Chapter 185 He Donglai, come over and make a fire (2)

——He Donglai, come here and make a fire.

Song Qingqian said this subconsciously.

I didn't think too much when I said it.

After all, she had spent the first twenty years of her life like this.

Some people cook, some people serve tea, and some people bring water.

Someone opens the door when you get on the bus, and someone carries your luggage when you leave.

She is just too used to it.

Song Qingqian never thought there was anything wrong with saying this.

Except, right now.

After the words came out of her mouth, realizing the strong commanding tone, Song Qingqian bit her lip in annoyance.

She was no longer a rich lady living in a luxurious villa, and He Donglai was no longer a servant in their home.

and……

She has no qualifications to talk to He Donglai like this.

While Song Qingqian was feeling remorseful, he had the words of apology on his lips, hesitating whether to say them out loud.

But at this time.

"Okay, I'll make the fire."

He Donglai was the first to respond.

The expression on his face was normal, and he did not show any anger at all because of Song Qingqian's orders.

It's like... a common occurrence.

That's right.

It's a very common thing.

He Donglai had seen other military couples getting along with each other.

The sisters-in-law who follow the army are usually loud and unrestrained.

There are very few people as gentle as Jiang Rou.

For example, the second regiment commander Zhao Guosheng and his wife Zhao Guifen.

He Donglai had seen Zhao Guifen several times, with her hands on her hips, pointing her fingers and shouting orders to the burly Zhao Guosheng.

"Zhao Guosheng, find those two bastards! If you can't find them within half an hour, don't come back! They just stir up trouble all day long! It's all because of you, the top beam is not straight, the wood below is also crooked!"

"Zhao Guosheng, where are you going? Don't you know that there is no firewood left at home? Go and chop some wood. If there is no wood to burn, you can't eat. You will starve to death."

Zhao Guifen was notoriously fierce in the compound.

But no one has ever questioned the relationship between Zhao Guosheng and Zhao Guifen.

So sometimes, some words, when applied to people with different relationships, take on a whole different meaning.

Compared to before, they were now silent and cold to each other under the same roof.

For Song Qingqian to be able to obey his orders was already a huge change.

While Song Qingqian was regretting having said the wrong thing, He Donglai had completely different thoughts in his mind.

Song Qingqian watched He Donglai walk into the small kitchen.

He was about 1.80 meters tall and sat on a small stool in front of the fire stove.

He Donglai's movements were very skillful. After just a few moves, a small flame had already started in his hand.

The man pushed up his glasses on his nose and looked at her with his dark pupils.

Song Qingqian felt a little nervous for no reason.

The fire was lit and she did nothing.

"Use a low heat. I'm not a good cook and my movements are slow. It's less likely to go wrong if I use a low heat. You... you wait a little longer."

This time, Song Qingqian's voice unconsciously became much softer.

He Donglai nodded seriously, "Well, I'm not hungry yet, don't be anxious, just take your time."

A bomb disposal expert sat in front of the stove and started a fire, turning the small flame into something as rigorous as scientific research.

Song Qingqian took out the chopping board and cut the wild onions first.

It doesn't have to be complicated.

Just three simple cuts and four sections.

Cut the roots and part of the scallion heads, part of the scallion whites, and the long scallion leaves into two pieces.

Each part is three or four centimeters in length.

After simple processing.

The iron pot on the stove is already hot.

Song Qingqian has seen Jiang Rou do this so many times that when she sees smoke coming out of the iron pot, she knows the pot is hot instead of just foolishly touching it with her hands.

She poured oil into the wok.

With a loud bang, he poured out probably a big bowl.

Jiang Rou said that there is no need to worry if you pour too much, because even if you can't finish the scallion oil, you can use it for cooking in the future.

So it was no longer a matter of "appropriate amount" or "a little bit". These ambiguous words made Song Qingqian feel much more at ease.

She was waiting in front of the stove, holding a shovel.

After some time.

Wait for the oil temperature to rise slightly.

“Put the bottom one first…”

Song Qingqian muttered to himself as he put the bottom section of the wild onion into the oil pan first.

Because the roots still have some moisture in them.

So as soon as it is put into the hot oil pan, it immediately makes crackling sounds.

He Donglai poked his head out and took a look.

He saw Song Qingqian's brows were furrowed with tension, but she still stood steadily in front of the stove without retreating a single step.

Her eyes were fixed intently on the green onions in the iron pot.

Muttering softly.

"Then, the green onion part..."

Song Qingqian picked up the green onions and put them in, stirring them gently.

The scallions and green onions are sizzling in the hot oil.

This step is easy to remember, just start from the root and place them one section at a time in order.

When the scallion heads and whites gradually become dry and brown, you can add the scallion leaves.

Scallions contain less water and require less time to fry, so they are added last.

All the green onion leaves were thrown away.

As it came into contact with the hot golden oil, the color changed to an alluring dark green.

【Green onion slices with pictures】

He Donglai controlled the heat very well, keeping it on low heat.

Song Qingqian saw tiny bubbles coming out around the hot oil, but there was no area that was burnt due to overheating.

In the iron pot, the sizzling sound continued.

The green onions started out dark green, then gradually dried up and turned brown.

[Slow frying with pictures]

At the same time.

A rich aroma of green onions filled the entire kitchen.

Smells so good!

Song Qingqian took a deep breath.

Jiang Rou was right. The scallion oil fried with wild scallions was much more fragrant than ordinary scallions.

The scallion flavor is stronger.

When the scallions in the pan start to look dry and withered, they are almost done.

Song Qingqian asked He Donglai to put out the fire first.

She waited for the scallion oil to cool down slightly, then took out a glass bottle containing the sauce that Jiang Rou had prepared.

Jiang Rou said that any dish cooked with this sauce will taste delicious.

The seasoning for scallion oil is also made from this sauce.

The ingredients of the sauce are very simple, just three parts light soy sauce, two parts dark soy sauce, one part oyster sauce, and one part white sugar.

The ratio of three:two:one:one.

However, dark soy sauce and oyster sauce are rare items on the island. Jiang Rou prepared them all and handed them to Song Qingqian.

Anyway, Song Qingqian can't tell the difference between dark soy sauce and light soy sauce, so this is the most convenient way to use it.

While the scallion oil is still warm, pour the sauce in.

The hot oil brings out the aroma of the soy sauce, while the soy sauce adds a salty-sweet taste, making it the perfect combination.

Finished these.

Song Qingqian scooped the scallion oil from the iron pot into an enamel bowl, deliberately saving it for later consumption.

At this time.

There was still some residual oil in the iron pot. Song Qingqian asked He Donglai to light the fire again, and she used the oil to fry two poached eggs.

When frying eggs.

Song Qingqian still couldn't control the heat well, and was in a hurry to flip the egg over before one side was cooked.

One of the yolks was broken, and the poached egg was no longer a beautiful sunny-side-up egg.

But she still made progress, only one of the two was broken.

She could give the unbroken one to He Donglai, and she would eat the ugly broken one.