Husband, Have Dinner

"I've come here, how can I still bring a souvenir, how embarrassed."

Mo Xingle stood by the door, followed his servants to welcome A Yao to the kitchen, and instructed them to move to Little Maza. He sat at the door and watched A Yao cooking. He said embarrassed and watched A Yao bring it. Sea fish and sea prawns have a beautiful face. "There are vegetables at home, I asked them to buy them early in the morning, how fresh they are."

"This is brought by Master Mochizuki. You have been a great help several times. It is not difficult to make one or two more dishes." A Yao tied her apron, took the bamboo plaque to select the ingredients, and quickly sketched the recipe in her mind. .

There are eight people in Mo Xingle’s family. Actually, there are only six people at the family banquet. They make eight dishes and one soup. In the end, the dessert is made with Jiuzi rice dumplings. Among them, there are two elderly people, a child who is in the time of changing teeth, and has a bad mouth. Cooking dishes need to accommodate them.

Ayao thought, put in another brick of tofu, the bamboo plaque was heavy, and there were colorful meat dishes neatly arranged inside.

The elderly and children have bad teeth. The vegetarian dishes are a good dish of crab and tofu, a fish-flavored pork eggplant, and a soup of wolfberry sprouts, which are soft and delicious.

Cut the tofu into small pieces. Crabs are not fat during the Dragon Boat Festival, so A Yao uses salted duck eggs that are so red with chopsticks instead. The salted duck egg is cooked, cut in half and scoop out the egg yolk. Crush it with a spoon to see the dripping fat of the red duck egg yolk. Add a spoonful of chicken broth and pour into the tofu cubes. After cooking, thicken it and put it in a black glaze bowl. middle. The orange thick soup is nestled in a corner of a piece of white tofu, decorated with two shrimps in the middle, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and the thick soup is bubbling and white mist. There is an inexplicable illusion that the mountains and the sea are all in the bowl.

The meat includes sweet and sour pork tenderloin and three sets of duck, egg skin roulades, a sweet and sour appetizer, a salty and soft bite, and a mouthful of meat and eggs with seaweed, suitable for all ages.

When the pan is heated, fry the sea salt first, sprinkle a small spoonful of pepper on the coarse salt like ice crystals, and heat the salt. Wash the sea prawns and cut off the beard, add cooking wine, green onion, ginger, and minced garlic to pickle. The sweetness of the shrimp stands out under the background of coarse salt.

A scent of pyrotechnic salt wafted slowly from the pot. Ayao opened the lid, and the salt grains on the edge were heated and danced. She turned it over with a spatula. The surface of the bottom salt grains turned yellowish-brown. The fragrance floated out of the salt, she buried the sea prawns, and the salted sea prawns came to an end for the time being.

The sea fish is patted with flour on both sides, fried in a pan until golden on both sides, seasoned with soy sauce, green onion and ginger, seasoned, and boiled in water. When the sauce thickens, the green onion can be garnished on the plate. Use the chopsticks a little harder to pick up a piece of braised sea fish. The skin of the fish is rich in sauce, but the fish inside is not affected by too much sauce. The salty fragrance is refreshing. The key is that when Ayao is processing it, the whole fish should be removed beforehand. After removing the bones, Mo Xingle clapped on the side, and then Ayao took the knife and drove out the troublemaker.

The fish bones taken out are fried and fragrant. Pour in water and simmer into a milky and milky fish soup. Add white melon and kelp. The kelp tastes salty. There is no need to add salt. When the braised sea fish is almost eaten, serve the soup again. A bowl of clear soup It's enough to solve the greasy.

After she wiped the sweat off her head, the sky hadn't darkened yet, and she seemed to hear an exclamation from the dining room, "Today is so rich?"

Just eat happily.

Ayao couldn't see their situation even when she stood on tiptoe, she could only continue to steam her rice dumplings for dinner and a small dessert for the Mo Xingle family.

dining room.

In Mo Xingle's family, there were old and young, grandfather, grandmother, parents, he and his little nephew sitting around a table. His eldest brother was on duty in the Ministry of Justice, and his sister-in-law went back to her natal family and told him that he could not come back for dinner. The two elderly people felt a bit pity that the family could not be reunited, and Mo Xingle's father was unhappy. "Leave some food for your elder brother, the eldest daughter-in-law is too shameless! Don't look at what day it is today."

"The old man in my sister-in-law’s family is not feeling well. She didn’t say that she was afraid that she would make you unhappy if she made a taboo." Mo Xingle scooped up a spoonful of crab-yellow tofu for his grandparents, and put braised sea fish for his father and his mother. "Looking back, I have to let the eldest brother teach my sister-in-law well. If the family has something to say, how can they twitch and make my dad angry, right!"

"Smelly boy, don't think I didn't know that you turned around and scolded me!" Mo Xingle's father patted the table.

Mo Xingle took another piece of braised sea fish into his bowl, "Dare not dare. Dad, eat vegetables and eat vegetables."

Mo Xingle's father snorted coldly, and he was shocked when he raised his eyes. Most of the dishes on the plate were swept away. His parents, his wife, including his grandson were so relish that no one paid any attention to him. "Father, if you don't eat it, you will almost eat it all."

Mo Xingle scooped a large spoonful of crab tofu on the rice noodles. The orange soup dyed the rice golden and golden, and there were a few trembling tofu cubes on the surface. Then he gulped the rice.

"Huh, what kind of cook did you ask for outside? It is expensive and hypocritical, not to mention wasting materials, it is not delicious. Whenever you find a cook who cooks deliciously, I will give you the last name." Mo Xingle His father embraced his hands.

Mo Xingle was helpless, and quickly picked up a few more chopsticks of eggplant and wolfberry sprouts, and taking advantage of his nephew's chopsticks not to be very good, he crossed a piece of egg meat rolls. "Father, my surname is different from yours and mine?"

The six-year-old nephew sucked his finger and squashed his mouth, "Milk! Uncle bullies me!"

"You robbed a six-year-old kid for food, are you embarrassed?" Mo Xingle's mother raised her head and groaned, unceremoniously opening his chopsticks and picking up the duck.

Mo Xingle "..."

The two elderly people were holding the soup and squinted, "It's delicious. Son, if you really don't want to eat it, don't waste it. My mouth is good, I can help you solve it."

Mo Xingle's father stared, is it so delicious? Inadvertently noticed that his lady and his grandson were looking at his bowl, "Let her cook a dish again, how can you be so rude, mine." He quickly picked up the bowl and took a bite of the salted sea. Shrimp, this taste...

It smells so good!

"Although the food is cold, I barely eat it. Where did you get the cook this time and how much did you spend?"

"She didn't ask for money, I helped her before."

The eyes of the whole family were suddenly focused on Mo Xingle.

"My son, shouldn't the girl be..."

Mo Xingle’s marriage is a big problem. He is arrogant and can’t persuade him. The Iceman came to his door to drive guests in a fancy way. Over time, the Iceman recorded him in a small book, whoever loved him. In addition, Mo Xingle’s eldest brother also had a son. If you don't split up, let him go. It's rare that there is a cook who doesn't charge him and makes such a meal that meets the appetite of the whole family. They think a little bit more.

"Mother, what are you thinking?" Mo Xingle couldn't laugh or cry, "I did her a favor, it's just a reward, and the little girl is very small, and she will be one round older than our Bao'er before coming forward."

"At such a young age, has she eaten anything, ask to come up and see."

A Yao peeled off the leaves of Jiuzi Zong Dumplings in the kitchen. As soon as the plate was ready, she heard Mo Xingle yell her name, "Little Yaozhu, now you can serve desserts."