it.
He stirred it a few more times with a spatula and served it on a large plate.
After pouring water and washing the pot, my uncle just finished sweeping the yard and came into the house.
"Don't go, pump the bellows for me. The next one is to stew tofu. Don't you love tofu the most?"
Zhu Ping was actually anxious to listen to the tape recorder. Now he had his own tape recorder, so he plugged it in his room and hadn't listened to it yet.
Upon hearing Wan Feng's order, Zhu Ping sat helplessly in front of the bellows.
After pouring a little oil into the pot, Wan Feng threw all the remaining meat on the chopping board into the pot.
Zhu Ping's eyes widened: "So much meat!"
"Pull the bellows quickly and stop looking around. Do you think there's too much meat?"
Zhu Ping chuckled and said, "Of course the more meat the better. I'm just worried that your stew won't taste good."
"Tsk! Go and be secretly happy that you can eat the food I cook."
Zhu Ping curled his lips and said, "I doubt whether the food you cook is delicious."
It’s okay if it doesn’t taste good. In my previous life, I used to be a guest chef when I was doing things in the countryside, so stewing tofu is nothing.
After the meat was fried to 70% done, Wan Feng poured the cut tofu into the pot.
Grandma made the tofu herself by grinding beans for half a day yesterday. The quantity was absolutely sufficient, and Wan Feng poured a full small bowl of tofu into the pot.
As the saying goes, you need to boil tofu a thousand times and fish a hundred times. Tofu must be stewed for a sufficient amount of time so that the flavor of the soup can penetrate into the tofu.
This pot of tofu was stewed for twenty minutes, and the whole house was filled with fragrance.
"Don't mention it, your stewed tofu smells delicious." Zhu Ping finally began to take Wan Feng's cooking skills seriously.
"I used to be a master chef. You can enjoy the food I cooked in bed. After you finish eating it this time, you will have to wait until Chinese New Year to eat it next time. It all depends on whether I like to cook it or not."
"Have you ever been a master chef?" Zhu Ping questioned.
It seemed like he had let something slip, but Wan Feng didn't care and just made up a random remark to get away with it.
When the heat is right, lift the lid of the pot and carefully scoop out the stewed tofu and place it into two small bowls.
My aunt's beans have been stewed and she is making the last dish, frying the cut fish pieces in the pan.
Her way of frying fish is similar to grilling. She heats the pan without adding water or oil, then puts the fish pieces in the pan and grills them raw. It tastes very delicious.
After the fish was fried, dinner began.
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