Chapter 79 First Landing Home 3

After listening to Lu Tianzhi's words, Father Lu suddenly realized.

Lu Jiang didn't know about this, but Father Lu knew. He heard Lu Tianzhi tell him that day, but he didn't expect that the girl who helped Lu Tianzhi escape from being chased by a group of children was actually Feng Qingxue! What a fate this must be.

The most important thing is that what happened that day showed that Feng Qingxue really didn't care about the quality of the ingredients.

Father Lu's regard for Feng Qingxue increased by three points. He was secretly glad that he still asked Wang Zhengguo to be Lu Jiang's matchmaker when Wang Jiao did not agree to marry Lu Jiang. Therefore, he kept urging Lu Jiang to cook.

"I'm going to help!" Although she was a spoiled customer, Feng Qingxue couldn't do anything but let others prepare the food and eat it directly on the table.

The Lu family does not have a kitchen, but there is a simple stove set up under the thatched shed outside the house.

Animals are more noble than humans, and feed grains are often cooked and fed to them in winter, so every production team's cowshed has a cooking stove.

There is a two-hole stove made of adobe, with two iron pots, one large and one small, covered with wooden lids. There are piles of bush firewood, cotton stalks, corn cob cores, branches and other firewood in front of the stove.

Lu Jiang was busy cleaning the pots and lighting the fire. He was busy at both ends.

He also joined the cooking class when he was in the army, but he hasn't done it for many years and his hands are very raw. It seems that he will have to pick it up in the future.

"You light the fire, I'll do the rest!" Feng Qingxue put on the black apron that Lu's father usually used for cooking.

"How can this be done?" Lu Jiang wiped his face, not knowing it was stained with firewood ashes.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

All the vegetables and meat have been washed and placed in large and small plates and bowls. The oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are fully prepared. Feng Qingxue's main task is to fry the vegetables and meat one by one.

She has not received professional chef training, and her cooking skills are at the level of home cooking, but it is enough.

According to the Lu family's preparations, Feng Qingxue thought for a while and quickly drew up a menu. Braised hare meat, braised pork ribs with radish, spicy and sour potato shreds, and crucian carp soup. Radish and potatoes are all winter vegetables that are commonly stocked at home. .

As for the other vegetables and meat, she did not plan to cook them all, but left them for the Lu family to eat later.

Lu Jiang sat on the futon in front of the stove to light the fire. He picked up a few sweet potatoes and buried them in the ashes under the stove.

Before the meal is ready, the sweet potatoes in the ashes are overripe.

Lu Jiang took out the sweet potatoes with a fire hook and said, "Qingxue, please rest your belly first."

The hare meat was stewed in the big pot and the ribs were stewed in the small pot. Feng Qingxue was mixing the flour in the sand basin. The corn flour was mixed with sorghum flour and black flour. Hearing Lu Jiang's words, he turned around and smiled, "While it's hot, give it to Uncle Lu and the two "Children eat, I'm not hungry now, and I'm busy." Busy putting a circle of pancakes in the big pot. The rabbit meat is cooked, and the pancakes are also cooked.

"Okay." Lu Jiang called his nephew, "Take the sweet potatoes and eat them, and give one to grandpa."

The sweet potato was still very hot. It was so hot that Lu Tianjun, who had just picked up a sweet potato, switched his left hand to his right and blew on the sweet potato. Finally, it was no longer so hot. He peeled off the dark skin and dyed his fingers black, but the sweet potato was exposed. The white and soft flesh exudes an alluring fragrance.

Lu Tianzhi stood on tiptoes and looked into the cauldron, "Aunt Xue, what should we have for lunch?"

It smelled so good. Lu Tianzhi couldn't help but take a breath, his eyes sparkling, and then he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

They have been eating the food cooked by Lu's father for these years. Lu's father always cooks the food half-cooked or mushy at the bottom of the pot. The noodles are often boiled into a lump and have no color or flavor at all.

Feng Qingxue put the last piece of pancake into the pot, closed the lid, lowered her head and said with a smile: "I've cooked a lot of dishes, I'll eat more later."

"good!"