Deng Fangping shook her head, "That unlucky kid, all he knows is eating. Chu Yu, you too, making money is a good thing, but your sister's surgery fees are still unsettled, so you need to be more frugal and not give them so much pocket money."
Chu Yu handed her the meat, and Deng Fangping's eyes widened. "Why did you buy meat? This must be two pounds! What were you thinking?!"
This year, my family only ate one pound of meat during the Spring Festival, and we even used half a pound of meat to make oil. It's not a holiday, and people in the countryside usually don't buy meat. But Chu Yu cut two pounds of meat at once, and it was top-quality pork leg meat. How much does that cost?
Deng Fangping felt bad about the money, but Chu Yu smiled and took the meat into the kitchen.
"Don't worry, Auntie! You won't go broke from eating or dressing, but you will if you don't plan ahead! I know how much I earn and spend, and I won't let myself go hungry because of these two pounds of meat."
The young girl was shy, so Deng Fangping didn't dare to continue, but she still felt that they should be frugal in their daily lives.
Even if Chu Yu can make money, her sister-in-law has three children, and life won't be easy without some money, right?
In her previous life, Chu Yu's mother ran a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop. She supported Chu Yu's education by running a small shop next to a middle school. Chu Yu often went to the shop to help out, and over time, she learned her mother's roujiamo making skills.
She wanted to make a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).
First, put the pork leg meat with alternating layers of fat and lean meat in a pot to braise. After it's cooked, add soy sauce and salt and simmer over low heat. Then, add a few washed eggs.
She rolled up her sleeves, intending to make a pancake, but then froze. In her past life, her mother made Lao Tongguan Roujiamo (a type of Chinese sandwich), and the pancake crusts for that kind were all bought ready-made. She really didn't know how to make it.
"What's wrong? What's troubling you like this?"
Deng Fangping came in with a smile, but her niece's furrowed brows made it seem like the sky was about to fall, which was inexplicably funny.
“I want to make a kind of cookie, but the outer shell is a layered, textured, crispy crust, and I don’t know how to make it.”
After thinking it over, Deng Fangping thought, "Why don't I give it a try?"
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