Chapter 12

Lips closed, throat hard to swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

She secretly shakes her head in her heart and puts it in his mouth. She takes a piece of it and eats it slowly. En, it's OK, but the oil is less.

Zhang Xiaoyu wants to continue cooking, but there is no salt at home, and it doesn't taste delicious. So he puts the big salt stone in the hot water to cook, so as to speed up its dissolution. Xiaoyu doesn't cook for long, so he adds water with chopsticks, and picks up the salt when it tastes salty.

It was very expensive in ancient times. Now she's poor and she can't explain why she's done with other people's salt.

After boiling the water in the pot, the salt gradually becomes stronger. When the water dries slowly, take the pot down and wait for it to crystallize. This can be of great use.

"Alas! Amazing. Is this salt? How could it be so fine? " Xiaoyu heard a exclamation next to him, which made Xiaoyu jump. It turned out to be her brother, "brother, don't make a fuss about it. However, you can't say it outside. It's a capital crime to make fine salt privately. It will kill nine nationalities and behead them." This kind of fine salt is a good food for officials and rich families. They are not qualified as ordinary people.

Xiaoyu is serious, but this is not for fun. In ancient times, it was not a reasonable place. A little mistake would bring harm to the family.

Koizumi was scared and quickly covered his mouth. He looked left and right. When he saw no one, he put down his hand. "How do you know that he would kill his head? And how did you know to do that? " Koizumi asked in a low voice.

Xiaoyu's eyes turned, and then said: "I'm not sick? Maybe god pitied me and taught me a lot of skills, but you can't pass it on, you know? Otherwise, there will be no delicious food in the future. I can't even tell my parents about this, remember? "

Although she didn't intend to hide it from her family, it was a trouble to make fine salt privately. The less people knew, the better.

Koizumi nodded repeatedly, promising not to speak out.

There is salt now. Xiaoyu takes out the fine salt in the pot and puts it in a small bowl. He brushes the pot because there is sediment under it.

Then he fished out a handful of ferns and cut them into small sections. When there was no meat at home, he put oil in them. At home, he didn't even have pepper and other seasonings.

When the oil is ready, put the fern into the pan, stir fry, put some salt, and then out of the pot.

Because the seasoning is limited, Xiaoyu doesn't know what it tastes like. He tried with chopsticks, but the oil is still too little, and there is no seasoning. It doesn't smell good, but it's not bad.

"Brother, try it. Is it delicious?" Xiaoyu took a chopstick and held it in his hand.

After the pancakes, Koizumi has believed in Xiaoyu's craft, and has no resistance to eat“ Yummy, yummy. It's much better than what my mother made. "

Well! OK, this is also called delicious? This person probably has never eaten good food!

Later, I will make some good things for you to eat!!!

In the evening, Zhang Daniu and Zhao Qun both went home. As soon as they entered the house, they heard the fragrance.

Zhang Daniu: "what did you do today, so fragrant?"

Zhao Qun: "I didn't do anything. Look at the pig grass in the frame. I'm not at home. What can I do?"

Zhang Daniu was puzzled. He put his hoe in the corner and Zhao Qun put the box on the ground.

"Father, mother, you can come back, hurry to wash your hands and eat, Xiaoyu made delicious food." As soon as he came out, Zhang Xiaoquan saw his parents coming back. He cried happily that he could finally have dinner.