Chapter 389: Village tyrant, school tyrant, school tyrant 16

"What's the curse?" Kang Shaojie turned back and looked at the grandparents curiously.
"Scolding Jiao Xiaoe, she quarreled with my grandfather this morning and poured a lot of dirty water into my yard." Lin Dan said quietly.
"Oh, that's right, scold." Kang Shaojie turned back to continue with the cement. Cao Muchen and Shen Jiayi just laughed twice, and didn't think it was excessive. Liuxing Village is only a little bigger. Go out for a walk and talk to someone. Why can't you find out? The moment they learned the truth about the feces, the impression of the three people focusing on Xiao'e could only be described as terrible, otherwise it would not be possible to straighten her in front of the camera. Incidentally, the two children of the Zhou family did not like them, even though Zhou Cuicui was very good in front of them.
Lin Shuanzhu looked hesitantly at the door of Zhou's house.
Lin Dan held the handle of the wheelchair and said, "Man, don't scold me and push you back."
"Don't do it, I scold! I have to take a breath today." Lin Shuanzhu took a deep breath, and then opened his throat and cursed: "Jiao Xiao'e, you have lost your conscience, even the five guarantees' money!"
Lin Dan quietly waited for the following, but Lin Shuanzhu only cursed this sentence and then there was no more. In his barren life, arguing with people was never experienced. He was reluctant to meet any difficult things, and his vocabulary was really lacking.
Lin Dan sighed and was about to push Lin Shunzhu back, but then he heard his voice again and shouted, "Jiao Xiao'e, you have conscience! Jiao Xiaoe, you have conscience! Jiao Xiaoe, you have conscience!"
"Well!" Kang Shaojie burst out laughing without holding back. Is this a curse or a repeater?
Cao Muchen and Shen Jia quickly turned their backs and shrugged their shoulders, apparently smirking. The old man is really confused, but also has a cute side.
Lin Dan was relieved, and returned home to bring a piece of boiling water, standing by Lin Shuanzhu and waiting. Sure enough, after Lin Shuanzhu repeatedly scolded dozens of times, Jiao Xiao'e ran out with a pass of dirty water, and saw Lin Dan who was also carrying water, but was billowing with white smoke in the bucket, and ran back again. She didn't dare to scold a word, for fear that Lin Shuanzhu would lift her old man. So old that she even hooked up with an old man, she felt panicked. But what can I do? Someone at home must help her! If the TV station wasn't there, she would have to have her brother smash the Lin family!
Zhou Cuicui hid behind the door, from time to time, stretched out her head and glanced at Lin Dan, her eyes full of shame.
Lin Dan knew that Jiao Xiao'e was a soft and scary counselor, but let Lin Shuanzhu scold him, and he went home with boiling water.
In the accompaniment of "Jiao Xiao'e, you lose your conscience", Kang Shaojie, Cao Muchen, and Shen Jiayi repaired the slide. Lin Dan shaved the bacon leg that weighed several tens of pounds cleanly. The kitchen was too narrow to be opened, so she chopped meat in the yard, and beside her was a dustpan dedicated to holding meat.
Pork legs are tough, but professional butchers are struggling to chop, but she is like chopping melon and chopping vegetables. The photographer who followed Zhou Cuicui had long since betrayed her, just shooting around Lin Dan, and this move also won the acquiescence of the director and producer. Yesterday, they failed to photograph the making process of bacon hot pot. They missed the cat ears in the morning. This time, they should not miss the bacon leg. Compared with Wen Wu, a smart, capable, and righteous little girl, Zhou Cuicui, who can lick her braid by burning a fire, has nothing to look at.
After chopping the pig's feet, Lin Dan washed the dried radish slices a little and put them in the vegetable basket for use. When finished, he took out a stove and a large pot from the kitchen and put them under the eaves. There are only two cooktops in the kitchen, one for cooking and one for cooking, and bacon feet must be simmered for more than two hours to taste. This takes up one cooktop, which is very inconvenient. Slow cook on a small stove.
After igniting the honeycomb coal, Lin Dan poured the bacon feet together with the milk soup hanged in the morning into the pot, boiled over high heat, and then simmered over low heat, and put one or several kinds at regular intervals. Season and slowly reconcile the taste.
The scent of bacon feet is getting stronger and stronger. After adding dried radish slices, it exudes a little sweetness. Even if the lid is tight, it cannot stop the aroma from spreading. The three teenagers didn't have any work to do, and peeked at the pot placed under the eaves, one eye at a time.
Occasionally, when villagers pass by, they can't help but stop and ask aloud what your family eats. The children in the village soon gathered around, gazing at the big iron gate of Lin's house, licking their mouths while watching. If the yard weren't full of strangers, they would have rushed in and begged for food.
Several photographers took turns to take a picture of the soup's creamy, fragrant pot, and then aimed the camera at the little girl who was sitting by the sink washing vegetables.
It takes two hours to simmer the bacon's feet, and Lin Dan is not in a hurry. She slowly scours the rice, washed vegetables, and cut vegetables. An hour and a half later, she tossed a few garlic into the pan, adding a final flavor to the bacon's feet.
The steps and thresholds were leveled up. After the three teenagers washed their hands, they ran into the kitchen to help, add firewood and firewood, and brush the pots several hundred times faster than in Zhou Jiaqin.
Kang Shaojie sat in the mouth of the stove, staring at the burning firewood and asked, "Oh, why are you so good at cooking?"
"I'll be cooking when I'm four." Lin Dan cut the convolvulus stems into fine pieces.
"Impossible!" Shen Jiayi, who was sitting next to him, immediately questioned: "Where are four-year-olds who will cook! Can you reach the stovetop, and you won't cut your hand with a knife?"
