Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

When Wei Wei saw it, he knew without thinking that there was something wrong with his plate. He stretched out his chopsticks and tasted his masterpiece.

She swallowed her own product without changing her expression. Fortunately, it was cooked and stronger than nutrient solution. She was satisfied in her heart.

Wei Wei: "Grandma Jiang, is the porridge ready for the morning? I can't waste the dish I prepared for the first time."

As if he was about to eat the dish, Qian Duoduo couldn't help but break his chopsticks.

"Sister Wei, how about forget it, we won't eat, haven't we raised chickens? Just feed them." If he hadn't spit out the food in his mouth and was rude to Sister Wei, he would have paid back the money. I really don't want to use my mouth.

Grandma Jiang stood up without saying a word and silently filled three bowls of sweet potato porridge. Could she not know Wei Wei?

For someone who loves delicious food, she would like to see how long Wei Wei can be so stubborn before she turns her chopsticks to another plate of shredded potatoes.

Wei Wei ate the porridge, chopstick by chopstick, until the whole dish was gone. He really did what he said and cooked the dish himself.

Grandma Jiang and Qian Duoduo were both dumbfounded. The chickens probably wouldn't even eat the food.

There was a weird smell, it was either mushy or the taste was indescribable. Eating potatoes dry was better than Wei Wei's job.

"Sister Wei, you are so awesome." Qian Duoduo was so impressed that she couldn't catch up to him because he was a boss and she was a rookie, and she had to be guided by her. With this determination, she couldn't catch up.

Grandma Jiang stared blankly from the moment Wei Wei started destroying her masterpiece, wondering how Wei Wei managed to eat such unpalatable food. Don’t you really like delicious food?

Grandma Jiang, who has never drank nutrient solution, has a skill that is not inferior to that of a chef. Naturally, she doesn’t know that the taste is already amazing, isn’t it? It’s just tasteless, but at least the salty taste is there. Savor it carefully. , still has the taste of potatoes.

Wei Wei thought their taste was average and acceptable.

The table arranged by Mr. Yuan and Mrs. Yuan was the real disaster scene.

"How is it?" Qian Duoduo asked cautiously, "Do you feel uncomfortable eating?"

"No, it's delicious." Wei Wei gave a completely different evaluation from Qian Duoduo and Grandma Jiang, "Grandma Jiang, let's take a rest and continue learning. This time, we will learn meat dishes."

It can be seen that Wei Wei is really full of confidence, because Grandma Jiang casually said that this is the same operation for other types of dishes, just stir-fry.

Wei Wei thought it was okay and could move on to other types, which shocked the two of them.

"Weiwei, let's practice more. Besides, we don't have any meat on our hands now." Grandma Jiang's eyelids twitched. Meat dishes can test one's skills, but there is no flavor of the vegetables themselves to sustain them.

"It's okay, we have Duoduo, right? Duoduo?" Wei Wei had already seen the piece of pork belly that Duoduo brought back early in the morning.

Wei Wei put the meat tickets and money on the table, "Come on, Duoduo, I'll give you the money and give me the meat."

Qian Duoduo went to the slaughterhouse, and they had as much meat as they wanted. They were people with two jobs and welfare benefits, so they only queued up and didn't buy meat. There was no such thing as no meat tickets.

Qian Duoduo's eyes drifted to Grandma Jiang, help, Grandma Jiang, think of a way, although the meat is not bad, but Sister Wei's craftsmanship, isn't this a waste of meat?

Grandma Jiang smiled calmly, "Wei Wei, looking at you like this, you don't have much talent." After all, the simplest potato shreds are like this, and the quality is really good.

The result is even more beautiful than what she made. That's the kind of people who really don't know how to cook. No matter how much they teach them, they are still the same and they are wasting materials.

"Grandma Jiang, I cook it myself and eat it myself. I can accept the taste, really." Wei Wei looked at Grandma Jiang sincerely, fearing that Grandma Jiang wouldn't believe it.

Between the 'ordinary taste' and the delicious but 'added' food, Wei Wei chose the ordinary one, which was really 'gratifying'. She was crying in her heart when she made this decision.

But this decision not only resisted the temptation of delicious food, but also curbed the greed. The lady of the state-owned restaurant really had "immeasurable merit".

From then on, in the land of China, a truly impeccable powerhouse officially emerged, with no blind spots or holes in all directions.

In the past, she could plot against Wei Wei based on her greed, but now, I'm sorry, she doesn't eat food from outside.

"Well, I think so. You are really determined, so grandma has no choice but to show off her real skills." Grandma Jiang had a mysterious smile on her lips.

"I will definitely study hard," Wei Wei promised, "It will be good if I can enter."

"Of course, come on, Weiwei, come here, be careful." Grandma Jiang took out the onions, ginger, and garlic, peeled off the skin, smashed them, cut them into cubes, and put them in a bowl.

Then she added salt, thin yellow sauce, MSG pepper, and his secret thirteen spices that she secretly found someone to buy from Lao Wang. Finally, she cut some Sichuan peppercorns and put them in, and then poured soy sauce and mature vinegar into it.

"Grandma Jiang, what is this?" Wei Wei's mind was full of questions. Aren't we going to teach meat cooking?

"This is the dipping sauce for you to dip the meat in." Grandma Jiang directed Qian Duoduo to light the fire. "In the end, all it takes is a splash of hot oil to stimulate the aroma."

Grandma Jiang waited for the water in the pot to boil dry, poured half a spoonful of peanut oil, waited for the oil temperature to come up, and poured it into the bowl she had just mixed...

Wei Wei couldn't help but take a few more breaths of air. The smell was delicious.

"It's your turn now," Grandma Jiang gave up her position to Wei Wei, "If you're not sure, just let the oil heat up for a while."

Wei Wei nodded solemnly. She probably couldn't have such a solemn expression during the mission.

I copied Grandma Jiang’s action of placing the materials, one to one ratio, and finally, a splash of hot oil...

Silence is the Jiang family's kitchen at this time.

"It's okay." In the end, it was Wei Wei who forced herself to save her respect. "Apart from the fact that the oil is too hot, there is no other difference. It is still fragrant."

But, Sister Wei/Wei Wei, have you ignored the faint burning smell in the air?

"What to do next?" Wei Wei took out the one-pound piece of pork belly.

"Grandma Jiang twitched her lips, "The next step is the simplest. Clean the meat. Weiwei, you start cutting it. Cut the meat as thinly as you want. "

Grandma Jiang waited for Wei Wei to clean the pork belly, then cut a thin piece of meat for Wei Wei and laid it on the plate, not much thicker than paper.

"Is it thinner than yours, grandma?" Wei Wei asked worriedly.

"Cut it as thinly as you can." Grandma Jiang flashed back to the scene of eating antique soup. The chef cut the meat so that light could pass through it.

With Grandma Jiang's words, Wei Wei started cutting the meat. The pieces of meat that Grandma Jiang thought were so thin that they were transparent were evenly placed on the plate.