Chapter 100: Eat the soft stuff but not the tough stuff
"It's just spinach. You can eat more later. These spinach are very tender. I just came from, um, not that..."
Wu Aizhen was excited to scratch in the air in the air, but didn't finish the words, just ah ah ah ah a few words, eyes dodge.
Soon, his mouth started to be unforgiving again, "Why are you asking so many questions? The food is ready and I don't need your help. Just sit down and rest!"
As she spoke, Wu Aizhen directly took down the cooking pot.
The stove was also filled with unburned firewood, and it was this firewood that was filled with black smoke.
Meng Yao covered her mouth and nose and asked, "Sister-in-law, what else do you want to do?"
"What else are you doing? Isn't this all good? Food, glutinous rice, what else do you want to eat? The young lady's body, the maid's life!"
Meng Yao smiled and ran to the stove, pulled out all the firewood that had been licked in, and inserted it into the burnt ashes at the bottom of the stove.
I opened the window, opened the door, and dispersed the smoke, so that I didn't feel so choked.
Just as Meng Yao was about to ask Wu Aizhen what kind of porridge she made, she glanced at the soup pot from the corner of her eye and found that the outside of the soup pot was clean, as if it were new.
Obviously when I was cooking in the morning, the outside of the soup pot was still covered with a layer of ash from the bottom of the pot.
In rural areas, only the inside of a pot is brushed. The outside of a pot that has been used for a long time will be coated with a layer of ash. If the bottom of the pot is covered with ash for a long time, some people will come up with folk remedies.
In the morning, Qi Wenye said he wanted to clean the pot, but Meng Yao refused and asked him to let her come back to do it.
In such a short period of time, that little kid probably didn't brush.
So, who cleaned this pot?
Meng Yao turned his attention to Wu Aizhen, glanced at her, and shook his head in denial.
It can't be my sister-in-law Wu Aizhen. She just fried the spinach, and she doesn't seem to be a clean person.
Meng Yao thought of the villain who was also in the kitchen before and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
The villain takes the blame?
Meng Yao couldn't imagine Qingfeng Jiyue's villain looking like a scapegoat, but she couldn't help but feel so happy that she burst into laughter.
She couldn't help but look outside, looking for the villain.
Qi Boyan did not enter the smoke-filled kitchen. When he saw the current situation of the kitchen, he frowned and stood in the yard.
However, his eyes were always fixed on the kitchen door. Meng Yao looked over with a smile on his face, and his frown relaxed a little.
Jiang Wenlei was very eye-catching, but Qi Boyan didn't say anything. He temporarily put the things under the tree and waited quietly without saying a word before asking.
Meng Yao really felt that the villain in the book was not only handsome, but also had an amazing temperament, fresh and clean.
Meng Yao glanced at Qi Boyan a few more times, while Wu Aizhen placed the pot lid with a clanking sound.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Why don't you come over to help me? There's a lot of work waiting for me in the fields, and I won't be allowed to relax when I come back!"
Meng Yao couldn't help but stick out his tongue, "Here he comes!"
Wu Aizhen was preparing the dishes, so Meng Yao went to lift the soup pot. When he opened it, he saw a pot of thick vegetable paste.
Spinach, white flour, corn grits, stewed in one pot.
Meng Yao wanted to try it, but seeing the sticky vegetables, he couldn't take off his chopsticks.
"I asked you to help. What are you doing here? Start driving and delay things!"
Meng Yao was pushed aside forcefully and looked at the sky speechlessly.
Eating spinach with spinach in paste is so simple and convenient.
When she saw that the spinach was mushy, she could tell at a glance that it was stewed in a pot, and the stew was not yet cooked, and it looked still raw!
Meng Yao tried to discuss with Wu Aizhen, "Sister-in-law, this dish looks mushy and undercooked, otherwise..."
"Where do you see that it's undercooked? Where do you see it? Why do you find fault with the rice I cooked? Are you the only one who tastes good?"
Meng Yao watched Wu Aizhen spitting foam and spraying stars far away, and couldn't help but hide back and twitch her lips.
"No, sister-in-law, what I mean is that the paste needs to be cooked for a longer time to taste better. How about we fill it with water and cook it again?"
"You can do whatever you want!"
Wu Aizhen said reluctantly, but in the next second, she took the soup pot and put it on the stove again.
Meng Yao made another new discovery: his sister-in-law Wu Aizhen actually eats soft things but not hard things.