Shen Jiaojiao was jealous and hid in the crowd to observe Shen Qingqing, like a dark mouse who could only secretly watch other people's happiness.
Shen Qingqing was not a fool, so she could sense the malicious gaze, and she saw from the corner of her eye that it was Shen Jiaojiao. She didn't know what the other person was thinking, and she didn't bother to pay attention, so she just pretended not to see it and went home with Zhou Yuanzheng.
After returning home, the two rested for a while. Shen Qingqing counted the day's harvest and then decided to have hot pot tonight!
Shen Qingqing went to the kitchen to prepare the food, while Zhou Yuanzheng went to the corridor to light a fire. When the time came, he would directly add the burning charcoal to the bottom of the copper pot, and then directly cook the food.
Since they were having hotpot today, Shen Qingqing didn't plan to cook spare ribs. She fetched cold water from the well to cool the ribs, and she sliced the pound of lean meat into thin slices and marinated it with seasoning.
The fresh tofu was smooth and tender, and filled with the fragrance of beans. Shen Qingqing cut it into pieces. She also put some dried goods that she bought today into the basin to soak.
She even specifically asked the guy from the supply and marketing cooperative for a large bone, which she then cracked with a hammer and put into the casserole to stew.
It was still early, so she picked some fresh vegetables, washed them, and drained them for later use. Shen Qingqing looked at the simple dishes and felt a little worried, thinking that there was not enough meat, but this was not like the future, where there were all kinds of meat dishes to eat. She thought with some regret that it would be better if there was some beef or mutton, and she didn't even dare to ask for tripe or pig throat.
But she was already satisfied with having enough food these days, because a pound of meat was a little too little, and she was afraid that Zhou Yuanzheng would not have enough to eat. She also washed some seafood she picked up at the beach and put them on the plate. Although the quantity was not large, the good shabu-shabu hot pot still tasted very good.
The bone soup here also boiled and had a good aroma. She didn't add too many seasonings, only salt and a few wolfberries and dates. After pouring the bone soup into the copper pot, Shen Qingqing called Zhou Yuanzheng to eat. The copper pot gradually heated up after adding charcoal fire. The milky soup in the pot was bubbling, and the hot steam was thick. A domineering aroma spread from the pot.
Zhou Yuanzheng had already smelled the aroma from the kitchen, and the smell made him salivate. Shen Qingqing looked at him with amusement, "Go and get the food out of the kitchen, clean up and get ready for dinner."
"Okay, I'll go right away!" Zhou Yuanzheng couldn't wait any longer.
The copper pot was placed in the middle of the table. The meat slices were cut as thin as paper and marinated. They were dipped in the boiling pork bone soup and immediately changed color. They were taken out and dipped in the sauce prepared by Shen Qingqing, coated with chili and sesame paste, and their mouths were full of fragrance.
Zhou Yuan was salivating, wishing he could swallow his tongue. Shen Qingqing missed beef and mutton more than pork slices, so she wasn't interested in pork. Instead, she was more attracted to tofu, fresh vegetables, and some dried seafood.
She loves spicy food, and although the soup base is bone soup, she added several large bottles of her own secret chili oil to her bowl. One bite was spicy, numb, and fragrant, and Shen Qingqing's mouth was almost swollen from the spiciness, but the spicy feeling made her feel satisfied.
The two of them finished their meal happily, and Shen Qingqing was still thinking that she would get a spicy hot pot base when she had the chance. Hot pot must be spicy!
After dinner, Zhou Yuan was cleaning up the kitchen and going to take a shower, and Shen Qingqing took this opportunity to slip into the space.
She suddenly remembered that in a short while, it would be the time when the food production on the island dropped drastically in the previous life, so she had to prepare in advance.
In the space, vegetables were growing well. Shen Qingqing picked up a cucumber and ate it. The cucumbers were juicy and fresh, and the sweet juice burst in her mouth. If she could have one like this in the summer, she would not trade it for anything.
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