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In the yard, Duan Minmin built up a fire, and the flames shot up. As the soup in the pot rolled up and down, a strong aroma of stewed meat gradually filled the yard and began to spread outside.

With a creak, Mr. Jiang opened the door.

"Aunt, are you stewing pork?" Seeing Duan Minmin constantly adding fuel to the fire around a crooked earthen stove in the yard, Master Jiang walked quickly towards the stove while greedily breathing in the fragrance in the air.

"That's right, nephew. Your favorite." Duan Minmin looked at him with amusement.

Sure enough, no Northeastern child can resist iron pot stewed ne.

Young Master Jiang didn't leave either. He asked Aji to bring a stool over. He sat by the stove, staring at the goose in the pot, and chatted with Duan Minmin in a casual manner.

He was sleeping soundly just now, and he felt as if he was back home in Liaodong. A familiar fragrance went straight into his nose. At first he thought it was a dream, but when he woke up in a daze, he realized that it was the smell coming from outside.

The color of this big ne, the taste of this little one, is simply amazing. If these two aunts said that they were from Liaodong, he would also believe it.

Liu Cuilan next door was cooking, of course, wild vegetable porridge. As she smelled the increasingly strong aroma of meat, she felt suffocated.

Your family is the only one that is rich and can eat meat, right? But you have to cook meat in the yard to show off.

Liu Cuilan threw away the spatula and wanted to come out and curse a few words to vent her anger, but when she walked into the yard, she saw Mr. Jiang and his servant also by the pot, and she lost her courage in an instant.

"Agui, you're here?" Aji suddenly shouted outside.

The two people beside the pot looked up and saw that it was the servant who came to deliver the food.

Seeing someone delivering more food, Liu Cuilan was so jealous that she went crazy but there was nothing she could do. She just waved her hands and went back to the kitchen cursing under her breath.

This porridge is so greasy that I can’t even eat a single bite.

A servant named Agui was carrying two large bags and a backpack, and it seemed that he had brought a lot of things. Aji hurriedly opened the gate, took the things from Agui's hands, and went with him to the kitchen.

Zheng Yuan sighed helplessly when he saw so many things. Did Manager Zhang think that this family were gluttons?

"Little brother, go back and tell Manager Zhang that if he has to deliver food every day, you don't have to prepare so many dishes. Just consider enough to eat. Otherwise, we won't be able to finish them, and it will be a waste if they go bad." Zheng Yuan and the servant instructed after taking the things from the two men.

"Okay, auntie. I'll tell Manager Zhang when I get back. I'll be going back now." As he said that, he was about to walk out.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go. Eat your meal first. Aji wants to go back with you today too. Why are you in such a hurry? The meal will be ready soon!" Zheng Yuan hurriedly stopped him.

"You want to go back too?" Agui looked at Aji.

"Yes, our master asked me to go back and get something. I will go with you after dinner."

"Yes, you have to eat when you get back. Wouldn't it be better to travel on your way after having a full stomach? Oh, go and call the driver as well."

"Aunt, I came here by myself today. I drove the carriage to the yard of the family where the horse was parked that day, gave him two cents and asked him to help take care of the horse for me." Agui explained to Zheng Yuan.

"Okay, then go play outside, dinner will be served soon."

After leaving the kitchen, Agui didn't dare to go to Mr. Jiang. He just took Aji aside and talked to him.

However, as the stewing time increased, the aroma of the goose stewed in the iron pot became stronger and stronger, and the two of them could not help but keep their eyes on the pot.

This auntie’s cooking smells so good!

“What a nice smell! What a nice smell…”

Sizhu's voice came from far away. With a bang, Sizhu pushed open the door with a hoe and rushed in first, followed by the other children.

"Wow! Auntie, what delicious food is this?" There were beads of sweat hanging on Sizhu's nose, and the other children were also panting.

They smelled a strong fragrance from a distance. They knew without thinking that the mother had made something delicious. Everyone couldn't help but quicken their pace.

