Seeing Song Zhaozhao's high interest, Song's mother said nothing more.

Song Zhaozhao first burned the firewood halfway, extinguished the fire, and put it aside. Then he took out a tall jar at home and broke the bottom without any hesitation. "Hey, you kid!"

Mother Song was heartbroken when she saw it. "Mom, I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf."

Song Zhaozhao put all the coarse salt in the water, melted the coarse salt with water and set it aside. He pulled a cloth strip on himself, covered the mouth of the jar with the cloth, tied it tightly with the cloth strip, poured the fine sand in, and poured it into the jar.

Put the newly burned firewood in, and finally put in the coarse salt. Finally, you get the salt water, pour it into the pot and boil it. After boiling the water dry, you get some white salt.

Mother Song was shocked when she saw it. She twisted a little and put it in her mouth. It was really salt. "Zhaozhao, is this?"

"Mom, this is salt. From now on we won't have to eat coarse salt when cooking wild vegetables." "We Zhaozhao are really smart!"

Song's mother was naturally overjoyed when she saw that Song Zhaozhao had made such a magical thing in such a short time. "Hey, what's going on? If you don't cook at noon, what are you doing?"

A woman wrapped in a brown cloth came in.

No need to think about it, this sarcastic face must be the eldest aunt of the Song family, Mrs. Chen.

Her voice was so loud that it made the chickens in Aunt Zhang's yard next door coo.

Song Zhaozhao frowned in disgust when he saw Mrs. Chen, with an expression as disgusted as seeing something dirty. "I heard that your girl woke up and wanted to come and have a look. Why don't I bring you some rice noodles?"

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Mrs. Chen shook the basket in her hand.

Song Zhaozhao: The rats and wolves are not kind to the rooster when they wish him a happy new year."

Mrs. Chen sat down without invitation and glanced at the wild vegetables that Song Zhaozhao had just picked.

"Zhaozhao, you just fell into the water. I heard that you went swimming again just now. Are you still thinking about the young master of the Shao family?"

Song Zhaozhao rolled his eyes at Mrs. Chen and retorted angrily: "How dare I? Auntie, I just went to pick some wild vegetables. Otherwise, let's go to auntie's house for dinner with our whole family today."

"You!" Mrs. Chen was speechless and her face turned red with anger.

Mrs. Chen took another look at the wild vegetables that Song Zhaozhao had just picked, and picked them up a few times.

"The hard-dried wild vegetables can only be used to feed pigs, which is what you like to eat."

Although Chen said this, he still grabbed a few handfuls of wild vegetables and put them into her basket.

Ever since she married into the Song family, Song's mother had been swallowing her anger and suffered all the pressure from the Chen family. After the Chen family took over, they kicked out the whole family. Seeing the Chen family like this, she didn't say much.

Instead, he went to pour a glass of water for Mrs. Chen: "Sister, drink some water first."

Chen glanced at the cracked bowl and waved his hand in disgust.

"Today, I'm here because I have one more thing to do. Her cousin has been spotted by a wealthy family in the city and is about to get married."

"That's really congratulations, eldest sister."

Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Song smirked: "This Zhaozhao is not young anymore. Don't let her be an old girl."

At this time, Song Zhaozhao wanted to pour the water on the table on Chen, but the water was so precious now, how could he let it go!

"Hey, what is this? It's white."

Mrs. Chen walked to the fine salt that Song Zhaozhao had just made, and wrapped a few packets of wild vegetable leaves. "Auntie, I am good at eating people because I have short hands."

Chen's wrapping hand paused: "What did I get you for? Didn't I get you some white flour and fine rice?"

Mrs. Chen finished wrapping the fine salt and left in a hurry.

Song Zhaozhao: A vicious woman.

"Okay, Zhaozhao, didn't you say that I'll leave today's lunch to you? I guess your father and brother will be back soon."

"Okay, mother, just wait."

Song Zhaozhao glanced at the white noodles brought by Mrs. Chen just now, and remembered that today the Song family only ate steamed buns and porridge. It looked like they hadn't eaten meat for a long time, so why not give them meat today?

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"Mom, I also brought in the white flour and fine rice."

Song Zhaozhao fell in love with these white noodles. This morning he saw the lard sent by Aunt Zhang next door in the kitchen. He was making some wild vegetable egg pancakes and showed off his skills so that the Song family could have a good meal.

Only then can they trust her and let her go out to do business.

But now Song Zhaozhao has not said clearly that if he wants to use Mother Song's lard, Mother Song will definitely be reluctant to part with it.

Even though he thought so, Song Zhaozhao definitely didn't care much about the lard in his hand.

Song Zhaozhao first removed useless parts such as roots and dead leaves from wild onions, washed them and cut them into sections, then broke the eggs into a bowl, stirred them into egg liquid, poured lard into a dry pan, heated it, and poured in

Heat the egg liquid, wait for a while for the egg liquid to solidify, then turn over and fry until it is completely solidified. Then add the wild onions and stir-fry, estimate the time, add an appropriate amount of fine salt that has just been filtered, stir well, and remove from the pot.

Mother Song outside the kitchen, as well as Father Song and Brother Song who had just returned, had already smelled the aroma of scrambled eggs with wild onions. Even Aunt Zhang next door came over in search of the scent.

"Mother Zhaozhao, what delicious food did your Song family cook today? I could smell it from the next door."

Aunt Zhang walked in carrying a basket of pig manure promised to Song Zhaozhao.

"Zhao Zhao is doing it today, I don't know, but Aunt Zhang, what are you doing?"

Mother Song pointed to the pig manure that Aunt Zhang had brought in. "This is what you, Zhao Zhao, and I want." "Zhao Zhao?"

Just as he was talking, Song Zhaozhao also came out with scrambled eggs with wild onions. "Father, mother, brother, come and take a look." "Daughter of the Song family, I picked out your pig manure for you." Zhang

The aunt pointed at the pig manure and said, "Hey, wasn't this the wild vegetable you just got?"

"Aunt Zhang, this is called wild onion."

"Wild onions?"

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Everyone was surprised when they heard Song Zhaozhao's introduction. They were all afraid that she would hurt her brain by falling into the water. However, the smell of scrambled eggs with wild onions was so fragrant that there were even crowds of people hanging outside the door of the Song family.

Look inside.

"Yes, this dish is called scrambled eggs with wild onions. It is my unique skill."

It can be said that it is a unique skill. When Song Zhaozhao was a food blogger, the first dish he learned was scrambled eggs with green onions.

Song's father, Song's mother, Song brother and Aunt Zhang heard Song Zhaozhao's introduction and all ran over to take a few bites. The eggs fried with lard were mixed with a light meat aroma and the fresh taste of wild onions.

, it was so fragrant that everyone forgot to talk.
Chapter completed!