Sweet Dreams in Famine Years: The System Leads to a Brilliant Life

She could clearly smell the stench of pig intestines just now, but now she couldn't smell anything at all.

Zeng Zhengen looked at Zeng's mother's puzzled expression and chuckled.

"Mom, it's not that your nose is the problem, but I have already cleaned the pig intestines, so naturally there is no smell."

There was obvious disbelief on Zeng's mother's face. Zeng Zhengen didn't say much, but directly picked up the pig intestine and handed it to Zeng's mother, asking her to smell it.

Zeng's mother sniffed carefully and really didn't smell that stinky smell.

"Zeng'er, what is going on?" asked Zeng's mother.

Zeng Zhengen looked at his mother like a curious baby, and immediately explained to her with a smile that the flour had absorbed the grease on the inner wall of the pig's large intestine. Without the grease inside, the pig's large intestine would naturally not smell bad.

Zeng's mother only had a vague understanding of Zeng Zhengen's explanation, but she finally understood one thing, which was that the reason the pig intestines could be washed so clean was because of the flour that her daughter had just added.

"Mom, this is what they call giving is gaining. Only by giving up that handful of flour can we get such clean pig intestines, right?"

Zeng's mother simply rolled her eyes at Zeng Zhengen.

"Do you really think your mother is a three-year-old child?"

She is not so easy to fool. How much is a pound of white flour? How much is a pound of pig offal? Do you really think she can't count?

Zeng's mother snorted coldly and turned her head to the other side.

Zeng Zhengen looked at his mother's proud and spoiled appearance and couldn't help but chuckle.

After that, he stopped teasing Zeng's mother and concentrated on cleaning the other pigs' offal.

After half an hour, all the pig offal was finally cleaned. Zeng Zhengen called his mother to bring the cleaned pig offal into the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, Zeng Zhengen asked the three boys to start a fire.

Zeng's mother stopped talking at this time and just watched from the side. She was really curious about how her daughter was going to cook the pig offal.

The boys quickly started a fire. Zeng Zhengen cleaned the pot, added some water into it, and then put the pig offal into the boiler to blanch it.

After blanching, take the pig out of the water and rinse it with cold water.

After the pan is hot, pour in a proper amount of oil, then add rock sugar and fry until the sugar turns brown. Then pour the pork offal into the pan and stir-fry evenly. Add salt and then add water.

Afterwards, Zeng Zhengen took out the seasonings that he had prepared earlier from the cupboard, and then put them into the pot one by one.

Zeng's mother looked at the seasonings Zeng Zhengen took out with her eyes wide open. Many of these seasonings she had never seen before, and she didn't know where Zeng got them from?

After putting everything in, Zeng Zhengen finally put the lid on the pot.

After that, Zeng Zhengen started chatting with Zeng's mother in a casual manner.

Time passed little by little, the pot was bubbling with steam, and the fragrance gradually wafted out of the pot.

When Zeng's mother smelled the aroma coming from the pot, she found it a little unbelievable.

If she hadn't been watching, she would never have imagined that what was being cooked in the pot was pig offal.

Little foodie Zhang Jiahu was so greedy that his saliva was almost watering when he smelled the aroma coming out of the pot.

"Mom, this isn't ready yet?"

They had been cooking for almost an hour, and he had been smelling the fragrance for more than half an hour.

Zeng Zhengen opened the lid of the pot and looked at what was inside, then put the lid back on.

"It's almost cooked, just simmer it for a while." Zeng Zhengen said.

Zhang Jiahu was so happy that he almost jumped up from the ground, but soon he seemed to have thought of something.

"Mom, I'll go wash the rice and steam it now."

You can tell that the dishes my mother cooks are delicious, so I have to steam more rice tonight.

When Zhang Jiahu went to wash the rice, Zeng Zhengen was also preparing some remaining pig intestines. Zeng Zhengen was going to make stir-fried intestines with sauerkraut.

When Zeng's mother knew that Zeng Zhengen wanted to eat sauerkraut, she went straight back to the house next door and took the entire jar of sauerkraut.

Without waiting for Zeng Zhengen to speak, Zhang Jiaqi grabbed a handful of pickled cabbage, washed it and handed it to Zeng Zhengen.

"Mom, the pickled cabbage has been washed."

With the help of a few kids, Zeng Zhengen quickly prepared dinner.

"Jun'er, go next door and call your grandfather and uncle over for dinner." Zeng Zhengen instructed Zhang Jiajun.

Zhang Jiajun nodded in response, then walked towards Zeng's house next door.

After a while, Zhang Jiajun called Zeng's father and others over.

As soon as they arrived at the door, the rich fragrance hit them in the face.

Wang Huan sniffed sharply and muttered something in a low voice, but because the sound was too loud, no one heard it.

Zeng Sicheng just shouted directly.

"Wow! This smells so good. My aunt's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Zeng Sicheng now admires this aunt very much. Not only is she a great fighter, but she is also an excellent cook.

Zeng Sicheng even thought to himself that when he grew up, he would definitely find a woman who was a great cook like his aunt to be his wife.

This way you can eat lots of delicious food every day.

As soon as Zeng's mother came out, she heard what her grandson said.

"Cheng'er, are you saying that grandma's cooking skills are bad?" Zeng's mother deliberately put on a stern face and pretended to be very sad.

Zeng Sicheng was shocked.

"No, grandma, I didn't say that. Grandma, your cooking skills are also very good. The food is much better than what my mother cooks."

Zeng's mother scratched the tip of his nose and said unhappily, "You are the only one who has a sweet mouth."

Zeng Sicheng held his mother's arm and shook it continuously.

"No, what I said is true."

"Okay, okay, isn't it enough that grandma believes in you? Stop shaking it, or you're going to shake my old bones apart." Zeng's mother said with a smile.

Zeng Sicheng then let go of his mother's hand and looked at her with concern.

"Granny, grandma, are you okay?"

Mother Yang clapped her hands and said with a smile, "It's okay, grandma, it's okay. Let's go in quickly! Your aunt has already prepared the meal."

As soon as Zeng's mother said this, Zeng Sicheng no longer held Zeng's mother's arm and quickly walked inside.

Zeng Sirui followed Zeng Sicheng in. Wang Huan also wanted to follow in, but when she saw Zeng's mother standing next to them, she had to be patient and wait until everyone else went in before she followed.

In the main room, the Zhang Jiaqi brothers had already set out all the dishes and chopsticks.

When they saw their great-father coming in, they hurriedly called him "Grandpa".

The great-father responded with a smile, then called the two little ones over and had a brief conversation with the grandparents and grandchildren.

Zeng Zhengen came out of the kitchen carrying the braised pork offal. Seeing a few little guys still surrounding Zeng's father, he started talking.