Then I went to the front to inspect the stove and prepared to dry it with charcoal fire so that I could start cooking in the evening.
It should be pretty simple.
When she started work in the afternoon, she still stood there and recorded the number of people who came to work. Everyone had a notebook, and Zhou Yian needed to be careful not to lose it. Fortunately, she had space.
Otherwise, if you put it anywhere randomly, it may get stained, and it would not be good if one book is missing.
In the afternoon, another old lady came and wanted her to show mercy, and Zhou Yian used the same method to persuade her.
If nagging for half an hour is not enough, then she will nag for an hour. She doesn't believe anyone can tolerate nagging for more than an hour.
Watching an old lady fleeing back to her room, Zhou Yian was filled with satisfaction. He felt that he was truly a good socialist young man!
When I returned to the yard, I felt that everything was ready, except for the east wind.
Use a rolling pin to roll the seasoned meat filling into a rectangle and place it securely on a rinsed baking tray.
Zhou Yian quickly started to roast it. He first made a fire and used charcoal, which was the crude charcoal made at home.
The charcoal formed by the unburned firewood is just right for baking this.
The only thing that is certain is that it has a bit of fragrance.
But it doesn’t matter. Zhou Yian can eat it himself anyway, and this yard is a little distance away from other yards. It’s also good that there are no neighbors facing each other.
It’s hard for the educated youth next door.
It smells so good, but I can’t eat it yet.
Song Songbai moved her hands as she was making tools. It was indeed very fragrant. She didn't know how she came up with that idea.
After baking for a while, turn it over and brush it with some honey to make it taste better. After brushing it with honey, sprinkle some sesame seeds on it, just right.
Zhou Yian took it out with a cloth pad, cut it into small strips, and fed a piece to Song Songbai impatiently, "Is it delicious?"
Song Songbai took a bite and replied to her, "It's delicious."
"As long as it tastes good." Zhou Yian was very happy and quickly ate two pieces himself. It tasted just like that.
She is really a genius, Zhou Yian encouraged herself in her heart. The pork jerky is already out, so how far are the spicy strips and potato chips?
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