"Are you going to set fire? I have no grudge against you?"

After saying this, Ye Shan remembered what happened last night and shook his head hard.

"Uncle police, we are cooking for you. Are you afraid that you will be hungry?" Nao Nao looked righteous and seemed to be doing something to save humanity.

Ye Shan looked at Nao Nao in confusion, and then looked at Yingying: "Has she grown up?"

Yingying quickly shook her head: "Minor, but I'm twenty this year."

Ye Shan glanced at her, nodded, as if he had admitted this statement.

"I'm 20 years and five months old this year!" Nao Nao was anxious. She didn't want to be regarded as a minor girl.

Ye Shan ignored her, but looked at the meat in the black lake in the pot and asked, "What are you planning to do?"

Yingying hurried over and said, "Don't you make barbecue for you?" Nao Nao said she would, isn't that what it is?"

Ye Shan couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't add oil and dried roasts, and he was also lean meat. It would be strange if he didn't have a lake?

Looking at the pile of vegetables on the ground, it seemed that these two girls had bought a lot. Ye Shan stopped talking nonsense to them, and felt that he was cooking.

It’s a pity that the steak looks not cheap and is just wasted.

After looking at the carrots and onions, and taking out a piece of lamb chop from the refrigerator, Ye Shan decided to make a corps-style hand-pickled rice.

Although hand-pickled rice is a delicacy for the people of the northern Xinjiang people, there have been some changes after the Corps entered Xinjiang.

The pilaf of nationals has a characteristic, that is, it is that it has a lot of oil. A pot of rice is half a pot of oil, and many people can't eat it. So the Corps stew the mutton, and then cook the carrots, onions and rice as suffocated as rice. The pot comes out.

Such rice is particularly suitable for the taste of the Han people, which retains the original taste of the pilaf, but is not so greasy and is very popular.

Have you ever seen this kind of rice? All the messy things were thrown into the pot and stewed them. I instantly felt that this millet was not better than theirs.
Chapter completed!