Gu Yu looked at the kitchen knife that Lu Xiaohua had put into his hand, a little stunned.
"Remember not to cut the skin too thick. If you can't, just scrape it slowly next to the skin." Lu Xiaohua was afraid that the young master would peel off most of the potatoes, and he told him carefully.
She doesn't have the idea that a gentleman is far away from cooking. Since he offered to help, she would not be polite to him. At most, she was worried about whether he would be clumsy in his family.
Then, regardless of Gu Yu's mood, he went to deal with her affairs. Today, she has a lot to do.
First, the chicken.
Lu Xiaohua has a lot to do with chicken, such as spicy chicken, mouth watering chicken, hand tearing chicken and so on. But the problem is that it's hard for a skillful woman to make a meal without rice. There are very few seasonings at home, and there are no ingredients at all.
Moreover, everyone in the village is reluctant to let the chickens eat well. The fattened hens are not big enough, only about two or three catties.
Think about it. Lu Xiaohua thinks it's better to make soup. Soup is also nutritious. Although he is greedy for the delicious food, he can only endure it first. Besides, if the chicken soup is well cooked, it's delicious.
When Lu Xiaohua bought the chicken, she asked the old woman to help kill it. Lu Xiaohua now burns the whole chicken with hot water, which is better for plucking.
Waiting for her to deal with the chicken feather, she thought of asking her husband to peel the potatoes and quickly wiped her hands to check.
The result was not as bad as she expected. What she saw was the potatoes that had been peeled, washed and put in order, with the vegetable knife on the side.
If you put it now, his regular arrangement is obsessive-compulsive disorder.
However, Lu Xiaohua is even more shocked that the peeled potatoes are very good. The peeled potatoes are so even that no potatoes are wasted.
Then look at Gu Yu, who is long and long. He is crowded on the small stool. He feels majestic and solemn. He looks as if he is on the March. He is sitting in the position of Marshal and is about to reprimand the general. Er, those potatoes... Even the small stool is dignified.
Gu Yu was also puzzled because of her stupefaction. He looked at her slightly. Marshal lengli, because of this puzzled look, unexpectedly had a contrast sprouting. With those potato generals, Lu Xiaohua couldn't help laughing.
"Xianggong, you are very good. You cut it very well." Lu Xiaohua turned the itching of his heart and hands into praise.
"Cough, OK." He said calmly, but the cough did not seem to be due to illness, but to cover up the embarrassment.
He plays with knives and swords all the year round. Peeling is too simple.
"Then Xianggong, peel these black sweet potatoes."
Gu Yu looked at the basket of black sweet potatoes that Lu Xiaohua had stuffed, and his eyes were a little annoyed.
This woman is too aggressive. As a man, how can he stay in the kitchen all the time to do these things?
"Hard work, Xianggong, you are the best. Come on." Lu Xiaohua is not stingy to praise him, dare not pat his head, pat his shoulder meaning, and then turn to continue to take care of her chicken.
Gu Yu
OK, OK, who let him be her husband.
It's just "come on." what do you mean?
In Lu Xiaohua's time, there were all kinds of seasoning bags, which were specially used for making soup. However, when the original chicken soup was made, only a little salt, a little green onion and a few pieces of ginger were added, and the soup was simmered gently, which was enough to make a very delicious chicken soup.
The chicken is stewing in the pot. The pot is borrowed from Aunt Hu's family. Her family only has two large frying pans and only one stove. In order not to drag down the process, she rebuilt a small stove for stewing chicken soup.
In the past, when she was in the orphanage, the orphanage was very biased, and she still used a stove. The advantage of this was that she knew how to make a fire, how to control the temperature of the fire, and how to make a small stove.
On the big stove, Lu Xiaohua steamed the potatoes and purple potatoes on both sides. After they were cooked and rotten, he put them in two bowls and bowls to mash them.
She's going to make purple potato cakes and potato cakes.