village pigwoman

He Ju: "Okay, come here, there are dried chili peppers and Chinese pepper star anise, as well as butter, I've washed the shallots and coriander, and the sauce, you can directly heat it up and fry it, then add water to boil.

By the way, I still want to call your third uncle to light the stove. "

If there is no stove, it is not eating hot pot.

Zhao Yuanle nodded, walked over and sat on the bench, picked up the tongs to clamp firewood, but accidentally pinched the little black back who was sleeping in the firewood pile.

Xiao Heibei let out a scream, and looked at Zhao Yuanle with a groan, and moved his position with his calf.

Zhao Yuanle: "Next time I'll tie a rope for you."

Yao'er climbed over the threshold and walked in.

He sat obediently on the small bench, leaning against Zhao Yuanle and watching her make the hot pot bottoms.

Seeing Yao'er, Zhao Yuanle remembered one thing.

Yao'er can't eat too spicy.

So her spicy hot pot has to be lowered in spiciness, and can only be slightly spicy.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuanle felt a little uncomfortable.

Slightly spicy... Can it be called hot pot if it is slightly spicy?

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle's expression became complicated, Yao'er stared at her curiously.

Zhao Yuanle was struggling, when he suddenly saw a small iron pot next to him.

This iron pot is specially for Yao'er.

Because she was born without a mother, and there were no women who had given birth nearby at that time, the youngest who had no milk to drink could only drink goat milk.

But these milks cannot be drunk raw, they must be boiled, so there is such a special small iron pot.

This small iron pot was used when Yao'er was more than one year old, and then retired with honor, and was sometimes used by He Ju to hold soup, oil and so on.

Now, there is nothing in this small iron pot.

Zhao Yuanle felt that this could be used to cook for Yao'er alone.

Yao'er, who was leaning next to Zhao Yuanle, was still looking forward to what he was going to eat tonight, and didn't even realize how he would be treated later.

Zhao Yuanle started to make the hot pot base. First, he added butter, then added his own sauce, and then added sliced ​​dried chili peppers, green peppercorns, garlic and ginger.

After the aroma comes out, add water, season with salt and soy sauce, and finally throw in the knotted shallots with white and green onions, cover the pot, and wait for the water to boil.

Yao'er looked very greedy, his saliva was a little uncontrollable.

Zhao Yuanle got up, took the small iron pot to wash it, added some lard and sauce, some salt, ginger and spring onion, tore two pieces of chicken fir into it, and it became Yaoer's clear soup pot.

Yao'er didn't notice this thing.

By the time the pot boiled, Zhao Sancheng had already started the stove.

Zhao Yuanle took the pot and put it on the stove, turned around and went into the kitchen, and took the packed mutton griddle.

She turned the mutton upside down according to the proprietress' instructions, and then steamed it in a steamer. At the same time, she cooked Yao'er's clear soup pot again.

When the family was sitting together, putting all the food on the table, and making dipping sauces in bowls, Zhao Yuanle's voice came.

"Yao'er can't eat."

Hearing this, Yao'er was stunned.

Zhao Yuanle came over with a smile, selected some suitable food for Yao'er, and then poured it into the clear soup pot to cook.

she told the crowd.

"Yao'er can't eat spicy food. I made another clear soup and cooked it for him. He can eat it directly."

Yao'er's face was full of disappointment, his brows were wrinkled, and he looked at Zhao Yuanle with resentment.

Zhao Yuanle: "You can eat it when you grow up."

Yao'er heard the words and asked, "How big will it be?"

Zhao Yuanle thought about it and said, "At least 12 years old."

Zhao Yuanlan on the side rejoiced after hearing the words: "Hey, I happen to be 12 years old."

Yao'er snapped his fingers, but found that he couldn't count.

He stretched out his hand and drew: "There are so many more, when they are so big."

As big as his grief right now.

Zhao Yuanle waited for the food for Yao'er to be cooked, and brought it out together with the mutton griddle.

Yao'er looked at the cooked food in front of him, which was not hot at all, and had no red at all, and then looked at the hot and decent hot pot eaten by the family next to him, his forehead was sweating, his little heart was very special. uncomfortable.

Here, Zhao Yuanle made himself a bowl of dipping sauce.

Finely chop the red peppers, add minced green onion and coriander, mashed garlic, and finally sesame oil.

She thinks that the hot pot dipping sauce is just as good. If she doesn't like spicy food, she doesn't even need to add chili peppers.

In her opinion, those modern fuel consumption and sauces are all superfluous, and the addition of pure ingredients will affect the original taste of the ingredients cooked in the hot pot.

The family ate happily. Zhao Ercheng, who was lying on the bed, was fed the hot ingredients. Everyone was happy.

Except Yaoer.

Zhao Yuanle loves tripe the most.

This tripe is a large piece, and there are many, scalded for a few seconds, you can put it in your mouth as soon as you roll it in the dipping sauce.

He Ju added the cleaned chicken fir.

She said with emotion: "This must be delicious, and I will save some to make soup tomorrow."

Yao'er next to him looked at what was in his bowl, and felt that the chicken fir didn't have much flavor at all.

His eyes fell on Mutton Grid.

He can always eat this, right?

As soon as he stretched out his chopsticks, Zhao Yuanlan saw it.

She asked Zhao Yuanle: "Second sister, this is also spicy, can Yaoer eat it?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "No."

Yaoer: "..."

He is already weeping.

Seeing this, He Ju comforted Yaoer: "Come on, I'll cook some more meat for our Yaoer."

The meat is thin slices of kidney.

It was hot in the clear soup pot.

Yao'er was unprepared and just ate it.

His complexion changed.

This is a thin piece, and after being scalded like this, it has been rinsed with water several times, but it still allows him to taste the spiciness.

His face turned red immediately, and he hurriedly asked for water.

He Ju fed him water and sighed: "Yao'er really can't eat spicy food, just eat what my sister cooked for you in clear soup."

Yao'er was so hot that she couldn't say anything to refute.

Although he was young, he always felt that this reasoning should not be the case.

"No, it's because you don't give me spicy food that I get so spicy."

Zhao Yuanle: "Don't worry, I won't give it anymore."

Yao'er was wronged when he heard the words.

He obviously didn't mean that.

But no one paid attention to him anymore, and several people were addicted to hot pot again.

At the end of the meal, everyone agreed that the coriander was very delicious when it was boiled.

The dishes tonight were almost eaten, and there were some vegetarian dishes left. He Ju cooked them all, and then took them out and put them aside.

We cleaned up the mess after eating together, rested for a while, then washed our face and soaked our feet, and then went to bed again.

Zhao Yuanle got under the covers, touched the silver dollar and other small change, and fell asleep contentedly.

She is looking forward to the dream tonight, which should be related to food, preferably milk tea, cake or something, after all, she hasn't eaten for a while.

However, in her dream tonight, a certain pig god came uninvited.