Chapter 1: The beginning of meat

Chapter 1: The Beginning of Meat (This chapter is free)
Everything, originated in a bowl of braised pork.
At that time, she was still small. It was the head of Chinese nutmeg in two or eight years, and it was as delicate as spring onions. It should have been a good time to choose a good one to find a good couple. However, she is different from other ladies. Chunxin is half-moved and has no interest in marrying. The only hobby is to eat meat-pigs, cattle and sheep are the best, chickens, ducks, and fish are the second.
She has loved food since she was young, and is especially good at meat.
Although this is wrong, she knows.
At that time, the nutrition diet textbook in the university clearly stated: "Meat is acidic food, and it is not good to eat more."
But she always wanted to eat the braised pork made by her mother, missing the warm and familiar taste.
Recalling how stupid she was to be a vegetarian for weight loss at that time, she was bare-footed.
There are also schools, homes, societies, cities, gossips, and always crowded biting buses ...
Wake up in a car accident, everything is different.
Gu Qingqiao, a well-known scholar, his father paid homage to the ministry, and his grandfather was a founding general. The original grass-roots girl suddenly turned into a boudoir, and he was still a young girl. I really do n’t know if you should be lucky.
Astonished and surprised, the days passed. But this ancient man didn't have so many intestines and lacked entertaining spirit. Deep boudoir was lonely and distressed, and her spiritual emptiness led to hunger and thirst. Her only pleasure was to collect some delicious food.
At the end of the year, an aristocrat came to the house, saying that Miss Gu is very good, but it is not good to love it. In the future, I am afraid that it will cause some troubles because of food, and maybe it will also hurt the country and the people.
Wow, love to eat can overturn Asano, it is really a case caused by a hoe.
She rolled her eyes at God.
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the father of Shang Shu suddenly said that there were VIPs in the family to come to dinner, and ordered the chef to prepare a table for dinner early.
He was about to open his mouth, but Dad took the lead: "Qiao Qiao is anxious, the meat Lantern Festival is there, I have asked Ada to do it for you."
She stepped back abruptly, seeing Aunt Zhao covering her sleeve with a secret smile, her eyebrows bending.
Her biological mother died early in this dynasty, leaving only such a beautiful aunt. Although people are not top-ranking, they don't see her much.
Oh, auntie, why do you like surname Zhao?
She remembered Uncle Xueqin and wailed in her heart.
Dangyiao floated to the kitchen, and Ada was cutting meat. She was very happy to see her coming.
"Miss, today's meat is very good! Five layers and three flowers, both fat and thin, can be used for meat Lantern Festival."
Ada picked her out, and after years of torture and adjustment, she is now a master chef.
I thought she was here for the first Lantern Festival. Everyone ate sesame peanut jujube stuffed Lantern Festival, but she said she wanted to eat salty Lantern Festival. The cooks looked at each other, wondering if the Lantern Festival could be made salty.
In the end, Ada, the little boy in the kitchen, stood up and groped to make her a long-awaited fresh meat Lantern Festival.
"Very good, Ada. I will use pork bones to make soup in the future." She always smiled at her eyebrows, "Remember to put more pepper."
Since then, the Lishu Shangshu family eats this strange meat Lantern Festival every year.
Chef Ada became famous in World War I.
"Since the meat is so good, let's make braised pork tonight." She looked at the white flowers on the chopping board and became interested.
"It's not in the list given by the master." Ada was a little embarrassed. "It's all abalone and bird's nests ... the little ones didn't prepare enough meat."
If you think about it, braised pork is not a countertop dish, so just eat it casually.
So she turned around and continued to float, Shi Shiran said: "Then you burn me a bowl alone, and the remaining chopped to make the Lantern Festival stuffing, ready for Dongxi to send it tonight."
"Well, miss, you won't go tonight again!" Ada screamed behind her back.
"What's the matter, haven't you heard that small feasts aren't good enough to eat, big feasts aren't full?" Jiao sighed in the wind, and Wu Nong softly accompanied the resentment. Are you hungry?
Ada stood still.
"By the way, Ada, remember to leave me a bowl of rice."
