Siheyuan: promoted to director, sub-district office to send wife

"You gave him two pots of flowers? Lao Yan, you don't have a fever, do you?"

If it weren't for his identity, Jia Zhang would have stretched out his hand to try the third master's forehead, to see if he was burnt out.

"Just two pots of flowers, why bother? Mrs. Jia Zhang, if you are bored, go clean your urine pot and put it in the middle yard. I can smell the smell of urine in the front yard."

The third mother who was cooking in the house pushed the window open with a spoon and said to Jia Zhang outside.

At this time, the weather was cold, and it was unrealistic to go to the toilet in the hut in the middle of the night.

Every household will buy a urine can, the kind with a handle.

Carry it into the house when it gets dark, and take it out and put it at the door of the hut at dawn.

Rows of urine cans squatted there.

If there is a smell, then all the big guys will suffer if they are placed in the yard.

But it is inevitable to take it home at night. The whole family sleeps smelling the smell of urine, which is too strong.

Therefore, people who pay attention to pour urine every morning, and then rinse the urine tank with two scoops of water.

As long as you get used to flushing every day, there will be no dirt in it.

But the Jia family has a large population, and the children are mischievous during the day, and the urine is yellow and smelly. After a long time, the inner wall is covered with thick urine scale.

Not to mention washing it off with water, even if you use a fingernail to buckle it, it won't come off!
Being mentioned such an embarrassing thing, with people coming and going at the gate, someone must have heard it.

Jia Zhang glanced at the direction of the hut, and he could see his urine tank at a glance.

Because that stinky boy, Stick Pee, peed standing up, all bared outside the urine tank, and his color was different from the others.

Just glanced at it, the old godly woman smiled stiffly, and explained, "I'll talk about Qin Huairu when I get back, why are you so lazy!
In fact, it doesn't matter whether you brush or not, anyway, it ends up being used to hold feces and urine. "

You know, at this time, the third mother is cooking around the stove, and what she is stewing are Sixi meatballs!

Hearing Jia Zhang's words, he stretched out the big horse spoon through the window sill, and was about to knock Jia Zhang's head.

"Get out of here, your mouth is like an old widow's waistband, smelly and loose, get out of here!"

Through the open window, Mrs. Jia Zhang smelled a strong fragrance and sniffed it vigorously.

Before she had time to ask the third mother what she was cooking for today, she almost died under the spoon.

Even Yan Bugui was frowning and glaring at Jia Zhang, his eyes were cold behind his glasses.

"As for it? I can't be kidding, I'd better go home and cook."

Jia Zhang's face showed a trace of unnaturalness, he turned around and twisted his waist and went back to the middle courtyard.

"Grandma, Sha Zhu's house is frying meat! It's delicious."

Sticks ran out of the backyard in a hurry, and couldn't wait to tell Jia Zhang.

Xiaodang and Huaihua followed behind.

The two turned their heads three times at a time, looking at the location of the He family reluctantly.

Because he was going to make dry fried tenderloin, He Yuzhu opened all the windows to diffuse the smell of oily smoke in the room.

He Yuzhu clearly saw the act of Pirate Saint taking his two younger sisters to hide outside the window.

It's just that I don't have a good impression of the three of them, and I don't want to talk to them.

"Brother, I'll cut it for you and let my sister-in-law rest."

He Yushui washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to help his brother.

"No, just stay there honestly, your sister-in-law is skilled."

The tenderloin needs to be sliced ​​and then shredded so that it can be better marinated and tasty.

For someone who has never cooked before, He Yuzhu was reluctant to hand over the pork to her.

Besides, men and women are matched, and the work is not tiring. He specially arranged an easy job for Song Jiayun.

The main function is to accompany yourself to relieve boredom.

Cooking is a daily routine in the country, and Song Jiayun's knife skills are very good.

While cutting the tenderloin, he laughed at himself, "At my mother's house, I used to cut potato shreds, but now I change it to pork shreds. It's a world of difference."

