Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

Take out the ribs, control the water, clear the pot, add oil, and seasoning. Although the kitchen is very primitive, there is only one pot, and the seasoning is not enough, but Yang Mo's methodical movements seem to have a rhythm.

Raising your hand and turning around are just right, everything is so natural and smooth.

To use the fantasy of later generations, hey, how to describe it, yes, it is "the unity of man and nature".

Of course, this is the author's nonsense from a detached perspective, but the end point of the technique is close to the Tao. Yang Mo's movements don't need to be boasted, but they have the charm of the Tao.

Yang Mo didn't know the author's appreciation at all, and was still lamenting that luckily he had planted some seasonings, otherwise it would be hard for a clever woman to cook without rice.

The small outhouse was full of aromas. Yang Mo put some rice in a small pot. The Jiuxiang rice is indeed very special. She couldn't see it before, but now as a food processor, it is completely different.

This rice has a very subtle plant aroma, as well as the fragrance of rice, the thickness of the soil, the freshness of the sun, the coolness and clarity of the dewdrops, and the imprint of time in spring, summer and autumn.

Of course, these adjectives flashed through Yang Mo's mind. In fact, with her current identification ability, she can taste several special flavors even for ordinary rice.

In fact, a simple explanation is that this rice is absolutely delicious, simple and not simple.

Peel two potatoes and put them in the pot.The potatoes produced by the system are about the same size, about 120 grams, with clean skin and well-proportioned shape.

Potatoes of about 120 grams have the best taste, and the system can give the optimal cultivation method according to the characteristics of the crops to be planted. Yang Mo said it is very humane.

Put the pot fork in the pot, then steam the rice, and put the basin on the pot cover with the backhand.

To be honest, compared to the cooking method given by the system, Yang Mo's cooking is a bit rough now.

There is no way to do this. One is that the tools are insufficient and a better way of processing cannot be performed.The other is that the seasoning is also insufficient.

Although she also grows a lot, such as onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, star anise, etc., the processing method of many ingredients in memory requires more seasoning, and even traditional Chinese medicine, so cooking now can be regarded as a play under limited conditions.

However, the products produced by the system are all pure green and pollution-free, the most back-to-basics ingredients.

The level has improved, and the ingredients are good, this pot of meals is really made into a lifetime series.

Just like what is said in martial arts novels, even a wooden sword can overwhelm the audience when one's skills are up to the mark.

Yang Mo's culinary skills are able to control the heat to the extreme and maximize the flavor of the ingredients.

Four or ten minutes later, when the food was ready, Yang Mo moved the basin to the kang in the house, then covered it with a torn quilt, continued to wake up, and then lifted the lid of the pot.

Hot air roared out as the pot lid was lifted, and accompanied by the hot air was a tangy aroma, before eating, Yang Mo's taste buds were stimulated, and body fluid flowed in his mouth.

After serving out the rice and the vegetables, Yang Mo couldn't help but pick up a piece of ribs and put it in his mouth.

Then came the breath of Sihashiha, and then Yang Mo closed his eyes intoxicated.

There is a mellow feeling in the pork ribs, the meat is soft and tender, mixed with the fragrance of potatoes, and the slightly spicy wild pepper...

Please forgive the author's lack of words. At this moment, Yang Mo's mouth is full of mixed flavors...

In fact, compared with pork, wild pork is much inferior in texture and taste. This time the meal is not very different. The best fire control is matched with the simplest home-cooked method.

But it made Yang Mo feel like she hadn't seen it for a long time. In the past year, she has gone from being able to cook it to being able to eat it, to being acceptable, and then to being quite delicious.

A person who lived on Ele.me and Meituan before time travel, and a person who did nothing but make instant noodles and self-heating hot pot by himself, was forced to think that his cooking was delicious.

Yang Mo ordered this to herself to be delicious, not because it was really delicious, but because she thought her ceiling was here and she didn't want to make progress.

Unexpectedly, once the lottery was drawn, the little hen turned into a swan and suddenly mastered top cooking skills.

At this moment, Yang Mo almost cried, not because he was happy, but because he thought that it was a miracle that he was able to survive the past year.

Of course, in this day and age, you can't ask too much. Even state-run restaurants only have that little taste. What everyone pursues is to eat well, not to eat well.

And now that the meat was in his mouth, Yang Mo was overwhelmed with happiness.

After calming down, Yang Mo moved the vegetables and rice into two baskets respectively, covered them with a cloth, and went out the door with them.

The baskets here are all made of sorghum poles, and there are also curtains and baskets, which are extremely useful household items.

Yang Mo walked quickly to Old Uncle Feng's house. When he arrived, Aunt Feng was just about to light the fire.

Yang Mo didn't sleep all night, and started messing around early in the morning, so it was just the right time to come here.

"Auntie, is my Uncle Feng better?"

Aunt Feng raised her head: "Xiao Mo is here, come in quickly."

Yang Mo: "I cooked a meal and brought it here to eat with Uncle Feng and Auntie. Is Uncle Feng up yet?"

Aunt Feng: "Get up. You girl, you just need to come here. Auntie will cook something delicious for you. Why do you still get up early and don't sleep for a while."

Yang Mo replied with a smile: "I got up when I couldn't sleep, then next time I want to eat, Auntie, I'll come here directly, and you can make it for me."

"Okay, just say what you want to eat, and my aunt will do it."

The two entered the house together while talking.

Old Uncle Feng was wearing a padded jacket, with a quilt on his legs, and was leaning on the rolled up luggage roll. When he saw Yang Mo enter the room, a smile appeared on his slightly dark old face.

"Girl Mo is here, sit down quickly."

Yang Mo nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, are you feeling better?"

While speaking, he put the basket on the shelf, lifted the cover, put the vegetables on the kang table first, and made a small enamel basin.

Then he uncovered another basket and put the rice bowl on the table.He smiled and said, "Uncle Feng, I got some rice here to help you keep fit."

Old Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng saw Yang Mo busy there, and looked at it again, it was a big pot of meat, and thought that this girl had really big hands, and she had stewed so much.But it smells really good.

The two of them just thought that Yang Mo put a lot of meat, but neither of them was particularly short of meat, especially in the past few days when they had a bumper harvest, so they didn't think much of it.

But when Yang Mo opened the second basket and saw the small pot of white rice, the old couple became restless, and Uncle Feng couldn't even close his mouth.

There is rice in the northeast, but it is all handed in, so how can farmers eat it.What's more, Dawanzi is not planted, so it is even more difficult to manage.

Seeing Yang Mo smiling and not taking this pot of food seriously at all, the old couple really didn't know what to say.

Old Uncle Feng straightened his back a little, and said a little nervously: "Girl, where did you get the white rice, why did you cook so much?"

Yang Mo: "I traded it with someone else. I thought I haven't eaten it all year, so I made some. Besides, Uncle Feng, you are weak now, so eat something easy to digest."

Then he turned to Aunt Feng and said, "Auntie, bring a bowl here, it's cold, it should be cold later."