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Zhou Dabing also felt that he had done something stupid. He had not done anything to help, but had taken a lot of advantage. He was very embarrassed about this, so after lunch, he quickly asked Yuan Qing to take him to work. He did not do anything all morning.

My whole body feels tight and uncomfortable.

Yingying said that he had a hard life, but Yuan Qing said that you, second sister-in-law, are very lucky, and you would not be able to bear it if you come across something delicious and lazy to cook.

Cherry thinks so too.

In the afternoon, Yuan Qing and Zhou Xu transported the grain to Uncle Fugui's house, and his wife was there.

"Aunt Ying, don't save food. Everyone has enough to eat and cook. Just tell us if you need anything."

Zhou Fugui's wife matches his personality very well, she is kind and cheerful, easy to get along with, and she is a slightly fat aunt.

"Okay, don't worry, I'm sure it will be done properly!"

"Thank you, auntie."

After they left, Aunt Ying was shocked when she counted the food. It was so rich!

Not to mention rice, flour, oil, salt, ginger, garlic, green onions, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, chili and other luxury seasonings are all available. There are a lot of meats and vegetables, not only pork, but also fish. Darling, this is the food shop of Zhou Laosan's family.

Moved her here?

That's not all, there are pots with a big mouth, steamers, bowls and chopsticks.

Aunt Ying cannot write, but she has her own way of remembering things. At this time, she is holding a small notebook and writing down the amounts of these supplies one by one. The circles in the notebook are probably only read by her.

You understand.

Aunt Ying thought so. Since Yuan Qing trusted her so much, she had to handle this matter for others. However, Aunt Ying was a little worried. She had never used so many ingredients during the Chinese New Year.

, what should I do if I am afraid that the food I cook is not to their liking?

So she ran back to her parents' house angrily. Her mother-in-law's brother-in-law opened a small restaurant in the town, and Aunt Ying decided to learn some cooking skills temporarily, which made her family very busy.

Aunt Ying, who had completed her studies, thought to herself, that’s all. She just doesn’t want to put in the oil, and when the oil is hot, add the ingredients as needed!

Early the next morning, the first day of work.

Aunt Ying cooked a big pot of porridge, and she was willing to put rice in the porridge. The fragrant rice was also chopped into chopped vegetables and cooked in the porridge. The fragrance of the rice combined with the fragrance of the vegetables was so attractive that her family

The little grandchildren were all crying.

There are also steamed buns that are as big as your fist. They are steamed with white flour and not mixed with any cornmeal. They are white and fat and look pleasing to the eye. There is no limit on the number. You can take as many as you want. Served with pickled mustard, you can eat it in one sitting.

Three steamed buns.

The breakfast eaten during the Chinese New Year is nothing more than this. Some people can’t eat such good rice and noodles during the Chinese New Year. They cry with excitement when they eat it. It turns out that this is the taste of white rice and white noodles. It tastes so good. It would be great if the children at home can eat it.

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So some people were reluctant to eat, so they only drank the porridge and carried the buns in their arms to take them back to the mother-in-law.

Aunt Ying just glanced at it. Everyone has their own way of doing things. As long as it doesn't go too far, she won't interfere.

Regarding this point, Yuan Qing also gave instructions.

Noon.

Sliced ​​potatoes and meat, braised cabbage, pickled cabbage and vermicelli soup, one meat, one vegetarian and one soup, they are all hard dishes!

Everyone's eyes were straight, and they felt like their noses could no longer move.

Where have they usually seen these dishes? Even when they go to restaurants, they only watch others eat them. They can handle it with just two mouthfuls of corn buns, but now they just scoop a big spoon into the bowl, with golden and oily potato slices sandwiched with tender meat slices and soup.

The juice drips on the white rice and slowly flows down, making people salivate. This is a meat dish!

A spoonful of cabbage is also eye-catching. Who doesn’t grow cabbage at home, but it needs to be pickled into pickles for winter consumption? Who is willing to stir-fry fresh cabbage?

It’s still fried with oil!

Served with fragrant white rice——