"Daughter-in-law, you're used to cutting shredded potatoes. It's really good to be able to cut shredded pork like this."

He Yuzhu took the opportunity to turn his head and lightly pecked Song Jiayun's face, which made the woman shy.

Put the cut tenderloin in a bowl, sprinkle with flour and egg seasoning, mix everything well, and then wait for 15 minutes.

Taking advantage of this time, He Yuzhu mixed a garlic eggplant.

"It's time for you to do something. Chop up the garlic and mix it with eggplant."

He Yushui took the garlic handed by his brother and pursed his lips.

Grilling garlic has no technical content at all, and the palms of the hands are all full of garlic smell, which can't be dissipated for a long time.

In the past, there was no delicious food at home, and there was no need to use mashed garlic for seasoning. He Yushui never ate garlic.

After thinking about it, the work that my brother ordered is still to be done.

After chopping one end at a fast speed and putting it in the garlic mortar, He Yushui discovered something.

He Yuzhu was putting a row of garlic cloves on the cutting board, pressed the kitchen knife on it, hammered the knife twice with his hand, and then rotated the handle of the knife.

Dumbfounded by his brother's operation, He Yushui teased, "Brother, you are so naive that you don't need to chop garlic with your hands, and want a kitchen knife to do the work for you, right?"

"Today, I will teach you how to quickly chop garlic."

He Yuzhu became interested and wanted to show her a hand. He raised the knife, and half of the garlic skin underneath had fallen off.

The remaining half was messed up on top.

Hold the garlic cloves in the palms of both hands, rub them back and forth, and when you open them again, blow off the garlic skins, and the white and fat garlic cloves are lying there.

"Brother, it's amazing, it's as simple as that, I finished picking up a head of garlic!"

As if seeing something extraordinary, He Yushui exclaimed and looked at his elder brother adoringly.

Song Jiayun next to her snickered silently. She had been lucky enough to see her husband's skill of chopping garlic several times.

Indeed, the first time I saw her, her expression was exactly the same as that of He Yushui.

"How many people are there in the rolling mill? If you pick garlic one by one like you, you don't have to do anything else that day."

He Yuzhu said with a playful smile, put all the garlic cloves into the garlic mortar and pushed it forward, "Hey, smash the garlic."

The most important point of mixing eggplant is that there must be more mashed garlic in order to have enough flavor and taste.

"Then you asked me to pick garlic with my hands just now, which made it so troublesome, just tell me the technique."

He Yushui pounded the garlic paste, mumbling and complaining about his brother.

"Seeing that you are too busy, I will find something for you to do."

Tear the steamed eggplant into long strips, and wait for the mashed garlic to be poured on it.

After about 15 minutes, He Yuzhu asked his daughter-in-law to pour half a pot of oil into the pot, ready to fry the tenderloin.

The tenderloin is clean and does not eat oil, and the rest can be used for cooking.

Song Jiayun kept pouring oil, but she didn't hear her husband say stop.

There was a pause in the movement of the hand, and the speed of pouring oil slowed down.

"We have to continue, this is not enough." Looking at the oil in the pot, He Yuzhu couldn't laugh or cry.

Song Jiayun could only increase the speed again, seeing that the pot was half full, this time she directly erected the oil pot.

There was distress in the downcast eyes.

Whoops, too much oil is poured.

No matter how much material her husband has and ability, she still can't see any waste.

How could He Yuzhu fail to see his daughter-in-law's careful thoughts, pursed his lips, and stared at the frying pan intently.

From time to time, insert chopsticks in to check the temperature. The most important thing about fried tenderloin is the heat, not too big or too small.

If the chopsticks are inserted into the oil pan and bubbles start to appear nearby, it means that the temperature is too high.

Put the tenderloin at this time, it will not be cooked after frying.

Even if the outside is fried, the inside will taste bad.

Seeing dense small bubbles start to emerge from the bottom of the chopsticks, He Yuzhu took action.

Take the large bowl of marinated tenderloin, and put them one by one with chopsticks.