After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

It was getting dark, and it was really time for Jiang Wancheng to start preparing dinner.

Mr. Feng brought supplies up the mountain, and tonight's dinner can finally be a sumptuous one.

Jiang Wancheng opened his backpack and saw that in addition to rice and flour, there were two knives of fresh pork.

Not only that, there was even half a fan of ribs.

It's really hard for the old man to go all the way up the mountain and bring some salt with him, otherwise even if it's meat, it won't taste very good.

Jiang Wancheng decided to wait until tomorrow night for New Year's Eve to eat the ribs. Let's eat a knife of meat tonight!

She lifted up the meat and saw that it was fat and thin, and she was very satisfied.

A sincere smile appeared on his face involuntarily. Since there is meat, let’s eat winter bamboo shoot stew tonight!

"Children, it's time to eat meat!"

Jiang Wancheng shouted, and Sister Ya immediately ran over jumping up and down.

"We finally have meat to eat tonight! Grandpa Feng is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!!"

After hearing this, Mr. Feng laughed and said, "Ghost girl! You are full of ghosts and spirits... But, girl, you are separated from your elder sister, so you have to call me uncle from now on!"

Wen Erlang asked why.

Jiang Wancheng answered from the side: "I just accepted him as my master. From now on, you will call him uncle."

Wen Erlang opened his mouth in shock.

Why didn't he hear any movement?

Is becoming a disciple such a casual thing?

In fact, not only Wen Erlang was surprised, but Jiang Wancheng himself was also a little erratic.

However, since you admit it, you are serious.

Tonight, she decided to show off her skills to the master she had just recognized.

Jiang Wancheng, who hadn't shown off his skills for a long time, pulled up his sleeves and got ready to cook.

Throw the meat out of the pot, blanch it in water first, and then change the water to cook the rice.

Drain the rice when it is half-cooked, then set it aside to cool.

During this period, Jiang Wancheng cut the cooked meat into large pieces and set them aside. Then he peeled off the winter bamboo shoots picked today, cut them into pieces, put them into a rice soup pot, added salt, and blanch them.

When everything is ready, heat the pot again.

There is no oil to moisten the pan, so just throw away the large pieces of meat.

After a while, oil came out of the pot and the pork turned golden brown.

Add the hot water and salt that have been boiled in advance, and then add the winter bamboo shoots to the pot after it boils.

Then, it’s slow cooking and simmering.

There is no extra seasoning, so we can only hope that the flavor of winter bamboo shoots can bring out the freshness of the meat, so that it will not lose the deliciousness of the meal.

After a while, the smell of meat in the pot wafted out again.

Sister Ya was still pestering her elder brother to tell stories, but now she couldn't even listen to the stories.

"Sister, when can we have dinner?"

Sister Ya ran over and hugged Jiang Wancheng's leg, looking at her pitifully, obviously going crazy with greed.

It was meat. She hadn't touched it for several days, and she was frantically swallowing the saliva in her mouth.

Jiang Wancheng rubbed her little face and patiently comforted her: "Come on, come on, the meat needs to be stewed until it is soft and tasty. Does Miss Ya want to eat very unpalatable meat?"

Sister Ya reluctantly held her mouth, "But when will they become soft and rotten? They must not be able to wait to enter my mouth."

Jiang Wancheng was amused by her childlike words, but it was Wen Erlang who called Sister Ya over and stopped her entanglement.

In fact, Wen Erlang's stomach was almost full of greed.

But he is an older child and has better tolerance after all.

As for the other two grown men, one old and one young, it was naturally impossible for them to show their "want to eat" clearly on their faces.

However, everyone was silently counting how long the meat had been stewed...

While the meat was stewing, Jiang Wancheng wanted to remove the stitches from Orion's wound first.

When Feng Lao heard this, he almost exploded: "What!? You want to remove his stitches? No, no, no."

"Disciple, you treated Dalang's injuries before, but it was because you were cornered and forced. There was no other way. Only you could save him."

"But now that you have a master, can the master still let you do such unscrupulous things for these men? Go away, go away, and let me take care of the stitches!"

Feng Lao pushed Jiang Wancheng away righteously.

Jiang Wancheng: ...Okay.

Turn around and continue looking at the meat.

Wen Chaoyan: "???"

Why, before accepting a disciple, it was "your daughter" who was "responsible", but after accepting a disciple, she had a different face? ?

It seems that this girl's apprenticeship is not a good thing for him.

However, Mr. Feng didn't have any big objections to Orion, so the removal of the sutures was considered straightforward.

Wen Chaoyan barely noticed any pain, and all the threads in his body were twitched in a short time.

It was like an ant gnawing at me, with only a few numbing and stinging pains.

Mr. Feng stood up, clapped his hands, and said in a cold voice, "Okay, starting tomorrow, you can also get up and move around more, and do some work."

"Hurry up and put on your clothes. No matter how beautiful your young body is, there is still an unmarried girl here. How can you be exposed all day long!? You should be more decent and innocent!"

Orion, who was inexplicably scolded, said again: "???"

Where did he offend this old man?

Was he being nudity on purpose?

Closing his shirt, Orion thought to himself: Sure enough, this master who was worshiping halfway started to worry about the girl's affairs...

Orion felt that it was extremely bad.

Everyone's stomachs were already growling with hunger, especially when they couldn't eat because of the smell of meat. It was simply inhuman torture.

Finally, Jiang Wancheng shouted: "Ready for dinner!"

Wen Erlang and Sister Ya were the first to bear the brunt and immediately appeared behind her holding bowls.

Jiang Wancheng turned around and was startled. Seeing how impatient they all were, he smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll make another fried rice!"

Because there was only one pot, and it was a deformed pot, Jiang Wancheng opened the lid and took out the extremely soft lumps of meat and bamboo shoots that had been thoroughly stewed in the pot.

A total of four large bowls were served.

Every bowl is filled with lumps of meat and winter bamboo shoots.

The meat shone with a crystal-clear oily sheen, and when you looked at the fat areas, it was already so soft that it would rot if you poked it.

Just looking at it is mouth-watering.

Feng Lao couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to take a bite secretly, but was stared at tightly by Sister Ya.

"Grandpa Feng, oh, no, Master Feng, my sister said that we will wait until she cooks the meal before we eat together. I can hold it in, can you?"

Feng Lao's face turned red with embarrassment, "Of course I can hold it back, well, you are such a good boy."

Hey, disciple, what are you going to cook? Isn’t it fun for each person to hold a bowl of meat and eat it?

Of course Jiang Wancheng has to cook.

Because they haven't tasted white rice for many days.

Compared with meat, she was craving for this mouthful of carbohydrates, and she was almost going crazy.

After all, she has always been a carb head.

Jiang Wancheng pinched the frozen cabbage dry, then quickly fried the vegetable with the lard from the pork belly until soft, and then added the rice that had been drained and allowed to cool.

Soon, the hot and fragrant cabbage fried rice was ready.

After Jiang Wancheng pressed the rice into the last two bowls and served them out, he poured the other four bowls of bamboo shoot stew into the newly vacated pot.

There was still a small fire burning underneath, so the broth began to simmer again after a while.

After dividing the rice again, the meal was finally served.