He pointed at the large basin at his feet.

By the pond, didn't Qing'er say she was going to make cured pork intestines?

“I did it the way you said, I soaked the large intestine in the brine. What do you think?” he asked.

Following his guidance, Yang Ruqing's gaze fell on the large basin at the feet of the two people.

The brine in the big basin is what she uses to make tofu skins.

A large pot of brine can last for several months without spoiling.

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She crouched down and picked up the chopsticks from the side, stirring them around.

Satisfied, he closed his eyes contentedly.

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Luo Fengtang scratched his head and grinned.

She immediately put down her chopsticks and stood up.

"The large intestine is just soaked like this, and then made into cured sausage."

She said.

Where is the small intestine?

Luo Fengtang hurried to a corner and lifted the bamboo sieve covering the wooden basin.

"Following your instructions, I've thoroughly cleaned up everything and sorted it into separate piles!" he said.

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Yang Ruqing looked at the small intestine again.

Each one is a pale, translucent rod.

A faint scent of alcohol wafted out, and the strange smell itself had mostly disappeared.

She was extremely satisfied.

As for these eight pairs of intestines, she merely provided theoretical guidance.

He tidied up everything with his own two hands, and it was really clean!

If it were her, she probably couldn't tidy up this well!

"You must be tired today?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang shook his head.

My stomach rumbled loudly at this very moment.

His face flushed.

I want to cover it, but I can't.

Yang Ruqing heard all of it.

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Realizing something, she widened her eyes and asked him, "Don't tell me you only ate one meal this morning?"

He smiled, "It's nothing, I'll go home and have some pancakes later..."

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“I got a stomachache after eating cold pie!” she said.

"Didn't I leave you a bowl of dry-fried intestines earlier? Why didn't you eat it?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang said, "I had something to attend to at the time, so I didn't get a chance to..."

At that time, the evening banquet was about to begin.

Qinger was busy sending vegetables to the front yard.

He was busy soaking the cleaned intestines in the brine.

After soaking, he went back home to look after his drunken uncle.

I came back again to check on how the large intestine was soaking. I went back and forth, and in the process, I forgot about the dish in the pot...

Looking at his dazed expression, Yang Ruqing guessed that he must have been so busy that he forgot.

"Oh, you, you! You work so hard that it's unbecoming! This will ruin your health!" she said.

He picked up an apron.

"You sit by the kitchen door, I'll make you something to eat right away, or else you'll have a hard time at night!"

Luo Fengtang ultimately couldn't resist Yang Ruqing.

"Keep it simple," he said.

Yang Ruqing nodded.

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Let's start looking for ingredients.

What should I get him to eat?

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You can't just eat dry-fried pig intestines all the time, can you?

He caught sight of the bowl of leftover rice from last night, tucked away in the cupboard.

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Her eyes lit up, she got it!

“Tang Ya Zi, you light the fire in the small stove outside.” She ordered and then turned to leave the kitchen.

When she came back, she had an egg and two scallions in her hand.

Luò Fēng Táng sat by the stove, the fire already lit.

Yang Ruqing shook the egg in her hand and smiled, "I'll make you a golden medal fried rice!"

Having said that, she took out an empty bowl and cracked an egg into it.

Chop green onions and rinse them, then chop them into small pieces. Put them into the egg mixture, add a little salt, a little water, and use chopsticks to quickly stir until well mixed.

At this time, the pot is already hot.

Spread a layer of rapeseed oil on the bottom of the pot. After the oil heats up, pour the egg mixture with scallions from the bowl into it.

After Luo Fengtang shoved a handful of firewood into the stove, he stood up.

It's interesting to watch her fiddle.

He always thought cooking was extremely boring.

The air is thick with smoke.

He wouldn't set foot in the kitchen if it weren't for the need to eat.

But,

I don't know why.

Since getting closer to Qinger.

He fell in love with the kitchen.

I like watching her cook.

No matter what dish you make, it's so beautiful and interesting!

At this moment, his gaze drifted back and forth between her serious face and those busy little hands.

Seeing her pour the scallion egg mixture into the pan, she didn't flip it back and forth like she did when frying chicken eggs.

Instead, he used the back of his spatula to push the egg liquid back and forth.

Her movements were incredibly fast, leaving him dizzy and confused.

The originally golden viscous egg liquid, under such rapid pushing, magically transformed into pieces of egg floss.

In the pot, it was flying around.

There wasn't a single stick of rice.

She freed up her other hand and picked up the bowl of cold rice from the stovetop.

Beat the eggs into the batter.

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"Creak..."

With a faint crackle, she wielded the spatula in her hand and continued to stir-fry vigorously.

Heat and aroma constantly waft out from the pot.

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The scent of his breath, teasing his appetite.

My stomach growled after being hungry for half the day, and I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

By the time he came to his senses.

A bowl of fried rice, with the steam rising from the pointy end of a sunny-side up egg, was already placed in front of him.

"Sir, your golden egg fried rice is ready. Please enjoy it slowly!"

"This is dry-pot pig intestines, made for you as a dish."

She smiled and winked at him, her lips curving into a mischievous arc.

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He lowered his gaze, looking at the fragrant meal before him.

A terracotta bowl of a deep crimson color.

Each grain of rice is chewy and crisp.

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Golden egg yolk bits are scattered throughout, and there are also eye-catching chopped green scallions...

...and that dry-pot tripe, just smelling it was enough to make his mouth water.

"What a handsome fellow..."

He couldn't help but praise.

“Hee hee, since she's pretty, the dishes she cooks must be beautiful too!”

She had a self-satisfied expression on her face.

Luo Fengtang glanced again at the girl in front of him.

A bean oil lamp flickered on the stove.

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In the soft, gentle light, her cheeks were rosy.

The eyes are very bright.

This girl has been changing day by day!

She's getting more and more beautiful!

He thought to himself.

"Eat it quickly, it won't be good if it gets cold."

Her urging voice pulled him back to the present.

Her hands were also stuffed with a pair of chopsticks.

He nodded slightly, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

Under her expectant gaze, she shovelled a mouthful of fried rice into her mouth, then picked up a piece of fatty intestine...

How does it taste? Is it salty or bland?

She widened her eyes and asked.

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He nodded. "It's even better than dragon meat."

She giggled.

"You're such a flatterer..."

Sister likes it!

"Qing'er, would you like to try some?" he asked.

Yang Ruqing shook her head.

"I ate so much for lunch, I don't even want to eat at night!" she said, hugging her stomach.

Though intestines are delicious, they also contain a high amount of calories.

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During her weight loss journey, she absolutely refuses to touch it!

He knew she had a lot of dietary restrictions now and didn't pressure her.

There he was, rummaging through the food.

This pig intestine, the taste is really good, even better than meat!

She looked at him while he was eating, feeling very content in her heart.

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Suddenly, she remembered the matter of the sum of money.

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