Chapter 413 Ground Pot Chicken

Li Jing felt it was missing, and Jiang Xiaoya, who was lighting the fire over there, also felt it was missing. She ran out of the kitchen and took a look, her brows knitted together.

 “Mom, these **** are not enough to eat!”

 Jiang Xiaoya calculated based on Li Jing's largest appetite.

Her brothers specifically told her that when her mother cooks, she should look at the amount. If she can make more, she should cook as much as possible, and she must not let her go hungry.

 There is no time to go up the mountain to catch chickens now, but we can make more food.

Jiang Xiaoya clasped her fingers and continued to count, "You can steam more rice and stir-fry some vegetables. We still have corn vegetables (amaranth), leeks, and eggs at home. Mom, let's stir-fry more vegetables!"

Li Jing saw that Jiang Xiaoya knew about the housekeeping, and smiled, "Okay, just do what Xiaoya said!"

First, wash the rice, cook it, and put it on the stove. After all the chicken is chopped and the ingredients are ready, the iron pot for steaming rice is placed on the stove in the back and the one in the front, and another pot is placed. , heat.

Li Jing shoveled a shovelful of lard and put it in.

She was willing to put in oil. She boiled a whole jar of lard and cooked for several days. Almost half of it was gone. Anyone who left it would be convinced.

Melt and heat the pork, add onions, ginger, pepper and spices and saute until fragrant, then add all the chopped chicken pieces and stir-fry quickly.

Li Jing wielded the big shovel as if it were a weapon. Jiang Xiaoya, who was making a fire, couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

I always feel that my mother is not cooking, but fighting.

  Stir-fry again, and Li Jing simply added some seasonings.

In terms of accurately grasping the taste of food, I am afraid no one can compare with Li Jing. After cooking several meals, Li Jing knows exactly how to add the right amount of seasoning.

Maybe it should be said that everyone’s salty taste is different, and Li Jing adjusted it according to her own taste.

 Put in the seasonings and add water so that the water covers the chicken pieces.

While the chicken was simmering, Li Jing took the time to make noodles.

After making the noodles and eating them on the side, Li Jing started to prepare other dishes.     Cold amaranth, scrambled eggs with green onions.

Saw a glimpse of the sausages that were still hanging in the kitchen to dry, and Li Jing finally couldn't help but take action on them.

 Looking at the sausage like this, it’s almost dried. Eat it.

When Jiang Weiguo taught her how to stuff sausage, he specifically told her how to eat it.

 The simplest way is to steam it with rice or fry it.

Li Jing chose steaming and cut the sausage into thin slices, ready to be steamed together with the rice.

While the chicken was simmering, Li Jing also went to prepare the things needed to make a feather duster. Because she didn't have much time, she simply found suitable sticks and cloth strips.

Li Jing returned to the kitchen again and briefly stir-fried the chicken. There was not much water left.

 Take out the dough you just made, divide it into small uniform dough pieces, roll it into a round shape, and drop it into water to soak.

 Open the lid of the pot, stir-fry the chicken again, take out the dough, shape it into an oval, and pat it on the edge of the iron pot.

  Patted the small dough ingredients one by one and pasted them into a circle. Li Jing used a spoon to scoop out some rice cooking water and added it to the ground pot chicken, letting half of the cake be soaked in the chicken soup.

The Zaizai came back on time every time, they just came back by smell.

 Jiang Xiaoxin noticed the smell of meat and asked, "Mom, what delicious food have you made?"

It is indeed delicious, and it was taught by Jiang Weiguo himself from the recipe he wrote.

 Li Jing thought about the recipe, and suddenly remembered that she hadn't read the letter Jiang Weiguo had sent back in the morning, and she couldn't help but slap her forehead.

Handling the thick letter in her hand in the morning, Li Jing thought that the envelope was so thick that Jiang Weiguo must have a lot of words in it. She didn't want to read it, but she didn't expect that she would forget it.

 It really shouldn’t be!

 (End of this chapter)

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