Naturally, my aunt didn't praise Wu Zheng so much, she just complained that he was spending money indiscriminately, and she didn't know how to save some money when she had money, so she would go to the restaurant to eat all the time, so that it would be a poor day for Wanguan's family.
Aunt seemed to have thought of this sentence too, although she didn't know where her nephew learned this cooking skill, she smiled slightly and ignored Wu Zheng, a glib boy, and sat in front of the big stove and began to add firewood to the stove.
Seeing the aunt's coughing in the flames, Wu Zheng knew that her aunt's illness was not as good as he had imagined. The lives of this era are not harder than those of the era they lived in, because they don't have the same era as that. People are delicate, just for the appearance of a strong support in the life of a big family.
Wu Zheng turned over a jar from the corner, took out a duck egg covered with lime and plant ash, removed the gray shell and peeled off the dark green egg shell, a shiny preserved egg appeared in his hand in.
Aunt poked her head from behind the stove to look at the preserved egg in Wu Zheng's hand. She was curious, and asked, "Zheng'er, what are you holding in your hand?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Duck eggs!"
"Duck eggs?" When the aunt heard that it was a duck egg, she couldn't help showing a pity in her eyes, and said, "It's a pity that it's been put away."
Wu Zheng smiled slightly, but put the broken duck egg in a bowl, and said, "Auntie, it's not bad. This is a preserved egg that my nephew specially made for my aunt. Put it in porridge and boil it together. The taste is even Give me an emperor without changing it."
Auntie smiled, she was speechless to Wu Zheng's witty remarks, but she still felt a pity for the four preserved eggs that Wu Zheng had peeled off.
"Why doesn't Auntie believe it?"
The aunt smiled and said, "Why don't you believe me? I heard that rich people used salted duck eggs at home. Zhenger just forgot to put salt."
Wu Zheng smiled slightly and stopped explaining, because there was no explanation more convincing than after she tasted the taste in person, so she used a kitchen knife to cut the four preserved eggs into cubes. Before the aunt who was on fire could react, she was caught. It was in the pot when he poured it.
The aunt, who was so scared to stand up, saw that the preserved eggs had been put in the pot, but she had put a bowl of white rice in the pot, and she was willing to pour it out.
"Auntie will light up another stove, and my nephew will cook you something delicious today."
"Porridge in the morning is enough. What else do you want to do? If you have money, you have to save some money. There will be a lot of money in the future. What will you do if you run out now?"
"In the future, I will earn more in the future! My nephew is sound, but I am afraid that he won't be able to make money? Can't support this family
Although the aunt said so, the fire in the other fire was still rising. It was not that she was curious about what Wu Zheng would make for her, but in Wu Zheng's memory, this aunt seemed to have never rejected herself. .
Wu Zheng brushed the pot and poured a pot of vegetable oil into it.
Auntie stood up again in shock and said: "Zheng'er, what are you going to do, you need such a big pot of oil?"
"Of course it's fried dough sticks!"
After speaking, Wu Zheng lifted the linen cloth on the chopping board, and the dough that began to ferment last night appeared in front of the two.
"Fried dough sticks? This... how much oil does it cost?"
Seeing that her aunt didn’t care about the fried dough sticks, but first started to care about the oil at home, Wu Zheng didn’t feel funny and said, “Don’t worry! Auntie doesn’t spend much fuel. By the way, did auntie ever see someone fried fried dough sticks on the street before?”
Aunt shook her head. Wu Zheng put a piece of cloth around her waist and smiled as she started to cut the dough: "I haven't seen it before. I really scared my nephew just now. My nephew plans to use it to make a fortune! And the pot of preserved egg porridge in the pot. Our old Wu's wealth started with these two things."
Wu Zheng originally wanted to cook preserved egg and lean meat porridge, but found that people in this era have not yet begun to get used to eating pork. It is harder to find a pig in the market in Yuzhoucheng than it is to find a cow.
But Wu Zheng clearly remembered that the town of Guanxi in the Water Margin was a pork seller! Although it is the Great Zhou Dynasty, the town of Guanxi should have been born long ago in the calculation of time!
Forget it this era was broken by the guy Wu Sansi, it would be better to not find pork, so that in the future, there will be another rich business of raising pigs in the stockade, otherwise the sweet potato vines are wasted in vain.
Although I haven’t found Seinfeld and pork these days, Wu Zheng has found an alum, which made my original plan to pack my family... (End of this chapter)