What kind of person was a meme? Even though she was only eight years old, and Qin Huiru did not go to work, and her education was not as bad as it had been in the past, she was still a lot worse when she followed Jia Zhangshi.
Without meat to eat, he was unhappy.
Even though Qin Huairu was a kind mother, she shook her head unhappily and threw a tantrum."No, I want to eat meat. I want to eat meat now.”
Little Dang, who was already four or five years old, also started to make a scene."I want to eat meat too, Mom, I want to eat meat too…"
Qin Huairu immediately felt a headache coming on. Jia Zhangshi was also unhappy. Usually, there was no smell of meat in the courtyard, so she could just lie to herself and get over it.
But now, the aroma of the meat had aroused her craving. Jia Zhangshi, who had always had enough of everything, was even more displeased when she heard Qin Huairu's words. She said,"
" You're a woman. Can't you think of a way to get some from that little bastard Chen Jianjun? There are only two of them. How can they eat so much? I've seen that the pork trotters and ribs are several kilograms..."
Qin Huairu was not yet a white lotus, but occasionally, when He Yuzhu brought back some meat, he would come to ask for some. He would never return empty-handed.
Every time there was trouble at home, she would need to step in.
However, Chen Jianjun was different from He Yuzhu. She could feel it.
Qin Huairu knew exactly what He Yuzhu thought and what kind of person he was.
Chen Jianjun was different. Although he was still young when she married him, she could not grasp what kind of person he was.
Qin Huairu was confident that she could get some food from He Yuzhu.
However, she had no confidence in Chen Jianjun.
Qin Huairu looked at her husband helplessly. However, Jia Dongxu also hoped that Qin Huairu would give it a try, so he did not say anything.
Qin Huairu immediately understood and could only say helplessly,""I'll go over and take a look later."
When Qin Huairu said this, the group of people in the house instantly quieted down.
However, Jia Zhang-shi continued to mutter as she smelled the fragrance of the meat. Her triangular eyes looked even more sinister.
Liu Haizhong, who was also in the backyard, was holding two eggs in his hand. He smelled the fragrance of meat floating from the corner of his house at a close distance.
Listening to Chen Jianjun and Yan Bugui chatting from time to time, Liu Haizhong suddenly felt that the eggs were not fragrant.
"Chen Jianjun, that bastard, he lives in the backyard and doesn't even know to invite me, his second uncle. He doesn't put himself in his eyes at all. Little bastard, I will definitely not let you off in the future.”
Liu Hai felt very unbalanced. No matter what, they were neighbors. The key was that he was the second uncle. Chen Jianjun was too bad at dealing with people.
However, it was precisely because they were neighbors that the Chen family and the Liu family were not on good terms.
On the other hand, the Xu family was much calmer.
Xu Damao, who had just returned from a movie in the countryside, brought back a chicken and some dry goods.
In addition, Father Xu and Mother Xu were moving out in a few days. Xu Damao simply killed the chicken and put it in the pot to stew.
Therefore, he was not envious at all.
The Xu family did not lack food. In this courtyard, their lives were the best.
Therefore, he had to be more balanced.
Even though Jianjun Chen didn't invite them, he felt a little uncomfortable. At least, he didn't say anything.
In order to make it easier for the flavor to enter the pig's trotters in the casserole and to make it simmer faster, Chen Jianjun specially cut the pig's trotters into smaller pieces.
The fire in the coal stove was also very strong. The soup in the pot of pork trotters had already begun to lose its juice.
The pork ribs were already fried, but the oil pot had not been touched. More than half of the oil was still inside.
Chen Jianjun was preparing the side dishes. He cut the tofu into pieces, shredded the potatoes, sliced the cucumber salad, and cut the cabbage. He also chopped a small piece of lean meat into minced meat.
There was nothing at home except for a large number of seasonings, onions, ginger, garlic, and other ingredients. They had all just been bought from the supply and marketing cooperative.
At the same time, there were also many condiments that Chen Jianjun brought back from school.
There was sweet and sour soy sauce, even oil, and some sauce.
On the table beside the stove, there were all kinds of seasonings. They were not much less than those in the kitchen of restaurants during this period.
When Chen Jianjun had prepared all the dishes, the pig trotters began to collect the sauce.
The pot of soup had been boiled dry. Because there was not enough time, although the pig's trotters were not rotten enough, they were almost done.
Chen Jianjun scooped up the pig trotter, picked out the aniseed, then drained the pig trotter and threw it into the oil pan.
Boiling oil splashed everywhere.
Yan Bugui, who was standing at the side, couldn't understand.
Why did he deep-fry the stewed pork trotter again?
Of course, Yan Bugui couldn't understand. In this era, there was no such thing as pepper and salt pork trotters. This dish was also one of Chen Jianjun's favorites.
The oil in the pot splashed everywhere. Chen Jianjun stood far away.
After the oil pot calmed down, he carefully used a shovel to poke open all the pig's feet in the oil pot to prevent them from sticking together.
After two minutes, all the pork trotters were charred. Chen Jianjun then fished them out.
He poured a pot of oil into the jar that he had prepared and wiped clean.
He poured the pork trotter into the pot, added the scallions and ginger, grabbed a handful of salt and pepper powder, and began to stir fry the pot. As the salt and pepper powder was gradually added, the fragrance of salt and pepper began to spread.
He picked up the pot and put it on the plate.
The first dish was ready.
Next was the sweet and sour pork ribs.
Moreover, Chen Jianjun specially put an apple in the sweet and sour pork ribs, peeled it, and cut it into pieces. After the sweet and sour sauce was ready, he added it into the pot together with the fried pork ribs.
When Chen Jianjun picked up the pig trotter, He Yuzhu was in her room, using the table as a stepping stone. Through the high window, she looked at Chen Jianjun, who was busy in front of the stove in the backyard.
Seeing the pig's trotters in the oil pan, even He Yuzhu couldn't understand.
However, when the fragrance of salt and pepper came out, He Yuzhu immediately understood.
He Yuzhu's cooking skills were not weak. It was definitely not something that Chen Jianjun's current cooking skills could compare to.
However, the most important thing was that although He Yuzhu's culinary skills were high, he had never seen the various dishes that were continuously invented in the future.
He had never seen sweet and sour pork ribs with apples.
Although he didn't know what the taste was like, he knew from the fragrance that it definitely tasted good.
He Yuzhu didn't move. He looked at Chen Jianjun and quickly finished the next few dishes.
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