The self-reversal of the cannon fodder fat wife

After returning home, Yinuo asked the two children to go back to their room to rest for a while while she prepared to cook.

But the children refused to listen, and their younger brother Teng Runchen said directly: "I will just sit here and watch you cook. Although you bought clothes for us today, you are our mother, and it is your duty to buy clothes for us."

"I still can't believe that you can cook. I have to keep an eye on you."

Oh, now you know I'm your mother? Not a wicked bitch anymore? The money I spent today was worth it.

Brother Teng Runhong obviously didn't realize that there was something wrong with what his brother said. He just sat on the chair and signaled her that she could go cook.

Yinuo didn't bother with them kids. Since they wanted to watch her cook, she would open their eyes and conquer them with delicious food.

Although she used to be a doctor and was very busy every day, she was a person who pursued life. She would never eat takeout during her rest time and had to cook at home. Therefore, this home-cooked meal was really...soggy for her!

The weather is hot, so it's not suitable to eat too hot food. Yinuo plans to make cold dishes, cold noodles, and a braised pig's trotter, one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and one staple food. For a family of four, Yinuo suddenly seems to feel that such a life is worth looking forward to.

She decided to make braised pig's trotters and intestines first, because they would take some time to braise.

First clean the pig's trotters, then boil a pot of water. While the water is boiling, put the pig's trotters in the fire and roast them for a while, then take them out and scrape them clean. This will effectively remove the hair on the trotters.

Then cut the pig's trotters into small pieces, put them into boiling water, and add ginger slices and rice wine to remove the fishy smell.

The rice wine and soy sauce were just bought. In fact, they are not expensive. One cent can buy two bowls. Yinuo bought four bowls of each, which only cost four cents.

While blanching, she prepared the spices. Put two large pieces of ginger and flatten them, and also the green onions, tie them into a knot, and prepare two handfuls.

After the water boiled, she took out the pig's trotters, cleaned the foam on them, and after cleaning the pot, she added the pig's trotters, ginger, scallion knots, peppercorns, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, and a little bit of these, then added clean water, covered the pot directly, and started to stew.

The only thing that Yinuo felt was that there were no chili peppers. But then she thought, chili peppers were introduced from abroad, and there are so many people doing business in Pengcheng, she wondered if there would be this chili pepper in the future.

While stewing, Yino first boils the pork fat, and then starts preparing the ramen. You can make more noodles and save some for tomorrow.

She took two bowls of noodles, added cold water just pumped from the well, freshly boiled lard, and fine salt, a little at a time, added to the flour in batches, stirring with her hands every time she poured in some. The cold water and noodles absorbed less water, and the taste was more chewy, suitable for frying and boiling without being easily mushy.

Yinuo slowly kneaded the flour into dough. There was no plastic wrap here, so she covered the dough with a large basin and put it on the dining table to rise.

While the dough was rising, she also started to make cold dishes. She is simply a master of time management, and she arranges her time in an orderly manner, just like someone who cooks frequently.

Watching her busying around, the two children were mesmerized. What they could be sure of now was that Yinuo really knew how to cook.

So why didn't she cook before? Why did she start cooking now?

The pig's trotters in the pot kept making gurgling sounds, and the aroma wafted out little by little, making the two children's stomachs rumble.

At this time, Yinuo had already prepared the salad and the dough had risen, so she started to make noodles. Apart from anything else, her technique of making noodles was so skillful that only a cook who was used to working in the kitchen could be so skilled.

The noodles in her hand gradually became longer and thinner, and were hung aside by her.

The two children stood behind her without her noticing: "Wow, this is amazing!"

Yinuo turned around and saw that it was the two children who were concentrating on watching her make noodles. Seeing their shining eyes, Yinuo smiled.

She touched their tall noses with her hands, leaving flour marks on the tips of their noses instantly. They were so cute that her smile deepened.

"Gentlemen, can you help me hang these noodles up?"

My brother agreed immediately: "Of course you can."

My brother also nodded excitedly.

Gradually, the sky darkened and smoke rose from the kitchen. Every household had already cooked their meals and were waiting for the men who were training outside to return home.

As Teng Ke and his comrades entered the village, they smelled an overbearing fragrance.

"Oh, whose dish is this? It smells so good." Lieutenant Yang couldn't help but ask.

He was the highest-ranking official among them, a fifth-rank official. As a lieutenant, the court would arrange a residence for him in the town, but in order to facilitate training, Lieutenant Yang often stayed in the barracks. When he stayed, he would go to the homes of his subordinates to eat and only return to the barracks to rest after he had eaten.

Lieutenant Yang's military pay was evenly distributed among the people he often ate with. It was also because of such a leader that the Xuzhou garrison got along very harmoniously, often chatting and laughing in private, regardless of rank.

Captain Zhou also agreed: "I have never smelled this fragrance before. It shouldn't be made by those sisters-in-law we are familiar with."

"Whose family has a newcomer?"

It must be said that these people have active minds in this regard, and they immediately thought of something wrong. Teng Ke followed behind them, listening to their boundless ridicule, and shook his head helplessly.

Teng Ke's home was at the innermost part and was relatively quiet, so he walked the last section of the way alone.

But the closer he got to home, the stronger the fragrance became, and he was sure that the smell was coming from his home.

When he walked to the door of his house, he saw the scene in the yard through the low gate.

Yinuo was drying noodles with two children. She taught them how to hang them up in a gentle voice and with great patience. The two children stood on a chair, took the noodles she handed over, and stood on tiptoe to hang them on the bamboo pole. At the end, she did not forget to praise the two children for their intelligence.

Those compliments came out of her mouth one by one as if they were free.

The wind is blowing, and the father and son are happy and playful.

Ignoring Yinuo's fat body, the scene of his wife and children talking and laughing, playing and cooking together made Tengke feel unprecedentedly satisfied.

After looking for a while, he pushed the door open.

Seeing him coming home, Yinuo felt like she was waiting for her husband to come home: "You're back! Are you hungry?"

"The food is ready. Take the children and wash your hands before eating. I'll serve it right away."

Knowing that Teng Ke was back, the two children immediately jumped off their chairs and ran towards Teng Ke: "Daddy, look, this is the result of my brother and I."

Teng Ke smiled, squatted down and hugged the two children, and touched the younger brother's head lovingly: "Chen'er is becoming more and more sensible."