Listening to Lu Tianzhi's words, Father Lu suddenly realized.

Lu Jiang didn't know about it, but Lu's father knew it, he heard Lu Tianzhi tell him that day, but he didn't expect that the girl who helped Lu Tianzhi escape from a group of children was actually Feng Qingxue! What a lot of fate this has to be.

The most important point is that the events of that day show that Feng Qingxue really doesn't care about the good or bad ingredients.

Lu's father's emphasis on wind and snow in his heart increased by three points, and he was secretly glad that he still asked Wang Zhengguo to be a matchmaker for Lu Jiang when Wang Jiao did not agree to marry Lu Jiang, so he urged Lu Jiang to cook vigorously.

"I'm going to help!" Although he is a delicate guest, he can't do the thing of letting others cook and eat directly on the table.

The Lu family does not have a kitchen, but a simple stove is built under the grass shed outside the house.

Cattle are more noble than people, and they are often fed with fodder in winter, so each production team's cowshed has a pot stove.

There are two iron pots covered with wooden lids, one large and one small, and in front of the stove are firewood, cotton poles, corn cob cores, and tree branches.

Lu Jiang was hurriedly brushing the pot and lighting the fire, busy at both ends.

When he was in the army, he also entered the cooking class, but he didn't do it for many years, and his hands were very raw, and it seemed that he would have to pick them up in the future.

"You light the fire, I'll do the rest!" Feng Qingxue easily tied the black apron that Lu's father usually used for cooking.

"How does this work?" Lu Jiang wiped his face, and he didn't know that he was stained with firewood ashes.

Feng Qingxue said: "What's not to do? ”

All the vegetables and meat have been washed and packed in large and small plates and bowls, the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are very well prepared, and the main task of Feng Qingxue is to fry the vegetables and meat in one pot.

She has no professional chef training, and her skills are at the level of home cooking, but it is enough.

According to the preparation of the Lu family, Feng Qingxue thought about it for a while, and quickly prepared a menu, braised hare meat, stewed pork ribs with radish, shredded hot and sour potatoes and crucian carp soup.

As for the other dishes and meat, she didn't plan to make them all, but left them for the Lu family to eat later.

Lu Jiang sat on the futon in front of the stove and lit the fire, and took a few sweet potatoes and buried them in the ash pile under the stove.

Before the meal was ready, the sweet potatoes in the ash pile were fully cooked.

Lu Jiang took out the sweet potato with a fire hook, "Qingxue, you pad your stomach first." ”

Hare meat is stewed in the big pot, pork ribs are stewed in the small pot, the wind and snow are mixed with noodles in the sand pot, and the cornmeal is mixed with sorghum noodles and black noodles, and when I heard Lu Jiang's words, I turned my head and smiled, "Give it to Uncle Lu and the two children while it's hot, I'm not hungry now, and I'm busy." "I was busy pasting a circle of cakes in the cauldron, and the rabbit meat was cooked, and the cakes were cooked.

"Okay." Lu Jiang called his nephew, "Take the sweet potato and eat it, and give one to grandpa." ”

The sweet potato is still very hot, so hot that Lu Tianjun, who has just picked up a sweet potato, changed his left hand to his right hand, and blew at the sweet potato, finally not so hot, peeled off the black skin, and dyed his fingers black, but the sweet potato revealed a white and soft pulp, exuding an attractive fragrance.

Lu Tianzhi tiptoed into the cauldron, "Aunt Xue, what are we going to eat at noon?" ”

It's so fragrant, Lu Tianzhi couldn't help but take a breath, his eyes sparkled, and then swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

They have been eating Lu's father's cooking all these years, and Lu's father's level is that every time he makes the dish, he is either half-cooked or pasted at the bottom of the pot, and the noodles are often boiled into a lump, and there is no color and fragrance at all.

Feng Qingxue put the last piece of cake into the pot, covered the pot, lowered his head and smiled: "I have made a lot of dishes, and I will eat more later." ”

"Good!"