At the beginning of the famine, I became famous all over the world with my useless system

Lin Qing had cooked braised pork on a whim before, but she didn't know whether it was because she borrowed the wrong recipe or because she made the wrong steps, but it was a complete failure.

The color is as black as lacquer and the flesh is like steel. The crunching sound when you take a bite can almost break your teeth, and the taste is so salty that it can kill the salt seller.

After carefully reviewing the reasons for the problem, Lin Qing took several deep breaths and kept giving himself psychological hints.

I already have the golden finger bonus, so there will definitely be no problem this time!

Believe in yourself, Lin Qing!

With the still warm oil left in the pot, Lin Qing told Gu Sanmu to turn down the heat and then add in the sugar.

When the sugar color gradually turns into date red and small bubbles appear, quickly pour in the fried meat pieces.

After the meat pieces are evenly coated with sugar color, they immediately become crystal clear like amber.

Add a few slices of ginger, two star anise, and a bay leaf, and stir-fry until the aroma comes to your face.

Gu Sanmu blew his nose and stared at his mother's cooking movements. He originally thought that he could reduce his mother's burden after learning how to do it, but the more he watched, the more he felt that he could not learn it.

He couldn't even tell what his mother put in the pot, let alone how to learn.

When he turned around, he saw his mother scooping enough water to cover the meat into the pot, and then poured in some dark, sour seasoning. The taste instantly changed a little, but it was more fragrant than before.

Lin Qing covered the pot, clapped his hands and said, "Sanmu, turn the heat to low. Call me as soon as the pot boils."

Gu Sanmu put the last sour date cake into his mouth, savoring the sweet and sour taste, and nodded in agreement.

He thought his mother would go back to the house to rest after giving him instructions. After all, she had been busy all day. But he didn't expect her to sit down in the yard and wash the large basin of sour dates with Sihe and Yuanxin.

After washing the sour dates three or four times, the aroma of the meat in the pot became richer and richer, which made everyone lose interest in working.

Just at this moment, Gu Changqing pushed the door open and walked in.

"Aunt, I'm sorry I'm late! I was delayed because I was dragging Brother Damao to revise the policy paper!"

After spending two days together, Gu Changqing lost his initial reserve and distance. With a smile in his eyes, he said, "This is the steamed bread my mother asked me to bring. Fortunately, it's not too cold..."

He turned up his nose before he finished speaking.

"Hmm, what a delicious smell! When I first smelled it I thought it was someone else's stew, but I didn't expect it to be so far away and now it's right in front of me!"

Lin Qing gestured for Gu Sanmu to take the steamed bread and said with a smile, "Ha, this is really timely! I can't help but imagine how delicious it will be after it absorbs the broth. It will definitely be so fragrant that it will make your eyebrows drop!"

Estimating that it was about time, Lin Qing stood up, opened the lid of the pot, put the potatoes that had been peeled and cut in advance into the pot, and then placed the steamed buns neatly on top.

"Okay, all of you hurry up and line up to wash your hands. We can start eating soon!"

Gu Changqing looked at the people who were busy washing their hands and felt a little at a loss.

Today my father said he had to go to town to meet a friend. If he hasn't come back by dark, you don't have to wait for him or leave the door open.

Ever since Dad left, Mom has become much more relaxed and even smiles more often.

Gu Changqing wanted her to rest early, so he suggested eating early.

After dinner, Gu Changqing wanted to stay up late to finish the mock policy essay he had given himself. When he heard a knock on the door, his mother, who was mending shoe soles, thought it was his father. She hurriedly put down the basket and ran to open the door. When she saw that it was Gu Damao, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aunt, I'm here to see Brother Changqing. Mother said she has something to discuss with him."

Gu Changqing in the room was very excited when he heard this. Seeing this, Gou was happy but also felt a little jealous.

It had only been a few days since my sister-in-law moved in, but Changqing, who used to not like going out, seemed to have changed his personality. Not only did he visit the neighboring courtyard several times, but every time he came back, he was in high spirits and looked like he had gained something.

Today, she was mending shoe soles in the same room with Changqing, but he didn't say a word to her, didn't talk to her, and rarely talked to her about the academy.

I wonder what my sister-in-law and son talked about?

Gou was still a little dazed until the two children left.

If she becomes like her sister-in-law, will Changqing be willing to talk to her?

When Gu Changqing went out, he naturally noticed his mother's abnormality and thought to himself that his aunt's plan had indeed worked.

So he originally planned to go home quickly after talking to his aunt to prevent his mother from having wild thoughts and doing something stupid, but he didn't expect that his aunt's family was stewing meat and kindly invited him to stay for dinner.

Gu Changqing's words of refusal went through his throat, but he couldn't say them.

The reason was simple, because he couldn't help but think of the potato rice he had eaten last time.

Although it was simple, it had always been on his mind. Today's meat smelled so delicious, I wonder how unforgettable it would be when I tasted it...

Gu Changqing couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked, "I wonder how Auntie cooked her meat to have such a unique aroma."

"Keep it secret for now! Wait for dinner first, and we'll talk about it in detail later."

Gu Changqing listened to his aunt's words and went to the new village.

Isn’t it about discussing and simulating policy?

Could it be that there is something more important today?

Thinking of this, he became even more curious.

My aunt is a prudent, intelligent and extraordinary woman. Last time she said she had something to discuss with him, she proposed a simulated policy paper. What will it be this time?

But what if the matter she raised was a troublesome one and he didn't have time to solve it?

After all, the headmaster only gave him seven or eight days of vacation. If he delayed returning home, he would definitely be unhappy.

If two things really conflict, how should we balance them?

He needs to think of a countermeasure first...

I followed Gu Damao into the house while I was lost in thought. When I stepped onto the stairs, I found that there was an extra person sitting under the tree in the yard washing sour dates.

The little girl was thin and weak, and she was amused by Gu Sihe beside her and started giggling.

As if she was aware of his gaze, the little girl straightened her back instantly, and her whole body was like a fully drawn bow.

Seeing how nervous she was, Gu Changqing tactfully didn't ask any more questions.

After entering the main room, the two brothers were obviously distracted by the smell of meat and had no interest in discussing the article. They chatted idly and randomly.

When they heard Lin Qing say "It's time to eat", the two of them quickly stood up and put away the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the Eight Immortals Table. Gu Ermiao, who was drafting and calculating accounts on the ground, also stood up and put all the items on the desk in Gu Damao's room.

Gu Sihe ran in first, holding the dishes and chopsticks. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the graffiti on the floor and asked questions curiously.

"Second brother, what are you writing? It's like a ghost painting."

Gu Ermiao had a look of disdain on his face, as if to say, "What do you know?" and said in a cold voice, "Go away, what nonsense! This is something my mother taught me specifically. Ah, something, numbers, plus my own original words. You are so arrogant, you little brat!"

Gu Sihe pouted: "Tsk, second brother, you can't even explain it yourself, you're just talking nonsense!"