Song Chun felt relieved to leave his stepfather to accompany Su Mo.
If I can rely on my biological father, can I rely on my stepfather?
If he wants to be beautiful, can he concentrate on studying?
And this general, how old is he? You are already old and still want to marry his beloved sister? Unless there is an imperial decree, forget it.
Back then, his biological father drove his mother away without mercy, which had already left a shadow in his heart.
Watching her brother leave in a hurry, Song Jinxiu looked up at the sunset in the sky. "Well, I'll just have to take it one step at a time. It's better to rely on myself than on a man. Only relying on myself is the most reliable. Isn't that right?"
However, you still have to hug the thighs that you should hug, and you still have to borrow the east wind that you should borrow.
Back in the front yard, at the entrance to the living room, my brother's Xiao Si Xiao Jiu was guarding the door: "Master said men should talk, please let the young lady in."
Song Jinxiu was depressed: Why is there still gender discrimination at home?
She secretly lay down to look inside through the crack in the door, but was pulled aside by her mother.
"Let's talk about other things first. Since they sent us floating tickets, we have to provide a meal. Go ask Cheng Hu if they have any game at home and buy some back."
Song Jinxiu: "Does 놊놆 have servants? Why do you want me to go?"
Tian Xinghua: "What? Did I touch you?"
Well, she was wrong today, and both of her bosses at home were in a bad mood. Song Jinxiu had no choice but to go to Cheng Hu's house in the back street.
I don't know what the old patriarch, Zhang Bangchui, my brother and Su Mo talked about behind closed doors.
After Song Jinxiu came back with two pheasants, several people were watching the children practicing martial arts in the yard as if nothing had happened.
I took a few glances but didn't see anything unusual.
Song Jinxiu then carried the pheasant to the kitchen, just in time to see the servants chopping the meat.
Song Jinxiu asked, "Do you want to eat dumplings today?"
"놊놆, Madam made fried meatballs with soybeans."
Song Jinxiu glanced at the half-filled pot of soybean oil beside her, her eyes twinkling, and said, "Make room for a pot for me, and I'll cook the food myself."
The eldest daughter cooked herself, and everyone was very curious. They gathered around to watch.
Even Jinfang and Qiu came over to watch.
Tian Xinghua stood at the kitchen door, frowning as she looked at her eldest daughter who was busy at the stove.
It is said that girls tend to stay together when they grow up, but how old is this child?
She hasn't seen the child cook since she came back.
But look at her today. She complained about the smoke, the dirtiness of the ash, and she even refused to wear an apron. She frys, stir-fries, and deep-frys. Does she know how to cook?
Why did you cook before?
Tian Xinghua glanced at Su Mo who was instructing the children in martial arts. Is this man so good?
Tian Xinghua felt very upset because her daughter cooked for a man.
Song Chun also had the same taste.
He was really disappointed. This sister just said that she would listen to her brother in everything.
Then who was she cooking for, for the first time in her life?
Is this to let him know how much she likes this guy?
Song Chun asked his younger brother to invite the village head to their home for dinner, and Xiao Qiu trotted away.
Soon, the head of the village came and exchanged greetings with Su Mo again.
One after another, novel and beautiful dishes were served on the table. Everyone was stunned by what they saw, but Tian Xinghua and Song Chun felt upset.
Seeing Song Jinxiu sitting down next to Su Mo.
Song Chun finally couldn't help it, "What are you doing sitting here? Go back to the house and eat."
Song Jinxiu winked at him and whispered, "Brother, don't make trouble. I have to tell you the names of the dishes."
Song Chun:……
Song Jinxiu first picked up a meatball for the old patriarch, "Grandpa, I made this myself, try it, how does it taste?"
The old patriarch took it with a smile, took a bite, and nodded, "Hmm, it tastes good."
She smiled and invited the head of the village to eat again. The head of the village praised him very much. And invite the guests to pick up their chopsticks and eat.
Song Jinxiu then pointed at the shredded pork with fish flavor and said to Su Mo with a smile, "Try this. Shredded pork with fish flavor, fried in soybean oil."
The fish-flavored shredded pork is sour and spicy, with the right amount of salty and sweet. More importantly, the shredded pork is smooth, tender, fragrant and greasy.
"The cooking is excellent and delicious." Su Mo praised repeatedly.
Song Jinxiu pointed to another dish and said, "Try this. Chinese cabbage and pork slices. Fried with soybean oil."
The bok choy is light and refreshing, while the meat slices are fatty and greasy.
Su Mo gave a thumbs up, "Delicious."
I didn't expect that this girl has cooking skills. Yes, she is comparable to the imperial chef. Su Mo's eyes lit up when he looked at Song Jinxiu.
This girl really gave him endless surprises.
Song Chun stared at Old Song's peach blossom eyes: You are flirting with each other again, there are so many people sitting in this room? Could you just be more restrained?
The village head blinked his eyes: What’s going on? Did he miss something?
The old patriarch blinked his eyes and said, "What are you thinking about, little girl?
Song Jinxiu pointed at the fried eggs with chives and said, "Try this and guess what it's made of?"
Su Mo took a bite and loved the taste and texture.
"It looks like an egg, but why is the egg so soft and doesn't taste like lard? How did you make it?"
"It's very simple, just stir-fry it with soybean oil. Delicious?"
Su Mo was in a good mood, smiling, "Yes, it is indeed delicious, comparable to the imperial chef's."
Song Jinxiu pointed at the dishes on the table proudly and raised her eyebrows at Su Mo.
"This, braised eggplant, fried in soybean oil. Vegetarian dishes, fried in soybean oil. Twice-cooked pork, fried in soybean oil. All of these dishes are fried in my soybean oil."
Song Chun was getting more and more depressed: Does this girl want to be beaten? Who are you winking at?
The old patriarch's eyes were bright and restrained. He glanced at Chun and signaled him to be patient.
Su Moxiao finally came to his senses.
The little girl kept saying that it was fried with soybean oil. It seems that soybean oil is the key to making this dish delicious.
"What is soybean oil?"
Song Jinxiu: I'm waiting for you to say this
“Of course it’s extracted from soybeans.”
Yu 놆 Song Jinxiu talked about the soybean oil extraction process.
"My method has a high oil yield from soybeans, about 5%. If you use rapeseed, sesame, or rapeseed, the oil yield is even higher. Up to about 5%!"
Although Su Mo had stayed in Hidden Sect for many years, as a superior under him, he quickly discovered the important information in Song Jinxiu's words.
The education he received since childhood made him know that there are regularities in governing a country and that benefiting the people is the basis. If soybean oil is done well, it will benefit the people's well-being.
He tasted the dishes one by one and listened carefully to the little girl talking about oil extraction and the benefits of vegetable oil.
Talk about the oil yield of sesame oil and rapeseed oil.
Speaking of other things, soybeans can be used to extract oil, which is a discovery that benefits both the country and the people.
Because the yield of soybeans in Cangwu is very considerable. Although the oil yield of 100% soybean is not as high as that of sesame, it can make up for the high yield of soybean!
"Are you sure that your oil extraction method can produce about 50% oil from soybeans?"
"Of course. Xin, I'll take you to visit my own oil press."
"Okay, let's eat. I'll go take a look first."
Su Mo said this, put down his chopsticks and stood up.
This is what soldiers do, vigorous and resolute.
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