The sauce on top has also been prepared.
"Okay, mama, look, this is the claypot rice I made.
I wonder if your husband will like it," Ji Qingqing said with a smile.
Grandma Yu was stunned for a moment, and then she came back to her senses.
I couldn't help but sniffed, and immediately started salivating, "Oh, it smells so good."
Ji Qingqing smiled sheepishly, "There is only one casserole, so I only made this one.
But this method is very simple.
If you want to learn it, I will teach you."
"Hey, okay, okay."
Grandma Yu nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help but step forward to lift the lid of the claypot rice, take a look at it, and then close it.
The aroma is almost astounding to your nostrils.
The bacon and sausage are bright in color, the rice is white and crystal clear, and the grains are plump.
Next to it is fresh green cabbage.
The casserole is black and bright, simple, simple and generous.
Not to mention the smell, not to mention eating it, just looking at it makes me feel so beautiful "Qingqing, you are so smart and have such a clever idea," Grandma Yu admired sincerely.
Simple things, through her hands, turned out to be such exquisite delicacies.
Based on the aroma alone, Grandma Yu was completely convinced that the taste of this claypot rice would be the same.
In other words, although Mr.
Yu made all kinds of complaints and dissatisfaction about her craftsmanship all day long, if she was really that bad, she would not be able to serve Mr.
Yu next to her.
Her craftsmanship is considered excellent and she is well-informed, but she just doesn't meet Mr.
Yu's requirements.
However, even she had never thought that simple bacon and sausage could be made like this.
"Qingqing, you are so smart."
Grandma Yu couldn't help but sigh again.
Ji Qingqing was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "I'm just lazy, I'll serve it to you while it's hot."
What makes her better than all the chefs of this era is that she has traveled through time and comes from an era where information exchange is extremely convenient.
This kind of claypot rice is very common in Guangdong, but the sky is too high and the roads are far away to spread it so far, so Grandma Yu doesn't know about it.
To put it bluntly, she just took a chance.
Carrying the clay pot rice and the sauce plate on a tray came to the small restaurant.
Yu Miao glanced at the tightly covered casserole, sniffed hard and said with a smile, "This is so delicious and fragrant."
Ji Qingqing smiled and said: "This is called claypot rice.
You can invite Mr.
Yu to come and eat."
Yu Miao then smiled and said, "Hey, just wait, I'll go and invite you."
Soon Mr.
Yu came over.
He glanced at the tightly covered claypot rice and was stunned.
He smiled and said, "Yu Miao said this is called claypot rice."
Ji Qingqing nodded, raised his hand in a "please" gesture, and said with a smile: "Yes, sir, please try it, it's still to your liking."
"Sir, please sit down quickly."
Yu Miao was very excited, her eyes were bright, and she seemed even more anxious and impatient than Mr.
Yu.
Well, Miss Ji is so ingenious.
She makes people feel fresh and expectant every time.
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Even if this is not what he eats, it is still good to take a look.
Mr.
Yu smiled and sat down.
Ji Qingqing quickly lifted the lid.
A burst of steam rises from the "coaxing", and the aroma of bacon and rice hits your nostrils.
Combining the aromas of several ingredients and cooking them with special cooking techniques, the aroma is no longer a simple addition, but an indescribable richness and allure.
"It smells so good and beautiful."
Yu Miao sniffed hard, her face full of intoxication.
When she saw the arrangement of the casserole, her eyes lit up.
Mr.
Yu was also a little surprised.
He didn't expect that what he saw when he opened the lid would be so rich and full of temptations.
"Sure enough, it's unusual.
You kid is really ingenious."
Mr.
Yu smiled sincerely and picked up the chopsticks.
Ji Qingqing picked up the sauce and said with a smile: "If you pour this over, it will taste better.
I don't know what your taste is, so I can ask you to add it at your own discretion."
After saying that, he carefully placed the sauce plate in front of Mr.
Yu.
"Okay, okay" Mr.
Yu picked it up with a smile and poured water into the casserole.
As the sauce seeps in, the rice looks more appetizing, and the aroma seems to be richer.
Yu Miao licked her lips, took two steps back, looked away and looked to the side.
Don't watch it, don't watch it, it will make you even more hungry.
He really wanted to lift his feet and turn around and leave, so that he wouldn't have to suffer this painful feeling of being able to see but not eat.
But there seemed to be a thousand kilograms of weight under my feet that I couldn't move at all.
The fragrance smells very good.
It’s not bad to smell the fragrance even if you don’t eat it.
Mr.
Yu has already started eating, his eyes are bright, his expression is intoxicated, and he nods and praises with great satisfaction.
Yu Miao didn't know when she turned her head again, licked her lips, and smiled at Ji Qingqing: "Miss Ji, you are still awesome.
I haven't seen Mr. so happy while eating for a long time."
Ji Qingqing smiled modestly.
Didn't she see how Yu Miao was so greedy but trying hard to hold it back?
However, there was only this one casserole, so she was helpless.
Then he smiled and said: "I will tell Grandma Yu how to make this clay pot rice later."
"Really?
That's great."
Yu Miao cheered up and said with a happy smile, "I'll go to the city to buy some casseroles tomorrow."
Ji Qingqing couldn't help but smile.
Mr.
Yu raised his head and glanced at him, shaking his head slightly: "Come on."
"Okay, okay, it's great that simple ingredients and simple methods can make such delicious food.
Your craftsmanship, Qingqing, is truly wonderful."
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Mr.
Yu finally stopped using his chopsticks and said with a smile.
He is an elderly man.
Although he loves delicious food, he also has strong self-control.
No matter how delicious the food is, he will never overeat.
He finished about half of this portion of claypot rice and then put down his chopsticks.
Ji Qingqing suddenly smiled happily and said: "You have given me the award, but you can just like it."
Mr.
Yu chuckled.
It was hard for him to say he didn't like it against his will.
He was indeed very satisfied with this lunch.
Yu Miao put the casserole away, and Ji Qingqing followed Mr.
Yu to the yard.
Mr.
Yu is used to walking in the yard to eat after meals.
After the twelfth lunar month, even though the breath of spring is not yet close, there are hints of it.
The air was no longer as cold as a knife.
"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"
Mr.
Yu asked gently with his hands behind his back.
This girl is good at craftsmanship, clever in thinking, practical and quick in doing things, and she is so beautiful.
She is smart and knows how to advance and retreat, which makes people feel a little pity for her.
Even Mr.
Yu had to sigh secretly.
She was so beautiful and yet she was a village girl.
It was really unsafe.
It would be a very unpleasant thing for such a decent woman to be ruined by some bad guy
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