Reborn: Still want me to be the receiver? impossible

"Qiangzi, can you cook?" Xiong Fengxia expressed doubts about whether Shu Zhiqiang could cook.

After raising this son for more than 20 years, how could she not know whether he could cook?

I finally bought a few kilograms of meat. It would be a sin if it was wasted.

"Don't worry, Mom. If you're not worried, why don't you just sit by and watch?"

Shu Zhiqiang shook his head and smiled, then looked at his brother who was holding the cake and devouring it: "Zhiguo, light the fire."

"Okay!" Shu Zhiguo wiped his hands, then squatted behind the stove while chewing.

Shu Zhiqiang took out two kilograms of fat meat without bothering and quickly cut it into strips.

This thing is used to boil lard. Oil resources are very scarce at this time, so most ordinary people eat lard or vegetable oil.

But in order to eat something fishy, ​​lard is the choice of most people.

After all, after the fat meat is cooked into lard, the taste of the oil residue is also very crispy and delicious.

After being forced to start a business in his previous life, Fu Huijuan wanted him to separate from his parents.

Without the help of their parents, they have to cook by themselves, but Fu Huijuan is the one who never touches Yang Chun Shui.

For the sake of his children, Shu Zhiqiang could only learn to cook for them while busy with his business.

After all, the business was just starting out at that time, and it was impossible for their family to afford a nanny or something.

However, he is a grown man who has never cooked before, so Fu Huijuan often finds his food unpalatable.

For this reason, Shu Zhiqiang could only spend money to consult with some great chefs for a period of time, and his cooking skills gradually improved.

His relatives paid a lot for his family, and he also paid a lot, but in the end he ended up with no children or grandchildren.

Ugh……

Xiong Fengxia was a little surprised when she saw Shu Zhiqiang, who was quickly cutting two pounds of fat into strips with his sharp knife skills.

It was as if she had met her son for the first time. She didn't know when he had become so good at swordsmanship.

Shu Zhiqiang quickly cut up the fat and threw it all into the pot. Then pick out some lard from the iron can next to it and throw it into it.

This is done to allow the fat to release oil quickly, otherwise it will stick to the pan for too long and cause the fat to shrink and lose oil.

After doing this, Shu Zhiqiang kept shoveling the fat with a shovel to prevent it from sticking to the pan, while looking sideways at his brother who was red from the fire.

"Zhiguo, where's the lobster I asked you to catch?"

"Lobster! What lobster?" Shu Zhiguo was stunned and looked at Shu Zhiqiang with confusion.

Uh……

Shu Zhiqiang patted his forehead. He secretly said that he had never explained it to the other party, so it was strange that the other party knew about it.

"It's just a big bug. Didn't I ask you to catch two kilograms from the ditch in the morning?"

"Oh! Right, right." Shu Zhiguo suddenly realized, then got up and went to the back door to bring in a wooden bucket.

"Brother, they are all here. What is this thing called lobster?"

"Yes, this thing is called lobster. I will make one for you to try later."

Shu Zhiqiang lowered his head and took a look. Inside were huge scorpion-shaped creatures covered in black and red armor.

Lobsters in this era had not yet been widely fished, so they were surprisingly large.

When future generations start eating lobsters and use pesticides, chemical fertilizers, etc., it will be difficult to find such big lobsters.

"What! Can this thing be eaten?" Shu Zhiguo's eyes widened, he glanced at his elder brother in surprise and then looked down at the black thing.

Where can I eat this thing? Is it a piece of hard armor?

"Qiangzi, don't waste oil. I've never heard that this stuff is edible."

Xiong Fengxia also looked at Shu Zhiqiang with a worried look, fearing that the other party would ruin things again.

"You can eat it, of course you can, and I guarantee you will feel it's too little later."

Shu Zhiqiang smiled slightly, looked at the two of them confidently and assured.

Soon, the fat meat in the pot began to sizzle with oil, and the strong smell of meat immediately filled the entire backyard and wafted outside.

"It smells so good!" Shu Zhiguo purred and swallowed, staring at the oil residue in the pot with burning eyes.

It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten meat, and it’s a pleasure to smell this aroma again.

"Which family is cooking up oil residue? It's not the New Year or the festival, and it's hard to live a good life?"

Zhou Muying, who lived next door, sniffed hard, as if he wanted to inhale all the meaty aroma in the air into his body.

This scent is so delicious.

Originally, their family of four had a relatively comfortable life relying on financial support from their mother's family.

But since the eldest daughter of the family was admitted to a normal university, the family has never eaten meat again.

Although there is no tuition problem when studying in college now. But living expenses are still needed.

It cost several hundred yuan a semester, and she had borrowed it from relatives and friends.

When they heard that a college student was born in her family, everyone rushed to lend money to her family.

Now that they have to pay off their debts every month, their family of three can't even think about eating meat.

But she also understands. Just wait until my daughter graduates, and she will become a teacher by then. The money owed will be paid off soon.

"Muying, whose family is cooking oily residue here? This is too fragrant."

Shu Long on the side was drinking corn mush and looked up at Zhou Muying with a greedy look on his face.

Zhou Muying shook her head and looked in the direction next door: "It seems to be the scent coming from Lao Bai's house."

"Their family eats meat again? It must be two or three times this month, right?" Shu Long was a little surprised and a little envious at the same time.

The people next door eat meat every three days, and the fragrance spreads far and wide. They smell the aroma of meat but cannot eat it. Who can bear this?

Looking at their table of corn mush and sweet potatoes, the feeling that I could still eat two bites disappeared in an instant.

Compared with the smell of meat, this thing is shit.

"It doesn't matter how many times we eat. After all, we have two iron rice bowls at home."

Zhou Muying rolled his eyes, his tone full of envy and jealousy.

Lao Bai's family is one of the rich people in Shujia Village. His wife and children are all factory employees.

Sixty or seventy yuan a month, how many meals of meat is nothing?

The sad thing is that this family lives next door to them, and all they eat is polenta mush and sweet potatoes.

"No, I can't eat anymore." Shu Long shook his head, put down the bowl and chopsticks and walked out of the room.

Zhou Muying rolled her eyes, still unable to eat the food that lasted for a hundred days.

When the two of them walked to the courtyard dam, they saw Lao Bai next door passing by with a hoe.

"Old Bai. Are you preparing to go to the fields? Are you not going to eat? You can smell the oil residue cooked by my sister-in-law from afar,"

Hearing Zhou Muying's shout, Lao Bai turned around and looked at the two of them like idiots.

"I just ate meat a few days ago and I'm eating meat today. Is it still difficult to survive?" After saying this, he raised his finger and pointed at Shu Zhiqiang's house.

"You don't even know the smell of meat coming from Xiao Ketou's house next door? You guys are still brothers."

After saying that, he ignored the two of them and walked towards the field, cursing.

"Biaozi's family cooks meat?" Shu Long and Zhou Muying looked at each other and saw the disbelief in each other's pupils.