After hearing what Lu Tianzhi said, Father Lu suddenly realized.

Lu Jiang didn't know about this, but his father knew it. He heard Lu Tianzhi tell him that day. He didn't expect that the girl who helped Lu Tianzhi escape from a group of children was Feng Qingxue! What a fate!

The most important point is that what happened that day showed that Feng Qingxue really didn’t care about the quality of the ingredients.

Father Lu's regard for Feng Qingxue increased even more. He was secretly glad that he had asked Wang Zhengguo to be a matchmaker for Lu Jiang even when Wang Jiao disagreed to marry him. Therefore, he kept urging Lu Jiang to cook.

"I'll go and help!" Although she was a distinguished guest, Feng Qingxue couldn't let others prepare the meal and then just sit at the table and eat.

The Lu family did not have a kitchen, but there was a simple stove built under the thatched shed outside the house.

Livestock were more noble than humans, and feed was often cooked in winter, so every production team had a stove in the cowshed.

There were two stove holes made of adobe, on which sat two iron pots, one large and one small, covered with wooden lids. In front of the stove were piles of firewood such as bush firewood, cotton stalks, corn cob cobs, and branches.

Lu Jiang was busy washing the pot and lighting the fire.

He had been in the kitchen when he was in the army, but he hadn't done it for many years and his hands were not very familiar with it. It seemed that he would have to pick it up again sometime in the future.

"You light the fire, and I'll take care of the rest!" Feng Qingxue tied on the black apron that Lu's father usually used to light the fire and cook.

"How can I do this?" Lu Jiang wiped his face, not realizing that it was covered in firewood ash.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "What's wrong with that?"

All the vegetables and meat have been washed and placed in large and small plates and bowls. Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are all prepared. Feng Qingxue's main task is to fry the vegetables and meat one by one.

She has not received any professional chef training and her cooking skills are just at the level of home cooking, but it is good enough.

Based on the Lu family's preparations, Feng Qingxue thought for a moment and quickly prepared a menu, which included braised wild rabbit meat, stewed pork ribs with radish, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and crucian carp soup. Radishes and potatoes were both common winter vegetables stored at home.

As for the other dishes and meat, she didn't plan to cook them all, but to leave them for the Lu family to eat later.

Lu Jiang sat on a cushion in front of the stove and made a fire. He picked up a few sweet potatoes and buried them in the ash pile under the stove.

The food wasn't ready yet, but the sweet potatoes in the ash pile were already ripe.

Lu Jiang used a fire hook to dig out the sweet potatoes, "Qingxue, you should eat first."

Rabbit meat was stewed in a big pot, pork ribs were stewed in a small pot, and Feng Qingxue was kneading dough in a sand basin, mixing cornmeal with sorghum flour and black flour. When she heard Lu Jiang's words, she turned her head and smiled, "Feed it to Uncle Lu and the two children while it's hot. I'm not hungry now, and I'm busy." She was busy putting a circle of pancakes in the big pot. The rabbit meat was cooked, and the pancakes were cooked too.

"Okay." Lu Jiang called his nephew over, "Take the sweet potatoes and eat them. Give one to grandpa."

The sweet potato was still very hot, so hot that Lu Tianjun, who had just picked up a sweet potato, switched his left hand to his right hand and blew on it. Finally, it was no longer so hot. He peeled off the black skin, which stained his fingers black, and the sweet potato revealed a white and soft flesh that exuded an enticing aroma.

Lu Tianzhi stood on tiptoe and looked into the big pot, "Aunt Xue, what are we having for lunch?"

It smells so good! Lu Tianzhi couldn’t help but take a breath, his eyes sparkling, and then he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

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They have been eating meals cooked by Lu's father for years, but his cooking quality is always such that the dishes are either half-cooked or burnt. The noodles are often boiled into a lump, with no color, aroma or taste at all.

Feng Qingxue put the last piece of pancake into the pot, covered the pot, lowered her head and smiled: "I cooked a lot of dishes, eat more later."

"good!"