Green Tea Beauty In Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 24

    Fortunately, Lin Yan's craftsmanship is quite good. Even the noodles made with cornmeal, except for the difference in color, do not seem to be noticeable.

    When Lin Yan made the noodles, the pork bones were already braised.

    The fire at the stove top was raging, and when the gurgling movement was remembered in the pot of stewed pork bones, Lin Yan asked Xu Aizhen to remove a few firewood, and now she had to use a small fire to stew slowly.

    The lid of the pot is firmly covered, but the smell there is still like long legs, and it drills into the nose of the big guy. The female educated youth who was helping with work nearby muttered: "This is too fragrant, I feel like it has lost my soul..."

    This made several other people laugh, saying that the soul can't be fragrant. Now, without the soul, can people be okay?

    Lin Yan made a lot of noodles this time, in order to save some for the evening, and planned to make dumplings for the evening.

    You can cut a bit of meat from the meat of the front leg of the pig, and chop it into stuffing with the leeks that everyone just grew out of the yard this morning.

    About twenty minutes later, Lin Yan took the rag and put it on the lid, and then opened the lid through the rag. Only in this way can I ensure that my hands are not burned by the lid. The pot has been on the stove for such a long time, and it is already hot.

    As soon as the lid was opened, the heat inside scrambled out.

    Xu Aizhen and the others hurriedly sniffed, smelling the rich scent, their mouths filled with body fluid. Zhou Aimei pulled Xu Aizhen's sleeves and asked her to ask Lin Yan when she would be able to post.

    Xu Aizhen wanted to eat it a long time ago. Even if Zhou Aimei didn't ask her to ask, she couldn't help it: "Xiao Yan, can you

    make the noodles?" Lin Yan saw that they both cast expectant glances at her, she pursed her lips and gave an answer that excited them all.

    They are happy, but Lin Yan is also very happy.

    Since she was a child, she has resisted learning how to cook. She hates that grandpa deprives her of time to play with dolls, can't wear beautiful skirts, and stay in the kitchen to smell the fumes.

    She didn't understand why Grandpa must let her learn how to cook. She was angry every day, deliberately sabotage, shaved off his beard while grandpa was sleeping, anyway, grandpa forced her to learn how to cook, she would make him unhappy.

    Later, after she accepted all this, she gradually found meaning in it. She began to experience and learn all this with her heart. When someone is satisfied with the food she cooks, she also enjoys it.

    Even here, without the high-quality and rich ingredients she used to, some are just simple home-cooked dishes. But Lin Yan didn't think there was anything. As long as everyone likes to eat her meals, her satisfaction is real.

    Five minutes later, the noodles came out of the pot.

    The scent spread from the stove, and the male educated youths in the yard prepared their own bowls and chopsticks. They lined up to serve the noodles in an orderly manner.

    Each person had a bowl of noodles and a pork bone. Lin Yan also told everyone that the remaining bones should not be littered. She was still useful. Everyone responded quickly and hurried to eat the noodles.

    Holding a bowl of hot noodles, sat on the table. In the bowl was half a bowl of bone soup that was lightly greasy, and then put a large tube of bone, sprinkled with a little green onion. The scent penetrated the nose and hooked out all the gluttons in his stomach. He swallowed his saliva, picked up the chopsticks, and started.