Today, Mei Cuiping is not only not angry, but also agrees with Yun Aiguo's words.
"The noodle soup cooked by Mianmian is indeed more delicious than the noodle soup cooked by grandma. How does Mianmian cook it? Can you teach grandma?"
After Yun Aiguo got over his addiction, he was still waiting to be kicked by his wife. Suddenly, when he heard Mei Cuiping say this, he was so shocked that he almost dropped the chopsticks in his hand.
Yun Yongcheng also had a surprised expression on his face.
After Mianmian came, my mother changed a lot!
Yun Mian also felt that the potato dumpling soup he stewed this morning was particularly fragrant. In the previous life, the dumpling soup he stewed with eggs and ribs was not as fragrant as today. His cooking skills have not improved much compared to his previous life. The only difference is that now
The pimple soup this morning was stewed with the spiritual spring water in the space.
It must be the spiritual spring water that enhances the taste of the food.
After finding the reason, an idea flashed in Yun Mian's mind.
Lingquan water can make food delicious, so can she use Lingquan water to make delicious food and help her grandparents and dad make money?
In the early 1980s, the country had just opened up self-employment, and there was not much competition. Maybe you could make money by setting up a stall in Huangshi Town.
Yunmian kept this idea in his heart for the time being.
At present, the most important thing is to let her grandparents and father keep her and adopt her.
Seeing that grandma suddenly became like a studious baby, staring at him expectantly, Yunmian pretended not to understand anything, and replied with a sweet voice: "Grandma, I just made it randomly. I heated the pot and put it in
Pour in the oil, and when the oil is hot, put the potato slices into the pot and stir-fry, then add three ladles of water into the pot to stew the potato slices. When the soup in the pot boils, I knead the noodles into lumps and throw them into the soup to cook.
"
Mei Cuiping felt that this was no different from what she made, but why wasn't the one she made so delicious?
"It's that simple?"
"Well, it's that simple."
Yun Mian nodded heavily.
"By the way, grandma, I used half corn flour and half flour."
"Mianmian, did you use the corn flour in the vat?"
"Well, I saw that those corn flour and flour were put together and some were used."
Mei Cuiping raised her hand and patted her forehead.
"That corn meal is used to feed the chickens."
A litter of chickens had just been born at home. The chickens were too tender to eat rice bran, so Mei Cuiping went to the mill to grind some corn flour to feed the chickens.
The corn flour fed to chickens has not been peeled off and is much coarser than flour.
Yunmian's answer shocked Mei Cuiping.
She had been cooking for decades, but she couldn't make the soup taste like this morning with all the flour.
This little girl is either a cooking god or a little fairy.
Mei Cuiping's eyes suddenly brightened as she stared at Yun Mian, her eyes full of love for Yun Mian.
"Grandma, grandpa, uncle, if you like to eat the food I cook, I will often cook it for you in the future."
"Mianmian is so filial. With Mianmian's words, grandma is satisfied."
Mei Cuiping suddenly put down her chopsticks, stood up and walked out with a smile.
Yun Yongcheng glanced at the bowls and chopsticks she put down.
"Mom, you haven't finished eating yet, where are you going?"
Mei Cuiping's words came from outside the door.
"Mianmian is growing, so she cannot lack nutrition. I will go to the chicken coop to pick up an egg and put it in the stove to burn."
There was another burst of chickens and eggs beating in the yard. After a while, Yun Aiguo and his son saw Mei Cuiping walking into the kitchen carrying seven or eight eggs.
Yun Aiguo: "Are you picking up all the eggs in the henhouse and not hatching any more chicks?"
"If we don't want to hatch them anymore, these eggs will be given to Mianmian first. When there are eggs later, we will hatch the chicks."
This chapter has been completed!