When the VIP arrived in the evening, she began to behave again-pretending to be ill.
There are tens of millions of deceiving methods in this world. Only the simplest way to pretend to be sick is without props and preparations. Putting a quilt on the bed and humming it twice will be done. Dad couldn't handle her, and it wasn't easy to reluctantly, and finally left with a stern face.
Dad walked on her front feet, she lifted the quilt behind her back and smirked, humming in her mouth.
Dongxi raised her ears and faintly heard her sing "I pretend to be sick and I love you, just like mice love rice."
Putting aside, Dong Xi expressed disdain for Miss's lack of creativity-she has heard Miss sing too many times this time, every time it is "XXXX I love you, just like mice love rice", and always apply this One sentence.
The lady is not too tired, she thought.
Dongxi is not an ordinary girl. She has a strong mental capacity and is used to the strangeness of the lady.
I think the lady was punished by the master for 100 times, and she was on the verge of collapse. She was shaking with anger and shouting wildly:
"Why should I wear it? Why should I wear it ?! You said why should I wear it? !!!"
"... Because ... not wearing ... will catch cold ..." Dongxi almost shattered when the flower branches shook by her, and she insisted on scooping out the words from her throat.
The lady suddenly became miraculously quiet.
"... You're right." The lady looked at her with a smile, and her smile was strange. "If you don't wear it, you will catch cold."
Then the lady let go of her and looked at her frayed arm in person.
"Sorry, I shouldn't learn Brother Jingtao." The lady's voice was very gentle, like a sweet bubble. "I will definitely break away from the roaring teaching in the future, you can rest assured."
Brother Jing Tao? Howler teach?
Dongxi heard the fog, but it was the first time she felt that the vowed lady was so beautiful.
It looks better than anyone she meets.
It was a pity that the lady was rarely normal again. She often lamented: "Actually, I really don't want to wear it."
Sometimes he even mumbled that he should be called "horse fart".
"Why is this?" The master was angry when he heard it.
"Because you wear it so much, you don't wear it."
The lady smiled sweetly, her appearance was very beautiful.
Looking at the beauty drinking tea and humming in front of her eyes, Dongxi couldn't help but say, "Miss, there is today the most famous prince Duan Yuduan who is here for dinner. Do you really want to see it?"
With a bang, the lady spit out a good sip of tea.
Really dirty, Dongxi moved quietly to the distance, calmly.
"Duan Yu? Is there a prince named by this name?" The lady looked at her blankly, and then she seemed to remember something, and sighed, "Oh my poor hero Joe, if you say Aju ..."
Alas, nonsense started again, and Dongxi looked at the lady, and could not help but feel sad.
The feast began almost half an hour ago, and Dong Xi, who was sent to the kitchen undercover, had not yet returned.
The stomach began to growl, and Qing Qiao couldn't sit still.
The present body is noble and respectable, and the biological clock is incredible. If you do n’t eat, you may have a stomachache.
After thinking and thinking, she finally defeated reason sensually, and she put on a black robe and walked out quietly.
When the moon is dark and the night is high, when you eat delicious food.
Feeling the familiar room, sliding the door and looking at it, a small pot on the stove was bursting with heat, and the air was filled with a refreshing flesh. There is also a small white porcelain bowl locked at the side of the pot-don't know, there is fresh rice in it.
Ada Ada I love you, just like mice love rice.
She sang in her heart.
Open the pot and eat the meat, soup and bibimbap, everything is so delicious.
The small pot was still cooking, and she just stood there, sandwiched a piece of meat, and took a bite of rice, eating and remembering the person who loved to cook this dish far away in time and space.
The heat reddened the nose, and it turned into a mist, condensing clear water droplets on the cheeks.
"Why are you crying?"
Suddenly a voice asked her.
"Because braised pork is so delicious."
She answered subconsciously, turning her head at the same time.
The golden crown dangles her hair, her coat flutters, her eyes are as beautiful as the mountains.
Gu Jiaqing Qiao, for the first time in his life, he saw a daze, but he even forgot to eat meat. 2k novel reading network