NOVEL WEB The Big Farmer of Time Traveling
Chapter 057
Fortunately, summer is not afraid of cold soup. Many people along the way smelled the soup and asked what it was made of. This was exactly what Lin Xiazhi wanted. He stopped and told everyone what kind of soup it was and how it was made.
Boil white water with ginger slices, add thinly sliced meat, cook the meat until it is half-ripe, add sliced cucumbers, and add some salt when the meat and cucumbers are cooked. The method is simple and tastes good.
When Lin Xiazhi was talking about the recipe of cucumber sliced meat soup, he mentioned that the youngest Lin went to the thatched cottage to make trouble last night. The implication is that the family is poor now, and they can’t eat meat, so they can only buy some fatty meat to boil oil, but the youngest wants to eat meat, so the family is tight The belt of the trousers also needs to buy meat for the elderly.
Because Lin Xiazhi’s sliced meat was sliced very thin, and it was coated with a layer of sweet potato starch left over from making jelly today. After cooking, the sliced meat floated in the soup. Lin Erfang was filial. He bought some meat and only drank some broth. The meat was given to the old man.
"Grandpa, youngest, are you here? I'm here to bring you broth." Lin Xiazhi shouted at the door of the main house.
"What are you talking about?" The youngest Lin came out of the house dissatisfied. He heard what happened in the morning from Uncle Lin, and he was not happy in his heart.
"Yesterday I heard that you wanted to eat meat. My aunt hurriedly asked me to cut a couple of ounces of meat today. I brought it to you just after it was cooked." Lin Xiazhi respectfully addressed the youngest Lin. explain.
Seeing a lot of people around curiously stretching their heads to watch the excitement, the youngest Lin snatched the bowl from Lin Xiazhi's hand and said, "It's just a little broth, what are you doing so high-profile!"
The youngest Lin sprinkled some soup on the back of Lin Xiazhi's hand when grabbing the bowl. The soup cools down slowly in summer, but now the temperature is still quite high, and Lin Xiazhi's back of his hand turned red immediately.
Lin Xiazhi shrank her hands, lowered her head as if she didn't dare to resist, and said, "Youngest, this is the only soup bowl at home, you put the soup in the bowl at home, I have to take this bowl back .”
The youngest Lin muttered a few words in dissatisfaction. Seeing that Erfang honestly delivered the meat, he refrained from swearing, turned back and poured the soup into his own bowl, and then returned the bowl to Lin Xiazhi.
After delivering the soup under the witness of the villagers, Lin Xiazhi went back in a good mood. The hot spot on his hand was actually nothing.
When I got home, I fried lettuce slices with the leftover meat, picked cowpeas and blanched them in cold salad, and lettuce leaves were fried with vegetables. It was just three dishes and one soup.
The whole family ate this meal together happily. Since Lin Xiazhi took over the cooking at home, everyone's enthusiasm for eating has increased a lot. Although Li Xiu also wanted to make the meal delicious, he couldn't bear it. Put oil and salt, and the fried dishes are of course not so fragrant.
When the family was almost done eating, Lin Xiazhi told the story of delivering soup to the main house.
It was Lin Xiazhi who bought the meat to send soup to grandpa and youngest, and Lin Huzi also knew that he didn't want youngest Lin to think that the second wife would be good after receiving the broth, but thought that his father would come and take a look after he separated. I don't want to, and I only think of myself when I am doing work, and I still feel a sense of loss in my heart.
Lin Xiazhi didn't care about that, Lin Huzi and Lin Chengzu still had to go to Uncle Lin's field to help after dinner, there was no time for him to grieve for spring and autumn, and urged them to eat quickly.
Boil white water with ginger slices, add thinly sliced meat, cook the meat until it is half-ripe, add sliced cucumbers, and add some salt when the meat and cucumbers are cooked. The method is simple and tastes good.
When Lin Xiazhi was talking about the recipe of cucumber sliced meat soup, he mentioned that the youngest Lin went to the thatched cottage to make trouble last night. The implication is that the family is poor now, and they can’t eat meat, so they can only buy some fatty meat to boil oil, but the youngest wants to eat meat, so the family is tight The belt of the trousers also needs to buy meat for the elderly.
Because Lin Xiazhi’s sliced meat was sliced very thin, and it was coated with a layer of sweet potato starch left over from making jelly today. After cooking, the sliced meat floated in the soup. Lin Erfang was filial. He bought some meat and only drank some broth. The meat was given to the old man.
"Grandpa, youngest, are you here? I'm here to bring you broth." Lin Xiazhi shouted at the door of the main house.
"What are you talking about?" The youngest Lin came out of the house dissatisfied. He heard what happened in the morning from Uncle Lin, and he was not happy in his heart.
"Yesterday I heard that you wanted to eat meat. My aunt hurriedly asked me to cut a couple of ounces of meat today. I brought it to you just after it was cooked." Lin Xiazhi respectfully addressed the youngest Lin. explain.
Seeing a lot of people around curiously stretching their heads to watch the excitement, the youngest Lin snatched the bowl from Lin Xiazhi's hand and said, "It's just a little broth, what are you doing so high-profile!"
The youngest Lin sprinkled some soup on the back of Lin Xiazhi's hand when grabbing the bowl. The soup cools down slowly in summer, but now the temperature is still quite high, and Lin Xiazhi's back of his hand turned red immediately.
Lin Xiazhi shrank her hands, lowered her head as if she didn't dare to resist, and said, "Youngest, this is the only soup bowl at home, you put the soup in the bowl at home, I have to take this bowl back .”
The youngest Lin muttered a few words in dissatisfaction. Seeing that Erfang honestly delivered the meat, he refrained from swearing, turned back and poured the soup into his own bowl, and then returned the bowl to Lin Xiazhi.
After delivering the soup under the witness of the villagers, Lin Xiazhi went back in a good mood. The hot spot on his hand was actually nothing.
When I got home, I fried lettuce slices with the leftover meat, picked cowpeas and blanched them in cold salad, and lettuce leaves were fried with vegetables. It was just three dishes and one soup.
The whole family ate this meal together happily. Since Lin Xiazhi took over the cooking at home, everyone's enthusiasm for eating has increased a lot. Although Li Xiu also wanted to make the meal delicious, he couldn't bear it. Put oil and salt, and the fried dishes are of course not so fragrant.
When the family was almost done eating, Lin Xiazhi told the story of delivering soup to the main house.
It was Lin Xiazhi who bought the meat to send soup to grandpa and youngest, and Lin Huzi also knew that he didn't want youngest Lin to think that the second wife would be good after receiving the broth, but thought that his father would come and take a look after he separated. I don't want to, and I only think of myself when I am doing work, and I still feel a sense of loss in my heart.
Lin Xiazhi didn't care about that, Lin Huzi and Lin Chengzu still had to go to Uncle Lin's field to help after dinner, there was no time for him to grieve for spring and autumn, and urged them to eat quickly.
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