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

"You made the meat really fragrant. I can smell the aroma before it's fried in the pan."

Song Jiayun leaned close to the front of the oil pan, poking her head to see her husband's steps.

He puts them in one by one, and then draws them away from each other, so that the fried ones will not stick together, and the roots are distinct.

"You are not afraid of being splashed by oil, so stand back."

He Yuzhu had oily hands and couldn't touch his wife, so he used his elbow to pull her behind him.

And don't forget to mention the matter of pouring oil just now.

"Dry-fried tenderloin does not waste oil. Don't look at us pouring half a pot of oil. It will be out of the pan later. There will be no shortage of oil.

The tenderloin is only sprinkled with seasoning when it is served on the plate. The oil in the pot is clean and can be reused. The cooking is full of the aroma of pork. "

The man was in charge of filling in the tenderloin, and Song Jiayun was waiting to fill it out with a basin.

The two cooperated so seamlessly that He Yushui couldn't even squeeze in from the side to help.

"Grandma, there's so much lean meat in a big bowl, how can the two of them finish it, go and ask for a bowl."

Bang Geng was so greedy that he grabbed Jia Zhang's arm and refused to let her go home.

If he can't eat fried tenderloin today, he will be starved to death.

"Nonsense, I believe in lean meat, he's a prodigal son willing to buy it.

But you said half a pot of fried meat?Don't lie to me, go home quickly. "

The oil is so precious these days, who would be willing to waste it like that, just pour a little oil to moisten the pan when frying a dish.

"Grandma, brother didn't lie to you, it's true.

Uncle Silly Zhu's wife poured oil into the pot, a lot, and kept pouring. "

Sophora japonica made a good hand gesture, which means it's so big, so big.

Xiao Dang beside him also nodded in agreement, it was more oily and meaty, they wanted to eat it.

"Then I didn't recruit either, Shazhu has a grudge against me, the three of you should know.

If you are greedy, let your mother ask for it, grandma is thin-skinned or not. "

Jia Zhang abruptly broke off his grandson's hand, and quickly walked into the house.

As long as she meets He Yuzhu, she will definitely not get any benefits. She has discovered this phenomenon recently, and she can avoid it as much as possible.

Of course, there will be occasional moments when I get emotional and go head-to-head with Sha Zhu.

Watching grandma disappear from before his eyes, Stick was so angry that he stomped his feet.

Why can silly Zhu eat meat, why doesn't grandma help him, why doesn't he spend his father's pension!

Qin Huairu told him secretly since he was a child that Jia Dongxu died and the factory lost a lot of pensions, and Jia Zhang held all the money.

Even if Qin Huairu wanted to buy some snacks for the children, he couldn't come up with the money.

Thinking of this, Stickyong stared at the door, with a hint of malice in his eyes.

"Brother, I want to eat meat." Xiao Dang pulled on the sleeve of the stick and dangled it back and forth.

"Brother, I also want to eat meat." Huai Hua also begged.

The two of them are young, and grandma doesn't care about things, so now they can only rely on sticks.

The masculinity of the little man made Sticky feel the weight on his shoulders, he was going to ask for meat for his sister!

"You guys go home first, I'll get the meat."

Xiao Tian asked sincerely, "Brother, can Sha Zhu give you meat? I want four pieces of meat!"

"Yes, if he doesn't give it to me, I'll beat him!" Bang Gan waved his fist, turned around and walked to the backyard.

When he reached the Hanging Flower Gate, he hesitated.

How should he speak?
In the past, he often bullied He Yuzhu, and even yelled stupidly in front of him.

After contemplating for a moment, Banggen decided not to startle the snake.

If he asked for it directly, Sha Zhu would definitely not give it, and even became defensive.

Then hide all the meat, so he won't have a chance to get it again.

The only way is to steal!
The tenderloin was deep-fried twice, the texture was just right, sprinkled with salt and pepper sesame seeds, and filled a large plate.

"Brother, does it taste different when the heat is high?"

He Yushui asked a small question, and ate the dry fried tenderloin comfortably.

It's great to have an older brother. Every day when I go home, I have meat to eat.

"Okay, but I haven't deep-fried it before, let's try."

Re-fried three times, the heat was high enough, He Yuzhu picked up half a bowl, turned around and poured it into the pot.

The fire has gone out, and the oil temperature in the pan alone is enough to fry the tenderloin again.

After pouring out the tenderloin, He Yuzhu turned around to eat the food on the table.

It's still too late to fish in a few minutes, and it's important to eat.

Outside, the stick finally popped its head.

Looking at the situation in the room, the three of them bowed their heads to eat and no one paid attention to the outside.

Now that the fire is out, Stick is not afraid of anything.

From his perspective, he could only see a lot of meat floating in the pot.

No wonder grandma said that Shazhu is a prodigal son, and the meat won't hold if it's thrown into the pot?
It was too late to say it, but then it was too late, Bang Geng put his feet on his feet, reached into the pot to grab a handful, and grabbed the full tenderloin.

The corner of his mouth opened into a smile, and he was about to withdraw his hand in a smug manner.

Then, the face changed color little by little.

Red, red, red, purple!
"what--"

There was a heart-piercing howl, which almost frightened the three people in the room to death.

"Who? Who is crying outside our window? Yu Zhu, go and see." Song Jiayun stood up and looked around but saw no one.

In fact, at the moment of being scalded, the stick had already fallen to the ground, sweating profusely while clutching his hands.

He Yuzhu yelled loudly, "Who is it? Come out quickly, what are you doing crying and howling?"

I didn't wait for anyone to answer, but I heard constant moans of pain.

He decided to go out and have a look, and the moment he stepped out of the house, something flew past his eyes.

Jia Jing? ?
"It hurts to death—Grandma, it hurts to death, Mom, it hurts to death!"

Rushing into Jia's house, Bang Geng put his hand on the dining table and showed it to Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu.

Where is the appearance of hands?It was clearly a cooked pig's trotter, oh, a pig's trotter with a broken skin.

It was impossible to tell who was who among the five fingers. The little finger was swollen and huge, and the thumb was even more outrageous.

Qin Huairu was stunned for a long time, then stood up and scooped up cold water to wash him.

Mrs. Jia Zhang brought soy sauce, "Apply soy sauce, only soy sauce works."

"Mom, let's rinse with cold water, the skin on your hands is gone, it's too much soy sauce to panic."

"Qin Huairu, you deliberately want to hurt my grandson, you are playing tricks!"