Chapter 51: A Little Like
Fu Jingyou opened his mouth and asked slowly:
"Then I'll do it and you'll learn?"
Lu Miao nodded seriously, and his stern face finally showed some color.
Fu Jingyou can cook, but that’s just “how”.
He knows the process, but he is not proficient in it.
In the past, apart from eating at He Hongjin's house, he usually made mixed noodle dumplings at home for several days at a time and then ate them slowly.
Occasionally, when I have nothing to do, I catch some mud frogs to satisfy my hunger. There is nothing fancy about how they are cooked. The seasoning is just a few drops of oil, a little salt and two slices of dried chilies, and it’s pretty good.
Basically, just add some oil to the pot, pour in the mud frog meat, stir it, add some water and simmer it until it is cooked, then you can eat it directly.
Lu Miao had noticed his unfamiliarity since the last time he made turtles.
The mud frogs that are commonly seen in the village as snacks are actually good ingredients in Lu Miao's eyes.
Unable to bear Fu Jingyou's rough treatment, Lu Miao rolled up his sleeves, picked up the frog meat in the large bowl, poured in a little rice wine to marinate it.
"Are there any potatoes at home?"
Fu Jingyou hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Yes, I'll get it."
After a while, he brought a handful of potatoes from the front hall. They were very small, not much bigger than a thumb, and a little dry, flat and wrinkled.
Lu Miao's face wrinkled, a little disgusted, but thinking that food was precious, he didn't say anything:
"Small potatoes will do, too. Wash and peel them, then blanch them in a pot of water until they're half cooked."
Fu Jingyou asked, "No need to cut it open?"
Lu Miao glared at him speechlessly: "It's so small, if you cut it any more it will be gone!"
Fu Jingyou fell silent upon hearing this and did as she said.
Lu Miao was also busy. She had never cooked by herself, but she had a lot of experience in this area.
It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t have such quick knife skills, and it doesn’t matter if she can’t chop the garlic well, she can just slowly chop the green onions and garlic.
Lu Miao is spoiled and even arrogant in some aspects, but once she wants to do something or decides to do something, she can always calm down.
Perhaps it was because of this strong contrast that Fu Jingyou would turn his head to look at Lu Miao from time to time while he was busy.
After just two glances, he frowned again and looked away stiffly.
When a girl always appears in front of you, doesn't despise you, comforts you that it's not your fault, smiles at you, acts coquettishly towards you, and even tries her best to help you even though she knows nothing...
Fu Jingyou didn't know what normal people would feel or be in.
He only knew that when he was in the situation, the most real thought in his heart was this situation, and no one would not be moved.
But……
His brows were furrowed, forcing his double eyelids to appear even deeper. Fu Jingyou glanced at the dry and dirty potatoes in his hand, suddenly took a deep breath, and pressed the hand holding the potato deeply into the bucket.
A shriveled, ugly potato is not worthy of the beautiful bird perched on the branch.
Just like his meager joy, he couldn't easily show it...
If you want to maintain the status quo, you can't be detected.
Fu Jingyou didn't move for a long time. When he did, water splashed everywhere. Lu Miao couldn't help but look up, "What are you daydreaming about? Have you washed the potatoes? Your sleeves fell into the bucket!"
"oh……"
As if waking from a dream, Fu Jingyou hurriedly pulled his hand back and stood up. "I've washed it. I'll go get some rice."
Lu Miao snorted at him and continued to work on his own things.
He scooped up the rice and drained the rice soup through a basket for later use. He washed the pot and boiled water to blanch the small potatoes until they were half cooked. After Fu Jingyou finished his work, he turned around. Lu Miao, who had been waiting for a long time behind him, stuffed the prepared spices for the hot pot into his hands.
"Pour a little more oil, stir-fry until fragrant, then add the blanched potatoes and stir."
After Lu Miao finished speaking, he handed Fu Jingyou a small bowl:
"This is the sauce I prepared. After the mud frog meat is put in, add this as well. Stir well and simmer for a while."
Fu Jingyou took the small bowl, looked at the dark sauce inside and asked, "What's in it?"
"A little bit of salt, MSG, rice wine, and soy sauce."
Lu Miao counted the types of seasonings and tilted his head to look at Fu Jingyou carefully:
"Seasonings are still very limited nowadays, and this sauce can be used widely."
Although these are all common ingredients, this basic sauce can be used for dry pot, sauce-flavored or stewed pot.
Fu Jingyou thought that so many things were no longer simple, but on the surface, he did not refute Lu Miao's words.
He still remembered the last time he stewed soft-shelled turtle, and used almost the same ingredients.
Fu Jingyou took note of Lu Miao's words and thought to himself that if there was a next time, he would be the one to get these things.
He stewed the mud frog in a hurry, thinking that he would have to stew rice later. Fu Jingyou didn't stew the mud frog meat for too long before he put it into a large bowl. After washing the pot, he poured the half-cooked rice back into the pot and placed the large bowl on the edge of the pot to keep it warm.
As he put the lid on the pot, he turned his eyes and told Lu Miao in a gentle voice, "This makes it easier to heat up the food. Some dishes that are difficult to stir-fry can also be stewed until they are soft."
For example, if the soft-shelled turtle is stewed with rice, it can also be embedded next to the rice and stewed together.
Lu Miao nodded, indicating that he had taken note of it.
Fu Jingyou filled a basin with water. When Lu Miao squatted outside the door to wash her face, he turned around and went to the front room.
When Lu Miao wiped his face and entered the house, the small dining table and benches had already been set up, and there was also a bamboo basket on the table whose green color had not completely faded.
Lu Miao became curious and rummaged through the small basket to check. The basket was half filled with green fruits, very green ones.
There are also fine hairs, which make it look like a peach, but it doesn't look that way if you look closely.
"Fu Jingyou, what kind of fruit is this?" Lu Miao looked up at Fu Jingyou, her voice soft and tender, "Why are you ignoring me?"
Fu Jingyou couldn't stand her repeated questioning, so he was silent for a moment and said slowly, "It's Qingxing."
The end of May is a good time to eat green apricots.
Lu Miao's eyes sparkled as he looked at his back and asked, "Is it for me?"
"Um."
Fu Jingyou nodded sullenly, a little hesitant to look into those clear eyes.
He stood by the stove without looking back. He couldn't see Lu Miao's expression, but he heard Lu Miao laugh softly. The sound was light and joyful, like the wind chimes that he hung under the eaves when he was a child, swaying in the wind.
"Thank you, Fu Jingyou!"
Lu Miao's joy was pure and uncontrollable. Fu Jingyou couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and he also felt a hint of pleasure and joy in his heart.
But it didn't last long before Lu Miao let out a "yue".
Fu Jingyou was stunned, turned around to check, and saw that Lu Miao had his eyes tightly closed, his delicate little face was wrinkled, and he could vaguely see his cheeks twitching slightly.
At the same time, she was holding a green apricot with a big bite taken out of it...
He was a little nervous at first, but in just a second, Fu Jingyou couldn't help but burst out laughing.
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