“Compared to cows that grow up eating grass, the cows grow up eating wheat, straw, and corn are more delicious.” When Sturdy Bull heard the words “more delicious”, its ears suddenly twitched. It stared at Jiang Beiran with a pair of small eyes for a while before it lowered its head and ate its food.
Kong Qianqian, who was washing the rice, could not help but drool when she heard that. She said, “It sounds so delicious. Hehehe.”
Jiang Beiran laughed. He took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. He then handed it to Kong Qianqian and said, “Make the food according to the recipe on it. The bull will definitely love it.”
“Thank you, Sir!” Kong Qianqian wiped her hands and took the paper. After reading it for a while, she ran to Mu Yao’s side and said, “Sister Mu! Look! Look! Sir’s handwriting is so good!”
Mu Yao glanced at the paper, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. She suddenly reached out and pinched Kong Qianqian’s face and said, “I told you not to call him Sir! Also, Brother Jiuri’s handwriting is much better than his.”
“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” Kong Qianqian, who was being pinched, called out twice and said with hesitation, “Of course Brother Jiuri’s handwriting is good, but Sir’s handwriting is also very beautiful. Look at this wheat…”
“You’re still calling him Sir!” Mu Yao tightened her grip on Kong Qianqian’s hand.
“Ouch! I’ll stop. I’ll stop.”
“Then hurry up and cook.” Seeing this scene, Jiang Beiran couldn’t help but say to Mu Yao, “You’re just like a demonic witch when you bully your junior sister.”
“It’s none of your business!” After saying that, Mu Yao made a face at Jiang Beiran.
With a chuckle, Jiang Beiran returned to his fire and continued cooking.
An hour later, Ah Niu, who had just drunk half a gourd of wine, was just about to lie down to rest for a while. Then, he started to sniff.
After sniffing a few times, Ah Niu suddenly sat up and looked in Jiang Beiran’s direction.
“Gulp…”
Although he had clearly eaten some food just now, after smelling this fragrance, he still couldn’t stop himself from craving. When Ah Niu came back to his senses, he realized that he had already walked to Jiang Beiran’s temporary kitchen.
He twitched his nose again. The fragrance that assaulted his nose seemed to be accompanied by chili, red oil, sugar, vinegar, and garlic paste. He kept swallowing his saliva while smelling the fragrance.
Jiang Beiran, who was cutting the ingredients, smiled and said, “Brother Ah Niu, do you want to try it?”
He moved closer to an iron pot and asked, “Young Master, what are you making? I’ve never smelled it before. It’ smells so good.”
“This is called sweet-scented ham hock. There are bamboo shoots, meatballs, and quail eggs in it. The meat is almost overcooked.” Jiang Beiran said as he picked up a wooden spoon and handed it to Ah Niu. “Have a taste, please.”
“Hehe, then I won’t stand on ceremony. Thank you, Young Master.”
After taking the spoon from Jiang Beiran, Ah Niu looked at the pale-yellow soup in the big pot. He lifted the spoon and tasted it lightly.
“Wow! I don’t know how to describe this delicious food.”
“If you like it, please take a bowl. I’ve cooked a lot.”
“No, no, no. You can have it yourself.” Although Ah Niu refused, Ah Niu’s eyes never left the big iron pot.
“Don’t be shy. Here, have a bowl.”
After taking the bowl, although Ah Niu still said that he was embarrassed, the spoon in his hand had already reached into the pot. However, just as he was about to scoop the second spoonful, he suddenly noticed a head emerging from the back of the metal pot. He was so scared that he almost spilled the gravy in the bowl.
“Shh!” Kong Qianqian, who emerged from the back of the metal pot, immediately made a gesture to Ah Niu to keep quiet.
Ah Niu nodded and continued to scoop up his soup.
“You want a bowl of meat too?” Jiang Beiran looked at Kong Qianqian who sneaked over and asked.
“Hehe.” Kong Qianqian smiled foolishly. “Sir, please keep your voice down. Don’t let my senior sister find out. I sneak here to have a bowl.”
“Sigh, you’re also afraid of hurting your senior sister.” Jiang Beiran said as he scooped a bowl of meat for Kong Qianqian.
“Thank you, Sir.” Kong Qianqian took the bowl from Jiang Beiran and said softly, “Actually, senior sister treats me very well.”
“Well, suit yourself. Hurry up and eat.”
Kong Qianqian lifted her hair and blew on the bowl twice.
“Huff… Huff…”
After the heat dissipated a little, Kong Qianqian picked up the bowl and took a sip of the gravy.
With just one sip, Kong Qianqian’s eyes lit up.
“What a rich taste.”
After saying that, she scooped up another piece of meat and put it into her mouth.
After chewing for two mouthfuls, Kong Qianqian stretched out her left hand and started counting, “There’s ginger, garlic, sugar, fragrant leaves, wine, and… dried tangerine
peel!”
“And?” Jiang Beiran asked with a smile.
“And… what is this spicy taste made of? It doesn’t look like dogwood or pepper. It has a very unique fragrance.”
“This is called chili.” Jiang Beiran said as he handed a red chili to Kong Qianqian.
After receiving the chili, Kong Qianqian sniffed it like a curious kitten.
“Where did this spice come from? I’ve never seen it before.”
“I grew it myself.” “Wow, you’re amazing.”
After praising Jiang Beiran, Kong Qianqian picked up the bowl to taste the gravy, but when she raised her head again, she almost spat it out.
“S-sister Mu…” Kong Qianqian looked at the gloomy-looking Mu Yao and called out. Then, she picked up the bowl and asked, “Sister Mu, do you want a bowl too? It’s delicious.”
However, in the next second, Mu Yao dragged Kong Qianqian away with the bowl. Halfway through, Mu Yao returned the remaining meat bowl to Kong Qianqian.
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