Chapter 11: Rolling Noodles
"Xue'er, you haven't been in the kitchen before, do you really know how to cook?" Zhao asked.
"Haven't eaten pork and never seen a pig run? Mother, don't worry, leave lunch to me, you go and rest, otherwise I'm going to be angry! ”
After Han Yingxue finished speaking, she made a straight face.
Seeing Han Yingxue's insistence, Zhao said, "Okay, if it doesn't work, just call your mother, you know?"
"Got it, got it, go get some rest!"
Wang Shishi sent a few handfuls of greens and ten eggs.
Han Yingxue saw Zhao's sallow face, obviously long-term malnutrition. There are also several younger siblings.
In fact, Zhao's appearance and facial features are quite exquisite, if he can raise a round and jade pearl, he must be a big beauty. It's just that the days in the countryside make her face look a little vicissitudes, and she can't see any beauty.
Now that I'm still pregnant, I have to make up for it.
Not to mention a few younger siblings, who look like bean sprouts.
As for herself, she hasn't looked in the mirror yet, but there is no need to guess that this body must be similar to that of several younger siblings.
Ay...... It seems that she will have to make good money in the future and make up for this big family.
Approaching noon, Han Yingxue decided to deal with it casually first.
Take out a handful of vegetables from the basket and prepare to cook noodles for lunch.
"Sister, I'll help you!" Han Yingxia took the green vegetables in Han Yingxue's hand.
When Han Yingxia laughed, there were two shallow pear vortices, which were very good-looking.
"Good!"
The water in the tank was full, and it was the fifth child of the Han family who picked it up this morning. Han Yingxia took out a basin and scooped out a scoop of water.
It is estimated that the green vegetables were just picked by Wang Shishi from the vegetable garden, and they are still very verdant. When stained with water, the green is very beautiful.
"Sister, what are we going to eat at noon?"
"Sister will roll noodles for you to eat!"
"Okay, okay, I haven't eaten noodles for a long time, and my milk used to only give us gruel."
After Han Yingxia finished speaking, she looked at Han Yingxue with some expectation.
The old Han family has too many people, and they can only rely on more than a dozen acres of paddy fields to make a living. Eating rice every day feels luxurious, most of the time, it is porridge with a little pickles.
Han Yingxue made a bowl of flour, made a mess of water, and began to knead it.
The dough she kneaded is involved in her martial arts, so the noodles are very flexible and delicious.
Money is earned, not saved. Looking at the appearance of a few younger sisters, it is really time to make up for it, and Zhao's body should also be well recuperated.
So, Han Yingxue took out four eggs from the basket.
Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu also came over to help raise the fire.
The children of the peasant family are in charge of the house early, and the two children have already learned this kind of work. Now it's easy to help.
When Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu burned the pot red, Han Yingxue scooped out a spoonful of rapeseed oil from the jar and poured it into the pot. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in the pot, and a fragrance came out.
"Sister, it's so fragrant!" Han Yingwu stretched his neck and sniffed, looking salivating.
On weekdays, the old Han family eats together, so there is no oil and water in the dishes.
"Don't worry, soon!" Han Yingxue smiled, Han Yingwu's delicious appearance really made people love and hate.
Han Yingxue smashed the eggs one by one and put them in the pot.
When the eggs were browned on both sides, Han Yingxue scooped a large scoop of water into the pot, and then stuffed the pot and waited for it to boil.
The dough had been cut into strips before, and when the water was boiling, Han Yingxue put the noodles into the pot and told Han Yingwen to simmer them on low heat.
After about three minutes, the noodles were somewhat cooked, and Han Yingxue scalded the vegetables into the pot again, and then covered the pot. Put off the fire and stuff it for a few more minutes.
The thick aroma of a pot of noodles has already spread in the kitchen.