Yan Sirui was too lazy to wash the layer of mud outside the salted duck egg. Anyway, the mud was already half dry and undried. She broke it with her hands and knocked it on the table. The eggshell broke and the egg whites flowed out. The rest was a harder salted egg yolk standing on the table. Its shell was not dispersed.

Yan Sirui put the egg yolk in the bowl, and the rest went straight into the trash can, "Mom, if you don't eat these eggs, give me the egg yolk."

Wen's mother looked at the pile of salted duck eggs and asked, "There are at least one hundred of them, you're sure you want them all."

"I want it all, I can finish eating."

"Okay, I'll wash these 10 first, and then take out the egg yolks." Wen's mother agreed readily, undoubtedly feeling happy that Yan Sirui could not waste these salty duck eggs.

Yan Sirui continued to cut the vegetables and prepared the vegetables. She first cooked the salted duck eggs and broke them one by one into two halves. Then she washed the casserole again and started making clay pot rice.

She first washed the rice and put it in the casserole, then put it on an appropriate amount of water, waited for the water to dry, and then added a circle of oil to it and waited for a while before the crust would take shape.

Because the rice is placed in the casserole, even if the prepared rice is placed aside, it will not cool down so quickly. After the rice in the other casserole was ready, she did not rush to cook. She first made the rice with the crust out of the casserole and poured it into a bowl where she ate alone. Because there was the crust, the rice was perfectly removed from the mold. Yan Sirui then calmed down. It seemed that the pot was cooked very successfully and did not stick at all. Then she stopped after making 4 more meals.

The rice was cooked, and Yan Sirui started to cook the dishes. The three dishes were very simple. They were made yesterday and today they were very familiar.

After the dishes were fried, each of them was pressed a little on the rice just now. The same little bit was added together, and the bowl was pressed tightly. Then she put half a salted duck egg in each bowl, and poured the sauce she made, and the clay pot rice was officially completed.

Yan Sirui cooked here, but the other stove at home was not idle. The fairy soup was the standard for clay pot rice. She cooked tomato and egg soup on the stove early in the morning, but it was completely opposite to the outside, with more ingredients and less soup.

After her meal was finished, the group of people at work also came back for lunch. Yan Siguo and Wen Yuze entered the door together, and as soon as they entered the door, they smelled the fragrance of the food in the room.

Yan Siguo shook his head: "This Ruirui, what's the delicious food?"

Then I asked it out loud. Yesterday, Wang Daya told Yan Siguo that she didn't know. When she heard Yan Siguo ask, Wang Daya quickly answered: "Just the clay pot rice I mentioned yesterday, it's so delicious."

Yan Sirui said: "Today's food is directly in the bowl. If it is not enough, then serve with steamed buns."

Wen's mother also steamed the steamed bun when she was cooking, but she was afraid that the two old men would not have enough rice to eat. There were a lot of dishes in the bowl, so she would not have no food to eat with a steamed bun.

After sitting down at the dining table, the clay pot rice, steamed buns and soup poured into the bowl and served on the table. The group started eating in an orderly manner. The food was fresh and delicious, and they had nothing to choose.

However, Yan Sirui was a little greasy when she ate it. It should be because she added too much oil when she fryed the pan, and the rest were fine, but the taste was very good.

Yan Sirui loves bibimbap. After a few bites, they directly mixed the rice and vegetables together and ate it deliciously. Yan Siguo and Wen Yuze ate the steamed buns together. After a meal, they each added two steamed buns and then finished their lunch.

Wen Yuze finished eating and sighed: "It's just that the salty duck egg is too salty."

He couldn't swallow it by stuttering it in vain. It was still very salty when mixed in the rice. But if you don't have salty duck eggs, it seems that they lack some flavor, but this has nothing to do with Yan Sirui's craftsmanship.

Zhang Xiaohong couldn't help but sigh: "When it comes to eating, no one can compare to my younger sister. I think this rice is very suitable for my taste. Isn't it troublesome to make it?"

She loves food, but she can't always let Yan Sirui cook. She can just learn it. If you want to eat, you can make it yourself.

"It's very simple, it's not trouble at all. When I did it just now, my mother looked at it. I will definitely do it now."

Wang Daya said indifferently: "How can I not learn such a simple thing? Xiaohong wants to love eating and I will make it for you when she comes home."

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This lunch passed like this, harmonious and delicious.

In the afternoon, there were still three of them who didn't work. They sat at the door of their house to clean up the salted duck eggs that they didn't like to eat at home. The mud outside the salted duck eggs was dry and could be removed with one blow, but the mud was really thick, so it took time to slap it. This busy work was all afternoon. The key thing it had to make was not good at making in the army. So after the salted egg yolk was cleaned up, she drove out in a car, then put the salted egg yolk into the storage locker of the space mall, and then drove home.

The space mall storage cabinet can keep fresh. Whatever things are like when put in and what they still look like when they are taken out? No matter how long it takes, it will be fine. Putting salted duck eggs in it is the best choice.

After Yan Sirui came back after a walk, it was already dinner order. Everyone had a good lunch, so there was no requirement for dinner. Just a bowl of porridge and pickles were enough. But this made Wen Jingtian bitter. He went out to work and lunch was not here. He had to fool the porridge at night. He didn't say anything, but Yan Sirui felt sorry for her, so she made two clay pot rice at home, and the whole family gave the cooked porridge directly.

Ji Hongying was discharged from the hospital after the doctor finished the examination in the morning, and it was still very early when she returned home.

Because of Chunfang and his wife, Yan Le was no longer in ties. After sending Ji Hongying home, he hurriedly left here. He looked at Ji Hongying without any nostalgia and felt really hurt.

However, Yan Le left happily this time, not because of Zhou Mengting, but because Yan Le's career finally had a new beginning.

In just two days, he found a place where he could open a hot pot restaurant. The weather was cold immediately. It would be better to fight quickly. Not only did he not have time to accompany Ji Hongying, but he also had no time to accompany Zhou Mengting.

But no one blames him. Who can do serious things? It’s just that it’s not a blame. The mother at home is hospitalized and the wife is pregnant at home. No matter which side, he runs outside all day long, and someone will talk about it in private.

Zhou’s mother is the first one. In front of Yan Le, you are busy, you are busy, men should put their career first, and I will come to you at home.

In private, this man was still training, turned around and went out without any nostalgia.

Zhou Mengting was stunned when she heard the whole process of Zhou's mother's speech, and she didn't know how to refute it. After all, it was her first time getting married, so she smartly chose to shut up.
Chapter completed!