sixty little wife (MTL)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Wanxiu's cooking skills are so good

    The smell is really too seductive, and even the air has a greasy and salty smell. In addition, Zhao Guoqiang has just returned from the reclamation of the land. I am happy today, and I am less cautious than before, so I can't help it. asked out.

    Xu Wanxiu put down the plate of cabbage, she smiled and said, "Eating fried rice at noon should be the taste of fried rice." Then she went to the kitchen to bring out two bowls of fried rice and placed them on both sides of the table, "There is still a lot of fried rice in the kitchen. If you have fried rice, go wash your hands and come over to eat." In the

    past, when she cooked meat dishes, she would cover the doors and windows and cover the pots to prevent the smell of the meat from wafting out. Today, I am not afraid. With the name of the conservatory feast, it is not surprising that there is a meat smell.

    Zhao Guoqiang was silent, it was hard to imagine that fried rice could have such a fragrance. After going to wash his hands and sitting down at the dining table, he saw that the fried rice was different from before. The white rice grains were covered with brown sugar, and the grains were full, and there were also yellow fried rice mixed with them. Eggs, sporadic minced meat, can be regarded as the top fried rice.

    He picked up a mouthful of rice with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, and once again felt the rich aroma that he had just asked in the corridor. Perhaps the heat of the frying was just right, but the rice grains were unusually chewy and delicious.

    He realized in a trance that the aroma seemed to come from the brown sugar-colored soup.

    It is also brown. Xu Wanxiu prefers to call it caramel color. Zhao Guoqiang has never seen the color of caramel. In his lack of cognitive world, he can only find brown sugar color to describe it.

    Seeing that he was eating well, Xu Wanxiu smiled and said, "I made braised pork first in the morning, and when it was almost noon in the afternoon, it was heated and served on the table. This fried rice is fried in that pot of soup. Eggs and minced meat taste pretty good."

    This time it was Zhao Guoqiang's turn to be surprised, he looked at the woman in front of him, with a face as big as a palm, but her facial features were very delicate, with almond eyes and willow eyebrows, Zhao Guoqiang always knew that she was good-looking. The small dimples on both sides of the cheeks are always full of smiles on weekdays, and the eyebrows and eyes are curved. Just looking at them makes people feel happy.

    It was such a woman who told herself in an understatement at this time that she made braised pork. It was a state-run meal, or it was a special cook, such as a canteen cook who would only cook hard dishes.

    Zhao Guoqiang breathed a sigh of admiration, nodded in surprise and asked, "Really made braised pork?"

    As soon as he said the words, he knew that he had lost his temper, and Xu Wanxiu would not joke about these things.

    Xu Wanxiu didn't care: "Well, I didn't like to go out at home before, so I was thinking about the dishes at home." What

    she said was a mix of truth and falsehood. The original owner really liked to stay at home and didn't like to go out, but it was definitely not true. Thinking about dishes. But these are not important, as long as it can serve as a reasonable reason.

    "It's amazing." Zhao Guoqiang listened to the sincerity. It's not that he didn't doubt the authenticity of it, but now there is no way to verify it.

    But this did not prevent him from expressing his admiration. Braised pork has always been very popular, and it is also a rare good dish in the canteen of the military camp. Every time it is sold, it is quickly sold out.