The Food Guide of the little lucky girl

180 Iron-pot Stewed Goose

Seeing Ding Xiang like this, how could Song Yue really assign her any tasks?

　　"Okay, follow me if you want."

　　Only then did Dingxiang smile happily and chuckle, feeling very satisfied.

Zi Lian smiled helplessly.

　　An Jin also sighed frequently and said, "You are such a useless guy."

　　Ding Xiang retorted: "How can I be called a loser? Besides, everyone has to be successful, right? It is also very important for me to take care of the girl."

　　She said if they all went out to do something, who would take care of the master? She didn't trust others to serve her, and she would only feel at ease if she was waiting by her side.

　　An Jin laughed at her for being so sweet-talking.

　　Dingxiang didn't dare to contradict Anjin frequently, so she just hummed something under her breath.

　　Song Yue looked at the three of them talking to each other, and she didn't feel so lonely anymore.

　　I'm afraid I'll have to spend the New Year with them this year, but it looks like I won't be too lonely.

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　　After the old woman and maids had prepared the two geese, Song Yue began to show her skills.

　　The ingredients include aniseed, cinnamon, bay leaves, cardamom, tsaoko, galangal, as well as the common trio of ginger, onion and garlic, dried chilies, rock sugar and rice wine.

　　Song Yue also asked the old women and maids to wash some of her favorite side dishes. She then heated up the oil in a pan, and fried the oil and rock sugar until the sugar turned brown. When small bubbles appeared, she added the goose meat and stir-fried it quickly, and it had to be slightly stir-fried until it turned brown.

　　Then add the dried chili segments and stir-fry until fragrant. Then add the onion, ginger, garlic and other spices and stir-fry for a few times. The aroma of the spices is so fragrant that it makes people drool.

　　Dingxiang, who came to help, was so greedy that she helped to process the lentils.

　　"Oh my god, this smells so good, girl, you are amazing, no one can cook better than you!"

　　Ding Xiang was extremely excited.

　　The maid who usually cooks also smiled and said, "Our master's cooking skills are great. I, an old woman, have been cooking for my whole life but still can't match his ability."

　　Song Yue stopped their flattery. She was praised every day and even someone as thick-skinned as her was almost embarrassed. These flatterers were really good.

　　"Hurry up and wash the side dishes. They will be ready for stewing soon."

　　Song Yue poured rice wine around the edge of the pot. With a "sizzle", the aroma reached a new level, making them scream.

　　“It smells so good.”

　　"Why does this wine smell so good? It's so tempting!"

　　"Hey, I've learned a new trick. Can I pour it on the edge of the pot?"

　　"Here it comes, the side dishes are ready!"

　　Song Yue watched as another little maidservant came running over here carrying a basket of vegetables. Her sleeves were wet and she was estimated to be around eleven or twelve years old.

　　She asked Dingxiang to take it and put it aside for future use, then turned around and told the little maid to go back first, "Go change your clothes, don't catch a cold."