Xiaobao sat on a stool and obediently ate oranges, and a group of old men were driven to the west room by Chen Baishuang to talk.

Qiao Hanqing followed the brothers of the Leng family to Yu Shuyun's house to help chop wood.

Mrs. Han and Aunt Qiao saw Fu Yingshao come in, and they were afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so they went to the East House to find a few old ladies to chat.

Fu Yingshao now understands that the so-called "relying on oil" is boiling lard. And the "oil zila" in the Leng family's mouth before was lard residue.

But he still doesn't understand what's so good about this kind of thing.

"This depends on oil, but it's a technical job, it's not good to cut the meat piece big, it's not enough, the cut meat piece is small, it's nothing, the meat piece should be cut into a small size, the cut meat piece is poured into the pot, and water must be added, this water is filled too much, and it can't be burned for a while, if the water is filled less, it will become fried meat, and it still can't be done. This firewood is also particular, the fire is urgent, and the fire is small. Rely on good oil, but also pay attention to the technique, the best fat meat is clean, take a look, it is full of shredded lean meat, sprinkle with a little salt, dry and salty, just eat with some bud rice porridge and big cakes, it is much more delicious than pickles, fragrant and fragrant, not greasy at all. ”

Leng Qingzhu explained to Fu Yingshao with great interest.

I wonder if it will taste better if it will be better if it is sprinkled with some cumin chili powder.

Chen Baishuang didn't want to deal with her.

"Speaking of which, the oil that my mother relies on is the most delicious, and others can't rely on it like this, the lard that comes out is snow-white and snow-white, put some radish slices in it, and a jar of oil can be put for two or three years and can't be eaten. The old aunt can't do it, there are a lot of fat and lean meat on the side of the oil, and she is usually tired of eating, and the most suitable is to wrap sauerkraut-stuffed dumplings. ”

"That's not what you said yesterday." Fu Yingshao reminded her that she said yesterday that the sauerkraut oil dumplings made by her aunt were the most delicious.

Leng Qingzhu smiled dryly: "So the dumplings made by the old aunt are the best?" ”

Fu Yingshao: "......" still seems to be wrong.

"So, you came to me and talked nonsense, didn't you?"

Chen Baishuang glanced at her: "I don't know what you're grinding here, Yao, wash your hands, wash your hands and cut meat, just let me rest for a while." ”

"Okay, you rest, I'll come."

Leng Qingzhu heard this, and hurriedly went to wash his hands, and when he came back, he went to get the kitchen knife in Chen Baishuang's hand.

"Okay, I'm just saying, you're going to do it, I can't trust you yet!" Chen Baishuang just talked about it, but in fact, he was reluctant to let this old girl work.

"Don't say you can believe it or not, I cut it out, can you see it?"

"I've got my hands dirty, and you're all over again."

The kitchen knife was taken away by Leng Qingzhu strongly, and Chen Baishuang could only watch her daughter get up and drop the knife from the side, and quickly cut out the meat pieces of equal size.

After a piece of meat was cut, Chen Baishuang nodded:

"Well, it's okay, it's more useful than pulling the dog."

"Are you really, is this a compliment to me, or is it a disservice to me?" Leng Qingzhu said with a smile.

"Have you ever seen anything so hurtful?" Chen Baishuang saw that her daughter was really capable, so she was relieved: "Cut out the oil and put it alone, put it there when you are tired, and my mother will come back and cut it in a while." ”

She looked at Xiaobao who was sitting on the stool, and then at Fu Yingshao.

Chen Baishuang has not yet adapted to her mother-in-law's new identity, and she is always a little uncomfortable when she sees Fu Yingshao.

Fu Yingshao looked at Leng Qingzhu and stopped talking.