Traveling through the famine years with the system to raise cubs

"Yes! You can make Malatang!" Jiang Ling recalled the scene of eating Malatang in modern times. This food was her favorite food from junior high school to university, especially in winter, eating a bowl of Malatang would warm her whole body. Very warm and comfortable.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling couldn't help speeding up her pace and ran towards the medicinal material store. In this era, some seasonings such as star anise and cinnamon are still regarded as medicinal materials.

"Boss, please weigh me some star anise, cinnamon bark, fragrant leaves..." Jiang Ling reported seven or eight medicinal materials in one breath.

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy was an old man in his sixties. He stroked his gray beard and asked in surprise, "Madam, what's wrong with your family? Why do you need so many warm herbs?"

"This..." Jiang Ling didn't know how to answer for a moment. She stood there and lowered her voice and replied, "It's for a woman's use. I hope you don't ask questions!"

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy blushed when he heard this, patted himself on the mouth several times to apologize to Jiang Ling, and then casually gave her what Jiang Ling wanted.

Jiang Ling took these things and hid in a deserted alley, and bought some dried chilies and Chinese prickly ash in the system mall, and went to the butcher's shop. With a big basket full, Jiang Ling got on the bullock cart back to Lujia Village.

Uncle Lu was taken aback when he saw Jiang Ling at first, and he asked curiously, "Mr. Jiang, why did you buy so many things when you came to Pingxi County?"

"Summer is coming to an end soon, I have to think about some autumn and winter livelihoods, otherwise how will I live?" Jiang Ling knew that this kind of thing can't be kept secret, so it's better to admit it generously than to be speculated by everyone.

Uncle Lu is not a gossip person. When he heard Jiang Ling's answer, he just nodded and said to Jiang Ling: "It's hard for you, a woman with four children."

There was basically no words along the way. After Jiang Ling returned home, he began to study the base material of Malatang.

Smelling the numbing and spicy fragrance, Jiang Ling couldn't help but think of the little cat Jiang Wenxi who always followed her. A while ago, the martial arts school also sent people to Jiang Ling's house, saying that Jiang Wenxi was very adaptable, and he was really A seedling who practiced martial arts.

Coach Qian also loved Jiang Wenxi very much, but after all, he was his own child. Even if someone said so, Jiang Ling still missed Jiang Wenxi a little.

"Mom... what are you doing, why is the smell so choking!" Jiang Yaojie came in from outside the house while Jiang Ling was in a daze, he sneezed several times, rubbed his nose and frowned and asked.

"It's delicious! I'll try it for my mother and see how it tastes!" Jiang Ling said with a smile.

Jiang Yaojie didn't seem to believe it. He frowned and looked at the red oil tumbling in the pot, and walked out frowning and shaking his head.

Jiang Ling has already prepared some vegetarian dishes, some sliced ​​meat and meatballs. She has worked in a Malatang shop before, and she is very comfortable with doing this. Soon a pot of Malatang will be ready.

Jiang Ling divided Malatang into three big bowls, put one bowl on his table, and invited a few children to come and try it.

Carrying the second bowl to the door of Zhao Erleng's house, Zhao Erleng's daughter-in-law opened the door and saw the bowl in Jiang Ling's hand and asked strangely, "Sister-in-law, what is this?"

"Isn't this just to study something to stop eating? Try it, this is a new thing I developed called Malatang!" Jiang Ling smiled and put the bowl in the hands of Zhao Erling's wife.

"Oh, sister-in-law, you're too polite, I'll give you money for a bowl!" Zhao Erleng's daughter-in-law was a little flustered, holding the bowl with one hand, and was about to touch the copper coins from her pocket with the other.

"You're welcome, this is just a taster, but if you want to give me your opinion after eating it, go eat it first! It won't taste good if it gets cold!" Jiang Ling said with a smile.

Before Zhao Erleng's daughter-in-law could say anything, Jiang Ling had already turned her head and returned to her home, took the last bowl, and walked towards the village head's house.

When I was making the soup base just now, Jiang Ling thought that I need a lot of tools to make spicy soup, and the village head’s craftsmanship is well-known far and wide. Jiang Ling reckoned that given the character of the village chief, he would not accept the money. Why not use this spicy soup? Tang Shun pushes the boat to be a favor.

Soon Jiang Ling knocked on the door of the village chief's house, and the village chief glanced at the red bowl in Jiang Ling's hand and asked with some doubts: "Mr. Jiang, what's the matter?"

"Village Chief, this is a new product I developed, come and taste it!" Jiang Ling put his own bowl in the village chief's hand without waiting for the village chief to react.

The village chief looked at the red oil in the bowl and said hesitantly, "This... what a rarity this is!"

Jiang Ling didn't explain too much, but said: "Village Chief, you will know after a taste. I'll go back first, and come to get the bowl later!"

Without waiting for the village chief to say anything, Jiang Ling ran back to his home in a hurry.

"Mother, what is this? It doesn't taste... hiss... not bad!" Jiang Yaojie blushed and said, sticking out his tongue and fanning the wind with his hands as soon as Jiang Ling came back.

"Yes, big sister, why does this thing smell so strange!" Jiang Zhishan, who was not much better, asked sweatingly.

"Mom, this is delicious! Hmm... just my tongue hurts a bit!" Jiang Suhe's reaction was much smaller, she just pointed to her tongue and said.

As for the youngest Nianci, she had already been sitting on the ground crying loudly, shaking her head and shouting that she would never eat again!

"This thing is called Malatang! It is also the recipe passed down to me by your grandma. It is to cook some vegetables and meat in that pot. The soup in this pot tastes spicy, and the vegetables and meat will also be cooked spicy. the taste of!"

"Oh, no wonder! This taste is really good!" Jiang Zhishan smacked his lips in recollection.

"Do you think it would be better if it was served with some buckwheat pancakes or buckwheat rice?" Jiang Ling asked, looking at a few children who were overwhelmed by the heat.

"Then...that must be good! After eating pancakes, it won't be so spicy!" Jiang Yaojie continued flapping his tongue.

Looking at the performance of the children, Jiang Ling felt that she should make some adjustments to the spiciness, but she did not act in a hurry, and turned to Zhao Erleng's wife's family.

At this moment, Zhao Erleng and his family had just finished their meal. After seeing Jiang Ling coming, Zhao Erleng's wife took Jiang Ling to her courtyard with a smile on her face, pointed at Zhao Dabao and Zhao Erleng and said, "Son, you who are in charge Tell me, how does that bowl taste?"

"Sister-in-law Jiang, how do you make this stuff? I think it's just some common vegetables, but it's really delicious! I just ate two buckwheat pancakes!"

"Yes, big sister, your food tastes really amazing, it's so fragrant and spicy, it makes me want to have another bowl!"

"Go, go! You two are worthless!" Zhao Erleng's daughter-in-law couldn't help but blush when she heard what her man and son said. She frowned and scolded.

"It doesn't matter, if Xiaobao likes to eat, I'll make some tomorrow. Anyway, it's a test, so you help me taste it!" Jiang Ling was very satisfied with the answers of the two people in front of her, and she knew that her small business was about to succeed.