Arriving at the kitchen, Qian Chunhua first cooked a pot of rice, which was all rice, without any corn or millet mixed in. If you want to eat, let your family eat to their heart's content.
Qian Chunhua then took out the pork belly she had bought, cut it into pieces, blanched it, and prepared to make a pot of pork belly.
Everyone in this family, young and old, is starving.
Put oil in a pan, add cinnamon, bay leaves and star anise into the cold oil, and fry over low heat until fragrant;
There were no such spices at home, so Qian Chunhua took them directly from the space. Anyway, he was the only one in the kitchen now.
After the aroma comes out, add the pork belly and stir-fry together to release the fat and reduce the greasy taste;
Stir-fry the pork belly until both sides are slightly yellowed. Qian Chunhua then adds a few pieces of rock sugar, dark and brown soy sauce, and salt, and stir-fryes evenly to color each piece of meat.
Add enough water to cover the pork belly, turn the fire to high until the water boils, skim off the foam, then add the ginger slices, bring to a boil over high heat, remove a few pieces of wood, then turn to low heat and simmer.
While the pork belly was being stewed, Qian Chunhua took another large radish and prepared to make another portion of vinegar-braised radish for everyone.
In the winter in the north, it gets dark early. When the clock in the space shows 12 o'clock, it is completely dark.
The aroma of pork belly had already wafted away, and the three children were attracted to the stove, drooling.
Qian Chunhua opened the lid of the pot, took out four pieces of pork belly, put them in a bowl, and after they cooled down a little, he let the three children each eat one piece.
Qian Chunhua stuffed the remaining piece into Qian's mother's mouth.
"Mom, it's delicious."
Without waiting for Mother Qian to answer, the three children rushed to answer, "It's delicious, so delicious."
Qian's mother closed her eyes and chewed slowly, savoring the pork belly in her mouth. The meat was so soft and melted in her mouth that she was reluctant to swallow it for a long time.
Looking at everyone's reactions, Qian Chunhua smiled with satisfaction, her cooking skills have not changed.
Before traveling through time, Qian Chunhua was a good cook. Living alone and not wanting to eat too much takeout, she developed good cooking skills.
Stuff a few wooden sticks into the stove hole, turn up the heat, and when the braised pork has absorbed the juice, you can remove it from the pan.
By the time Qian Chunhua had finished cooking the pickled mustard greens, Qian Xingshan had also returned home.
Two large pots of food, one of pork belly and one of pickled mustard greens, were placed in the middle of the table.
Qian Xingshan opened his mouth wide, looked at his mother, then looked at his sister, "What kind of day is this? We had dry rice for lunch, and then something even more outrageous at night, a big pot of meat, better than during Chinese New Year."
"Eat quickly and try my cooking."
Qian Chunhua distributed chopsticks to everyone and served each person a bowl of rice.
Qian Xingshan no longer had time to be surprised. He picked up the rice and put it with the braised pork, along with the juice of the braised pork, and took a big mouthful of the rice into his mouth.
Qian Xingshan's eyes lit up, "It's delicious."
Qian Chunhua smiled and picked up the bowl, picking up a piece of pork belly for Qian's mother, "It's delicious, eat more. Mom, eat it quickly while it's hot."
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of braised pork for each of Qingfeng, Xiaoling and Qingsong.
Finally, Qian Chunhua picked up a piece for herself and put it in her mouth. The pork belly tasted just as she remembered.
However, for a body that lacks oil and water, Qian Chunhua almost cried after eating a piece of pork belly. She felt so happy.
With the addition of pork belly, the pickled mustard greens are not so popular anymore.
In the winter in the north, the only thing we eat is radish. We eat it every day and every meal, and everyone is already tired of it.
After eating a few pieces of pork belly, Qian's mother subconsciously tasted the vinegar-fried radish. She widened her eyes and asked, "Chunhua, is this really made of radish?"
Qian Chunhua smiled and nodded. Yes, this stewed vegetable with vinegar contained a lot of oil and must be several times more delicious than the boiled vegetable that Qian's mother made every day.
Qian Chunhua kept these words in her heart, picked up a piece of vinegar-fried vegetable with chopsticks, and ate it happily.
After seeing his mother's reaction, Qian Xingshan tried a piece of vinegar-fried yam and had the same reaction as his mother. He couldn't believe that such a delicious dish was made from yam.
"tasty."
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