Seeing that it was almost time, she started to prepare the ingredients.
First, soak the rice for about half an hour. During this time, she went to prepare the side dishes. She sliced the sausages with a diagonal knife and set them aside. Then she washed some green vegetables and potatoes, soaked the dried mushrooms and cut them into cubes. The preparations were completed.
At this time, the rice is also soaked. Apply a layer of oil evenly on the bottom of the casserole. Then put the washed rice in the casserole, add water to cover the upper part of the rice, cover it and put it on the stove to simmer.
When the rice is half-cooked, place the prepared sausages, potatoes, green vegetables, etc. neatly on top. Finally, add the secret sauce prepared by Song Yingwan, cover the pot and lower the heat. It's done when it's simmered until the flavor is absorbed.
Steaming hot and fragrant.
Seeing that the fire in the kitchen was almost out, and there was no need for anyone to watch here at this time, Song Yingwan went to make a pot of hawthorn water, which was just enough to drink during the meal.
Soothing and delicious.
After a while, he came back after saying thank you. As soon as he entered the yard, he smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen. He subconsciously took a few sniffs. It was a smell he had never smelled before.
He immediately guessed that Song Yingwan had made a new dish.
He didn't have high requirements for these foods before, and he only ate every day to meet his body's needs. But since he got together with Song Yingwan, every meal has been carefully cooked, from taste to color matching, simple. Meals can also be turned into delicacies.
He has changed a lot and started to know how to prepare meals. When cooking, he will subconsciously think about how to match the ingredients to make the nutrition more balanced. When it is cold, he will worry about whether the other person is cold, and when it is hot, he will worry about whether the other person is too hot. I am also very picky about food. I am so picky that I only want to eat meals prepared by one person in my life.
"came back?"
"Hurry and wash your hands and eat. I made claypot rice today. Try it and see if you like it."
She stood in the sun, smiling with her eyebrows crooked, and her beautiful and delicate face looked particularly gentle and tranquil.
His dark eyes were also stained with a bit of smile, and he responded, "Okay."
Song Yingwan stayed by the side while he was washing his hands. The two of them talked incessantly. Hearing each other's voice seemed to dissipate half of today's fatigue.
Thank you, "What did you do today?"
Song Yingwan said, "I didn't do anything. I just cut the pigweed and came back as usual. But that Liu Yingying is so annoying. I taught her a lesson today."
Then he changed his tune and said, "It's not a severe lesson, it's a small lesson at most."
Xie Ci frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, there was no image of this person in his mind.
As soon as Song Yingwan saw his expression, she knew that he was not impressed, so she gave him a hint, "Her father is the captain of the brigade. Didn't he always come to see you before?"
Only then did Xie Ci realize who it was, and he curled his lips helplessly and explained, "I've made it clear to her before, and I haven't said a few words to her."
Of course, Song Yingwan didn't suspect that there was something going on between the two of them. She just said it casually when he saw that he couldn't remember it. Then she quickly said, "I know."
There is always mud between my fingers when I work, and I like to keep things clean when I say goodbye. It can even be said that I am a little germy, so when I wash my hands, I have to wash them several times before giving up.
After he went to change a basin of water, he returned to the previous topic with a calm voice, "Did she bully you?"
Song Yingwan was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly felt like complaining, "...it doesn't matter, don't worry, I can handle it myself."
Seeing that she really didn't seem to be bothered by anything, he didn't take her thank you very seriously. He knew that Song Yingwan had never been a flower growing in a greenhouse, and he didn't want to interfere too much in her interpersonal relationships.
The girl was squatting next to him obediently and watching him wash his hands. It seemed like a boring move, but the two of them enjoyed it.
Sometimes she was with him, sometimes he was with her.
Nothing else, I just want to be with each other.
Xie Ci turned his head to look at her, slightly curled his lips, and said warmly, "Have you washed your hands?"
Song Yingwan shook her head, her voice soft and lazy, "Not yet, I'll wash it after you finish."
As soon as she finished speaking, she thanked her and took the basin to change the water.
He said very naturally, "Stretch out your hand."
The two of them had such a tacit understanding, how could they not understand what he meant?
Song Yingwan tilted her head and glanced at him, suddenly raised her lips and smiled, then obediently stretched out her hand.
The girl's slender and beautiful fingers look whiter in the sun, her fingertips glowing with a faint pink color, and her skin is smooth, delicate and very soft.
He gently held it and put it in the water, cleaning every part patiently and meticulously, as if he were treating a precious work of art. He liked intertwining her fingers very much, and he was familiar with every part of these hands. But every time I hold you, I still don't want to let go.
Song Yingwan saw that he was washing so seriously and said with a smile: "Is it so dirty? It takes so long to wash."
Xie Ci kept moving his hands, nodded very seriously, and followed her words and said, "Well, it's very dirty."
The next second, he grasped her tightly through the gaps between his fingers. Both hands were immersed in the water, and their fingers were interlocked.
"So I have to wash it a little longer."
Song Yingwan curled her lips, a smile spread across her brows, shook the hands held by the two of them, and said, "Is this how you wash your hands?"
Xie Ci also looked at her, "I only wash it like this for you."
"All right."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, but why did they feel that they were becoming more and more childish?
The claypot rice is full of color and flavor, and each grain of rice is covered with rich sauce. The sweetness of the rice is mixed with a hint of salty aroma, which is enough to make people have endless aftertaste.
Coupled with the crispy rice crackers and mellow sausage, every side dish has a new taste, rich and not greasy.
Today's lunch seemed to have a special appetite for thanksgiving. After adding side dishes on the rice, it was enough to fill the casserole. Song Yingwan originally thought that she had cooked too much, but there was nothing left today.
Although Song Yingwan had not eaten for a long time and missed it, he was full after just one bowl and thanked him for the rest, which showed that he was very satisfied with today's meal.
After the meal, Song Yingwan saw that he was still finishing the remaining pot after seeing the thank you. She was worried that he would eat too much and be uncomfortable at work in the afternoon, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. The rice won't go bad if you leave it all afternoon." "
"It's okay, just the last bite."
This was the first time that Song Yingwan saw him liking a food so much. She smiled and said, "If you like it, I will cook it for you next time. The claypot rice with spareribs is also delicious."
"good."
"How about tomorrow?"
Song Yingwan was a little surprised at how much he liked clay pot rice, and she chuckled helplessly, "Do you like it so much?"
"I like it very much," he said.
She thought for a while, "Maybe not tomorrow, because there are no ribs at home."
The thank you was very easy to talk to, and he comforted her in turn, "It's okay, I can do it next time."
After a pause, he added, "Actually, I like all the food you cook."