The villagers followed them with envious eyes. The children straightened their chests unconsciously, feeling extremely proud.

"Is the iron pot stewed goose made by your mother delicious?" Duan Minmin replied with a smile, wiping the sweat from his face with her sleeve.

"Fragrant!" Sizhu nodded quickly.

Dashu came over and took the hoe from his shoulder: "Don't put down the hoe, go wash your hands."

Sizhu reluctantly followed him to the kitchen.

Today we had goose stewed in an iron pot. Zheng Yuan kept the dish simple, just stir-frying some cabbage, mixing some cucumbers together, and cooking a pot of carrot soup.

The radish soup is already being cooked.

Seeing the children coming in, Zheng Yuan stepped aside to wash their hands.

"You've worked hard today. Wash your hands quickly. We'll be ready to eat soon."

When the children heard that it was almost time for dinner, they smiled even brighter and obediently crowded in front of the water tank to wash their hands.

"Aunt, you are so amazing. You can cook so many dishes." After washing her hands, Tao'er stood beside Zheng Yuan with shining eyes.

"That's nothing. I know much more than this. Don't worry, you are my first closed disciple, and I absolutely guarantee that you will learn everything I know." Zheng Yuan patted Tao'er's shoulder to show encouragement.

"Stop bragging, the soup is almost done, come and get your goose!" Duan Minmin lifted the lid of the pot and saw that half of the soup was gone, so she hurriedly shouted into the kitchen.

"Hey! Here I come! Tao'er, help aunt hold the spatula."

Zheng Yuan took the soaked dried mushrooms, dried beans and cabbage to the earthen stove and poured them all into the pot, then took the spatula and stirred them evenly. He then took out the dough, rolled it into long pieces, and placed them on the edge of the pot, then covered the pot.

The children had never seen this way of eating before and they found it very strange. They didn’t expect that the pancake could be eaten like this.

"It's ok, it will be ready in a little while, Amin, turn up the heat!"

"okay!"

Under the fierce attack of the fire, the soup visibly changed from thin to thick, and the aroma became stronger.

Zheng Yuan also took the children to move the table to the yard, put some side dishes and rice on it, and put stools next to the stove. After a while, everyone ate around the stove, and if they wanted to eat other side dishes, they just went to the table to get them.

The food cooked in this iron pot should be eaten while sitting around the pot, that's the authentic taste.

Seeing that the soup was almost done, Zheng Yuan quickly stir-fried it twice and asked Duan Minmin to turn off the firewood and continue cooking with only a little bit of charcoal left.

"Okay, let's eat!"

The children had never seen this way of eating around the stove, so they didn't care and just brought stools and sat around.

They picked up their chopsticks and took a bite, motioning for the children to start.

They had been craving for the food for a long time, and when they saw the two of them start to eat, the children couldn't wait to put their chopsticks into the pot.

"Aunt, your iron pot stew is just so good." Mr. Jiang took a bite of the goose meat and couldn't help but praise it.

"Mom, why have I never eaten this way before? It's so delicious. Mom, how come you have so much food?" Sizhu looked at Zheng Yuan in admiration.

"That's right, mother knows a lot of things." Erhe also boasted a little.

"These mushrooms and beans are delicious, even better than meat. And this pancake is crispy on top, and soft with the soup on the bottom, so delicious."

"Mom, you cooked the fire very well. The goose meat is stewed so soft and tender." Seeing that someone was praising Zheng Yuan, Xing'er was afraid that Duan Minmin would feel uncomfortable, so she complimented him awkwardly.

Duan Minmin was choked and stunned. No, my little Xing'er, there is nothing to praise. In fact, mother doesn't need praise that much.

But seeing Xing'er's serious look, Duan Minmin couldn't help but put a large piece of goose meat in her bowl and teased: "Thank you Xing'er for your flattery. Mom will definitely work harder to make firewood in the future!"

He also looked very serious, as if he wanted to make fire-making his lifelong career.