The night before, it was almost twelve o'clock, and I was sleeping soundly, when I received a message from Miss Ran. She asked me if I could fry some small meatballs and send them to her.
In the past, when Miss Ran was at home, she was very particular about eating. She doesn't like fried meatballs, she only likes clear soup meatballs. She went to college far away, and her requirements for food gradually decreased, and she learned to compromise with reality.
I said yes, what else do you want to eat? Think about it, say it, I'll make a vacuum package and send it to you by courier.
Seeing that I was so happy, the girl sent a string of emojis, a cute little monkey jumping and jumping. Then unceremoniously added braised pig's trotters, beef sauce and chili oil.
Today is a busy day, buying meat and chili peppers in the morning, chopping meat foam and croquettes in the afternoon, cutting chili segments in the evening, stir-frying chili peppers and peppercorns, and pounding them into chili powder with stone mortars. After a busy day, I only did half of it. Tomorrow is another busy day, and I have to go shopping for rapeseed oil to mix chili oil and boil beef sauce.
Ran's father usually doesn't like to do housework, so today he made a special show of it, and while giving me a hand, he took a photo and sent it to Miss Ran, asking his daughter for credit. That's ridiculous.
