Chapter 22 No!

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 22 No!

When Xia Yuan came back, before he entered the courtyard, he smelled the aroma of oil, which was the smell of fried lard.

The closer he got to the stove, the stronger the aroma became. When he entered the stove, Zhao Yuerong was leaning on the stove, stirring the pot with a big wooden spoon in his hand. While stirring, he was still swallowing saliva.

There was already a lot of lard residue in the pottery bowl on the table.

Seeing Xia Yuan come in, the little girl wiped her forehead with her hand and said, "My husband is back?"

"Yes, I'm back." Xia Yuan responded, picked up a piece of oil residue from the bowl with his hands and put it into his mouth. It was crispy and fragrant.

It's a pity that I don't have rice at home, otherwise I would pour soy sauce on it, wait for the lard to cool down and solidify, then mix it in, then add a few grains of oil residue, and finally put a layer of chopped green onion on top.

tasty.

"Husband, is it delicious?"

“It’s okay, the texture is quite crispy.”

After saying that, Xia Yuan pinched another piece and threw it in his mouth. He glanced at the little Loli swallowing her saliva, so he pinched another piece of oil residue from the bowl and handed it directly to Zhao Yuerong's mouth.

"Come on, open your mouth."

The little daughter-in-law's face turned red, she opened her mouth and ate in, and then her eyes lit up.

Xia Yuan saw it interestingly and couldn't help but feed her a few more pills. Half of the bowl of oil residue was gone, but the little girl refused to eat any more, so he gave up.

He put his greasy fingers into his mouth and shuddered, then turned to look at a large piece of washed raw pork placed on the chopping board, and then took out the purchased fennel, nutmeg, aniseed, cinnamon, and ginger from the cloth bag.

, green onions and various seasonings.

Then he walked back to the stove. The stove at home was made of yellow mud. There were three pots in total, one pot was boiling wheat kernels, another pot was being used by the young daughter-in-law to refine oil, and another pot.

Xia Yuan lifted the lid and took a look. There was a large pot full of water, gurgling and tumbling inside.

Braised pork needs to be blanched first, and you need to use cold water.

Zhao Yuerong silently watched Xia Yuan's busy work. He saw him rummaging through a pile of things and looking at the boiling hot water in the pot with the lid in his hands. He didn't understand what he wanted to do.

After thinking for a moment, she asked in a soft voice: "Husband, do you want to take a bath?"

The hot water in the pot was used for bathing at night. Every time she cooked dinner, she would fill other empty pots with water.

When the rice is cooked, the water will boil, which can be used for drinking or taking a bath at night.

"I won't wash it now." Xia Yuan shook his head, looked around, stretched out his hand to his little wife and said, "Here, give me your spoon."

Zhao Yuerong didn't ask what he was doing. He obediently handed over the wooden spoon in his hand, took the spoon, and Xia Yuan opened the lids of the two small pots in the middle of the three large pots.

These are two small pots. The mouth of the pot is not big, but it is very deep. They are specially used to store hot water. They use the residual heat from the stove to keep it warm. The stored hot water will still be warm even the next morning.

He used a wooden spoon to ladle in the boiling hot water in the pot. This time, the little wife understood and asked aloud: "Do you want to use the pot?"

"Yes, I'm preparing stew."

"stew?"

Zhao Yuerong was startled. Although she was not necessarily smart, she was obviously not stupid. She understood that Xia Yuan meant that he would stew the meat.

In other words, he wants to stew meat.

Then the little daughter-in-law panicked, how could this be allowed?!

"Can't!"

The sound of this sentence was so loud that Xia Yuan was so frightened that his hands shook and he could barely hold the wooden spoon in his hand, "What's wrong with you? You were startled again."

"I" the little girl opened her mouth. She also realized that her voice was a bit loud just now, but she still said with a stubborn look on her face: "Husband can't stew meat."

"Why not?"

"Because my husband is a man and a scholar."

This reason sounds ridiculous to Xia Yuanguang, but it is in line with the values ​​of this era. He is a man and a scholar, so he cannot cook.

This is what the saying goes that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen.

Are you a gentleman?

That's right, at least he hasn't touched his little wife for so many days since they got married.

But a gentleman also needs to eat.

A gentleman also wants to satisfy his appetite.

Xia Yuan misses the spicy hot pot, the sizzling mutton skewers, the braised pork with red oil and red sauce, and all the delicacies of the future.

After traveling here for a month, the purpose of eating every day was just to fill his stomach. The thought of "having a good meal" tortured him almost crazy.

Several times when he was sleeping at night, he dreamed that he was eating a big meal. When he woke up in the morning, his pillow was soaked with saliva.

What kind of gentleman goes far away from the kitchen, bullshit!

The hot water in the pot was almost scooped out. Xia Yuan wanted to scoop out more, but the handle of the wooden spoon was grasped tightly by a small hand. Xia Yuan took out the handle of the spoon, and the small hand

Caught him again.

After repeating this several times, he finally sighed, turned to look at the stubborn little wife, and said in an extremely gentle tone: "Come on, little shepherd's purse, let go of your hands, be good, be obedient, and let your husband cook."

The tone of Xia Yuan's words coupled with these lines made Zhao Yuerong blush, but she still grabbed the handle of the spoon and refused to let go, and even looked at Xia Yuan stubbornly with her big clear eyes open.

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Xia Yuan decided to retract his previous evaluation of her. Underneath this little wife's timid temperament, she was actually a bitch.

"You probably can't cook the meat I want to stew."

"If I don't know how to do something, I can learn how to do it. My husband can tell me how to do it."

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The two looked at each other for a moment, and Xia Yuan sighed and chose to give in, "Okay, I'll go get a bucket of cold water, pour it into the pot, and then go chop the ginger and green onions."

"Um!"

The little Loli nodded heavily, her face no longer as stubborn as before, replaced by visible happiness. Then she let go of the handle of the spoon and ran outside to fetch water.

Xia Yuan looked at it with a complicated expression. Do all the little girls in Ming Dynasty love to work so much?
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