Feng Juan said frankly: "Qin Zheng has his own ideas. He doesn't care about other people's opinions when it comes to marriage. He has his own plans."
Sun Lan looked embarrassed. "I'm just concerned about Captain Qin. He's already over 30 and still hasn't gotten married. What if he ends up single? You should also persuade him not to be too picky when it comes to finding a partner. Just pick someone who's okay. Otherwise, when he gets older, he'll be stuck with no matter how good the conditions are."
Sun Lan pretended to be concerned, but in fact, she was implying that Qin Zheng was too picky in finding a partner, and if he continued like this, he would definitely be left alone in the future and would have to be single.
Feng Juan was displeased when she heard this. She said with a stern face, "Don't worry about me. You should focus on your future job first. This is the first time I've heard of someone taking over a stable job."
Sun Lan felt upset and ashamed because she lost her job due to laziness, so whenever others asked her, she would say that someone else had taken her place. No matter what others thought in their hearts, at least on the surface they all agreed with her.
Now that Feng Juan had pointed out the problem so bluntly, Sun Lan felt extremely embarrassed: "Auntie, what you said is really harsh. I'm already upset because my job is gone, and you still say this..."
"Honest advice always hurts. If you don't like it, I'll apologize to you." Feng Juan said casually, without any real intention of apologizing to Sun Lan.
Sun Lan also noticed it, and moved her lips, but didn't say anything.
Just as the water in the pot was boiling, Feng Juan stood up, picked up a large iron spatula, and began to skim the foam from the pot.
Sun Lan sat awkwardly for a while, feeling bored, and stood up to walk out, making an excuse: "I suddenly remembered that there are still dirty clothes for the children at home that haven't been washed. Auntie, you go ahead and do the laundry. I'll go back and do the laundry."
Feng Juan hummed "hmm" when she heard that, without raising her head, she lowered her eyes and concentrated on skimming out the spit.
Seeing that Feng Juan didn't say anything, Sun Lan silently left the kitchen.
Feng Juan glanced at Sun Lan's back from the corner of her eye and snorted inwardly. She knew Sun Lan had no ulterior motives for coming to her house. This person was too utilitarian, and everything she did had ulterior motives. If she saw that she couldn't gain any benefits, she wouldn't stay even a minute longer.
In order to avoid being disturbed again, Feng Juan simply closed the door to the outer courtyard and bolted it from the inside.
After blanching the pig's head, Feng Juan scooped it out into a large basin, cleaned the foam on the surface of the pig's head with warm water, and drained the water.
Clean the large iron pot, add firewood to the stove, and use low heat to dry up the water in the pot. First, fry the sugar color without adding oil. Directly add rock sugar and a small amount of water. Fry the rock sugar over low heat until it melts. When the rock sugar changes color to date red and starts to bubble, pour in half a bowl of boiling water and boil until it becomes thick. The sugar color is ready.
Put the fried sugar color in a small bowl and set aside. Wash the pot again and boil the water. Pour some lard into it. Then add ginger slices, scallions, various spices and dried chilies and stir-fry until fragrant. Then pour in boiling water, soy sauce, sugar color, white wine and salt to season. Bring to a boil over high heat. The flavor of the spices will slowly blend into the brine. At this time, you can put the blanched pig's head into the brine.
There is nothing much to do after that. Just sit in the kitchen and slowly add firewood. Cook on low heat for more than an hour and then you can wait for it to be served.
After waiting for more than an hour, the aroma of meat in the air became stronger and stronger. Feng Juan lifted the lid of the pot, and along with the rising white steam, a rich aroma of meat also came to her nose.
She poked the pig's head with chopsticks. The meat was already cooked soft and tender, so she could poke it through easily without any effort.
Feng Juan smiled with satisfaction as she fished out the pork head and placed it in a clean bowl, ready to let it cool before slicing it. She then opened the kitchen window to let the meat smell out of the house, preventing it from being too strong and making Yun Qiao vomit.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Feng Juan muttered to herself, thinking: Who is this again?
She walked to the door, unlatched it, and asked, "Who's there?"
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