It's December now, and the temperature is getting colder day by day.
Snow fell late in the capital this year, and by December, there was still no sign of it. On the contrary, towards the middle of the month, there were several days of bright sunshine. Basking in the sun on a winter day was the most comfortable thing. Qin Zhao simply asked Ah Qi to bring a recliner, and he held his chubby son in his arms while they basked in the sun in the yard.
As for Jing Li, he went out to buy ingredients early in the morning and went into the kitchen, not allowing anyone to disturb him. He even refused Ah Qi's help. No one knew what he was doing.
Around noon, a faint fragrance wafted out.
The little fish turned over in Qin Zhao's arms, raised his head, and said with sparkling eyes: "Wow——"
I can't lie down anymore.
Qin Zhao was also curious.
Jing Li doesn't know how to cook. He has learned a little from him and Ah Qi over the years, but he can only cook the food well without burning it.
He was very curious about what Jing Li would make for them today.
But the young husband had given a strict order that no one could peek into the kitchen before he came out, so Qin Zhao had no choice but to peel a grape and stuff it into the little fish's mouth to barely calm him down.
After a while, Jing Li finally walked out of the kitchen quickly.
He held a small stove in his hand.
This stove was used for boiling water and medicine. It was made of polished stone and was quite heavy, with sparks still burning inside. Jing Li carried it out so carelessly that he was almost unsteady when walking.
"What are you doing? Be careful." Qin Zhao was afraid that he would be burned by the fire, so he quickly stood up to catch him, not even caring about the blanket on his body falling to the ground.
With Qin Zhao's help, Jing Li successfully placed the small stove in the middle of the yard.
"It's time for lunch. Let's eat here." Jing Li, his face stained with cigarette ash, said hurriedly, "Watch the fire and make sure the little fish doesn't get into it. I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he ran to the kitchen again.
Qin Zhao was worried, so he called Ah Qi to keep an eye on the fish and the stove, while he went to the kitchen to help.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the kitchen was a mess.
Bowls and plates of all sizes were placed on the stove, the vegetables and fruits inside simply sliced and picked, still dripping with fresh moisture. On the chopping board nearby, a large plate of sliced meat was piled high, but the chef's knife skills were clearly not very good, with the cuts varying in size and thickness.
There was a pot of bright red broth boiling in the pot, and Jing Li was scooping the broth into a copper pot.
The fragrance they smelled outside just now must be from this pot of soup.
Qin Zhao looked at the chaotic scene, feeling a bit lost for a moment. He asked, "What are you doing?"
"How did you get in?" Jing Li frowned in dissatisfaction and sighed, "Forget it, help me take these dishes out. I'll dip them in the soup later."
Qin Zhao walked up to him and observed it carefully for a moment: "Is this mutton bone soup?"
"Yes."
"Why is it this color?"
"I added tomatoes," Jing Li said proudly, "and also fried chili and spices. Try it."
He took the spoon and scooped up a little, blew it cool and fed it to Qin Zhao's mouth.
Qin Zhao took a sip and said, "It's bland."
"Really?" Jing Li took the spoonful he had just fed him and tasted it himself. "It's not bland. I think it's just right."
"If you just want to taste the soup, it's fine. But if you want to dip the vegetables in the soup, the dishes will taste bland if you don't make the soup base stronger." Qin Zhao explained to him.
Jing Li suddenly realized: "I see."
While sighing, he went to the stove to look for the spices and seasonings that had not been used up.
As far as a novice is concerned, his soup is actually quite good. The soup is full of the flavor of lamb bones, and with the addition of tomato sauce and various spices, it is slightly sour and spicy, fresh and delicious.
It can be said that this is the pinnacle of Jingli’s cooking skills.
Because of this, even if Qin Zhao said that the taste was a bit light, he didn't know how to adjust it.
Qin Zhao watched Jing Li frantically for a long time, then sighed helplessly and took the food from him: "Let me do it, you take the dishes out first."
"Oh... okay."
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