MTL - Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother-Chapter 12 Potato Stewed Pork Ribs
Xiaoguo watched Mrs. Yang leave and led Zhuangzhuang home. The sun was about to go down. The two brought in the clothes, quilts and furniture that were dried today, and Zhuangzhuang put the last chair to face Xiaoguo. Said, "Mother, our house is so clean."
As soon as Zhuang Zhuang saw it, he woke up and went out before he had time to look around. Now, looking at the house, there is no ash on the ground and no cobwebs on the walls. Xiaoguo is also very satisfied with the cleaning results. Thanks to the Jiang family who built the house The building is a brick house, and the floor is also made of bricks. It does not use soil like other homes, which saves Xiaoguo a lot of trouble.
Zhuangzhuang hopped around with wide eyes, as if seeing where he lived for the first time, Xiaoguo stopped Zhuangzhuang and asked him what he wanted to eat at night, Zhuangzhuang thought for a long time and said tentatively, "I want to eat rice. "I haven't eaten rice for a long time, that kind of fragrant and hot rice, and then Zhuangzhuang remembered that he had no rice at home, so he changed his mind and said, "I want to drink vegetable soup."
Xiaoguo just wanted to eat rice, but Zhuangzhuang changed her mind to eat vegetable porridge. At first, Xiaoguo didn't understand why, and then she thought about it. state.
Xiaoguo squatted down and looked at this distressed child, she was only three years old, but she was so sensible, "Zhuangzhuang, listen to mother, there is no shortage of food in our family at present, mother will let you eat meat every day, mother Some time ago, I saved a lot of things, and now the fields are also planted with food, so our family is not short of food."
Zhuangzhuang nodded ignorantly. He had been drinking vegetable soup some time ago. He didn't understand why his mother said that she was not short of food, but she was her own mother, the person who loved her the most in the world. No matter what, it was right to listen to her mother.
Zhuangzhuang showed a big smile to his mother, "I want to eat rice, mother."
Xiaoguo patted her strong little face, "Then eat rice!"
After coming to the kitchen, Zhuangzhuang was still sitting on the small bench to make a fire, while Xiaoguo secretly avoided Zhuangzhuang and came to the space, took a bag of rice, and took a sparerib and white sugar from the refrigerator. There were a few potatoes, thinking that there should still be vermicelli, Xiaoguo returned to open the dining cabinet, and sure enough, found a handful of vermicelli inside, which was brought back when a power user went out to find supplies, Xiaoguo took a look There was nothing left to take, so I left the space.
As soon as he came out, he heard Zhuangzhuang calling himself in the kitchen. Xiaoguo put his things at the door and walked in. Zhuangzhuang saw Xiaoguo coming in and asked suspiciously, "Mother, what are you doing? I called you several times just now. ."
Xiaoguo smiled and perfunctoryly said, "Gangniang went to the thatched hut, what's the matter?"
"I set the fire on fire."
Xiaoguo thought about what reason to get Zhuangzhuang outside first, and she took the opportunity to bring in the things at the door, just as there was no firewood, the firewood at home was placed by the door, "Zhuangzhuang, there is no more firewood, go and hold it. Get some firewood."
Zhuangzhuang hummed and ran out. Xiaoguo took the opportunity to bring in the things at the door, quickly poured the rice into the rice jar, and then threw the packaging bag into the stove to burn. At this time, Zhuangzhuang also came back, Xiaoguo. The man was staggering and holding a bundle of firewood that was taller than himself, Xiaoguo was startled, and quickly took it, looking at Zhuang Zhuang in shock and thinking, who can this child's tiger strength be.
Xiaoguo filled the pot with water, then turned around and picked up the spareribs onto the board. Zhuang Zhuang ran over and lay down on the table, curiously asking her mother, "Mother, what is this?"
"This is a pig's rib bone," he said, afraid that the child would not understand what a rib bone was, so he stretched out his hand and gestured at him, "It's also called pork ribs, the meat here is very fragrant, and my mother will make you a potato stew in a while. Ribs."