"If you ca n’t reach me, I ’ll set a bench. My grandfather works outside, and my milk never cares about me. If you do n’t learn to cook, do you wait to starve to death? I will know the pain after being burned by fire, and I learned to add firewood; I will bleed after being cut by a knife, and I have learned to cut vegetables ever since. After eating enough lessons, I will naturally understand how to cook while protecting myself. Children in the city will not learn because they are stupid because they do not Yes, they are born to be blessed, not to suffer. But in the countryside, it is not uncommon for three or four-year-old children to handle housework and take their brothers and sisters. Others say that we rural people grow up savagely. Wrong, the family ca n’t even eat the meal. Is there any difference between having one more child and one less child? The older child will naturally survive.
Lin Dan said quietly while chopping vegetables.
The three of Kang Shaojie fell into a weird silence. They could not imagine how Lin Dan spent his childhood. How lucky they are compared to her!
Lin Dan was just describing the current situation of Liuxing Village, and did not show any sadness. She poured the oil into the pan and started to stir-fry the scallion convolvulus. After that, she sprinkled a little garlic to taste. The second dish is garlic and convolvulus leaves, which also need to be fried. Pass the green oily leaves in the garlic oil that has been fragrant, and the original taste is extremely fresh. The third course of braised winter melon took a lot of work. First, sprinkle a spoonful of sugar in the hot oil, stir-fry the bright red juice, and then add the winter melon slices to dry fry. Finally, add raw soy sauce, soy sauce, garlic, and pepper. Turn to low heat and simmer for a while, the thick sauce flavor when it comes out of the pot is comparable to braised pork, and it won the crowd.
The fourth one is the most peculiar. It is a kind of ingredients that the three young people have never seen, such as tofu residue. It is scooped out of the jar, but the color is red and bright and a little smelly. The three are preparing to protest that this ingredient is too ruined. San Dan has thrown the wrung squeezed soybean milk into hot oil and stir-fry. The more fried it is, the more unique it is. It has the same effect as the stinky tofu. After adding the milky white noodle soup, , Stir-fry into a thick pot of porridge, and then pour the finely chopped leeks and continue to fry. After a short while, the scent of the leeks is completely blended with the smell of soy milk and the sour and fragrant taste Called population water flow, index finger movement.
It would be strange to use one word to describe this dish! The ingredients are strange and the flavor is strange, even more delicious!
The fat man Shen Jia took a spoonful of squeezed soy milk and tasted it. He was shocked to himself: "It's delicious! It's sour and spicy, especially for dinner!"
"This is used for bibimbap. It is made from fermented tofu residue. It is a bit like stinky tofu. It smells stinky and tastes delicious. It is our specialty." Lin Dan took off his apron and turban and announced: "Okay, you can eat!"
"Great, you can eat!" Without the director's sign, the three young masters have spontaneously set up the dining table and tableware, and pushed in Lin Shuzhu, who was sitting at the door.
Lin Dan simmered a pot of dried pork leg stewed radish slices into three pots, one on his own dinner table, one for the director, and the last one went outside while it was still hot.
When she saw her leaving, Kang Shaojie called out quickly: "I have eaten, where are you going?"
"I'll take it to Uncle Liao's house, and change things back by the way." Lin Dan waved his hand and left, and returned ten minutes later carrying a linen pocket.
Cao Muchen stretched her neck and glanced at it suddenly: "Are you going to learn the knowledge of high school by yourself? You all understand the third grade?"
"Yeah, I am a junior in the third grade. Rather than sitting in the classroom silly every day, I might as well read some high school textbooks." Uncle Liao is a vegetable vendor with good economic conditions. His children have finished high school. Lin Dan used a pot of bacon to get him these textbooks. Although she has a wealth of knowledge in her mind, if you want to take a good university, it is necessary to familiarize yourself with the course in advance.
"No wonder you often skip class. It's boring if you understand everything." Cao Muchen took the initiative to find a perfect explanation for the original owner's lack of progress.
Lin Dan smiled and didn't speak. He was about to pick up his chopsticks for dinner, but he heard the fat man exaggerately exclaim: "Oh my God! This dish is so delicious! The fatty meat of the bacon's feet is stewed softly. The glutinous is melted, but the lean meat is still a little chewy, very palatable, the skin is crunchy, bouncing, the more it tastes, the more the dried radish slices retain the sweetness and umami, and the bacon feet The combination of the incense and incense is so beautiful that I am almost immortal! This tempeh spinach stem is crispy and fragrant, the garlic spinach leaves are tender and tender, the braised winter melon is more delicious than the braised pork. Mix it to kill a pot of rice! Damn, why don't you come back earlier, do you know what kind of day I was at the Zhou family? My fat is finally saved, my grandparents will be very relieved. Damn, I'll work for you every day, will you take care of me? "
Kang Shaojie quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth and raised his hand, "I will be the long-time worker in your family, and have work to do. You stand at the door and shout!" His taste is particularly tricky, how could he not taste a black girl? How good is your cooking? It is no exaggeration to say that if Black Girl opened a private restaurant, the business would be so good! After eating her fried vegetables and eating pig food made by Jiao Xiao'e, he would rather come to the Lin family as a long-term worker.
"I also join." Cao Muchen's taste is particularly heavy, and she loves Lin Dan's craftsmanship.
Several photographers were drooling while shooting, and then sighed silently in their hearts: The landlord's old financial seconds become long-term workers, and the girl's ability to transform people is too powerful?
Behind them, however, people in the director's group have already fought to grab the pot of bacon.