Yun Aiguo said and gave Xiaofenduanzi a wink.
After receiving the signal from his grandfather's eyes, Yun Mian struggled to get down from her grandma's arms, blinked her still wet eyes, and carried her back with a milky voice.
"Lingyun Mountain has a braised flavor called "Mankouxiang". "Mankouxiang" is delicious and has an attractive color..."
"Mianmian, there really is an immortal who taught you the marinade recipe."
Yun Mian's small fleshy hands were clasped behind her back in such a precise manner that it was hard for Mei Cuiping not to believe it.
After Yun Mian finished memorizing, he looked at the surprised grandma and nodded while pecking at the rice.
"Well, the immortal grandfather is wearing long clothes, holding a feather duster in his hand, and his hair and beard are both white."
Mei Cuiping: "Is there a fairy with a feather duster?"
Yun Aiguo hurriedly explained: "The feather duster Mianmian mentioned is the whisk in the hands of the immortal, and the long clothes are Taoist robes or monks' robes. Mianmian also said that the immortal lives in the cave in Lingyun Mountain. Her grandma, you should believe my words now.
Alright."
"I believe it."
Mei Cuiping said cheerfully.
"Since the old immortal said so, let Yongcheng go to sea to do business, and the job of breaking the cement factory will be gone."
I finally convinced grandma.
Yun Mian breathed a silent sigh of relief, quickly climbed over the threshold with her short legs, and ran to the toilet to notify her father.
"Dad, grandma agrees that you go to sea to do business."
Yun Yongcheng came out of the toilet, hugged his little girl and kissed her twice.
"My Mianmian is so powerful."
Yun Mian winced because of the stubble on his father's chin.
Why do two people like to hold her face and chew on it today? Her face is not an apple.
After lunch, after Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju had tidied up the kitchen, Yun Yongcheng moved the big pig head split in half into the kitchen and prepared it for the stew.
Yun Mian and the mistress followed to the kitchen.
"Dad, you need to use a needle to poke holes in the big pig's head, as the immortal grandpa said."
Yun Yongcheng seemed to have forgotten this step, and Yun Mian reminded him with a sweet voice beside him.
"The immortal grandfather also said that before stewing, the big pig head should be scalded in boiling water so that it doesn't taste fishy."
Although Yun Yongcheng was a big man, he still knew a little bit about cooking. He immediately followed Yun Mian's instructions and borrowed two thick needles that fit into the soles of Mei Cuiping's shoes, and used the thick needles to prick the big pig's head with thousands of wounds.
Bai Kong, then follow Yun Mian's instructions, add white wine, ginger and garlic to blanch the big pig head.
After Yun Yongcheng was busy for a while, Yun Mian reminded him in a sweet voice: "Dad, the immortal grandpa also said to pour oil into the pot, put the rock sugar into the oil pot and stir-fry it until it bubbles, and then add the
Pour the meat and marinade into the pot and stir-fry until fragrant, then add water to marinate."
Yun Yongcheng was planning to directly add water to the pot and pour various marinades and soy sauce. When he heard what Fendanzi said, he quickly put the papaya gourd in his hand back to its original position, then turned his face and looked at it in surprise.
After taking one look at the little girl, she followed the little girl's prompts.
For a moment just now, he felt that his little girl looked like a chef.
Half an hour later, the low kitchen of Lao Yun's house was filled with the strong aroma of braised pork, and even the yard was fragrant.
"Small bottle, Yongcheng's cooking skills are good. Smell the smell of the braised pork. It's so delicious."
Mrs. Chu smelled the fragrance in the yard and praised Yun Yongcheng to Mei Cuiping who was squatting in the shade chopping wild celery.
The mistress snorted in disapproval.
"It's not Uncle Yun who's great, it's Fendudu who's great. Fendudu dreamed of the immortal grandfather, and Fendudu taught Uncle Yun how to braise the meat."
"Yes, yes, Mianmian is the most powerful. In our family's heart, Mianmian is the most powerful."
Mrs. Chu looked at her precious grandson, and the smile on her face deepened.
Yu'er knows how to take care of herself at a young age, which is a good sign.
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