After closing the lid, Jiang Ran wiped the sweat off her head with a towel.
If this was in the past, she wouldn't sweat at all when cooking a dish of red braised pork. It was a simple dish.
But now, with her heavy body, Jiang Ran was exhausted after cooking just one dish.
The porridge couldn't be cooked with the lid all the time. She had to stir it to prevent it from burning.
As soon as Jiang Ran opened the lid, the fragrance of rice wafted out.
Just by smelling it, Jiang Ran knew that the rice was of good quality. The porridge would definitely be delicious.
But plain porridge was still a little monotonous.
"Shanshan, do you have red dates at home?" Jiang Ran asked Pei Shanshan.
Pei Shanshan immediately looked at Wang Cuilan. Wang Cuilan nodded. "Yes."
As he spoke, Wang Cuilan opened the cupboard and took out a jar. He opened the lid and saw that it was half filled with red dates.
Seeing the red dates, Jiang Ran grabbed six of them, washed them, and threw them into the pot. Then, she closed the lid and let it continue cooking.
Wang Cuilan watched Jiang Ran's decisive actions. His mouth moved, but he didn't say a word.
She didn't know what was wrong with Jiang Ran. She wanted to ask, but she didn't know how to do it.
Jiang Ran saw Wang Cuilan's hesitant expression. But she wasn't going to explain now, so she pretended not to see it.
There was porridge and vegetables. She also had to make some pancakes.
Jiang Ran opened the bag of noodles and asked Wang Cuilan to get some green onions and cut them.
Wang Cuilan was also busy at the stove all year round. When he heard Jiang Ran's words, he knew that Jiang Ran was going to make scallion pancakes.
They had already stewed a pot of meat, but she still wanted to make scallion pancakes. How much oil would she use?
His heart ached, but his hands didn't slow down at all.
When Jiang Ran was kneading the dough, he added eggs to it. This way, the dough would be slightly yellow and would taste better.
There were only two pots on the Pei family's stove, one big and one small. However, the Pei family also had a stove.
However, this stove did not lack coal. It also burned firewood.
Jiang Ran asked Pei Shanshan to light a fire in the stove and put the frying pan on it.
When making scallion pancakes, the fire must not be too big. Otherwise, the surface of the pancake would be charred before it was cooked.
He also had to be willing to use oil. Otherwise, the scallion pancakes would be dry and wouldn't be fragrant and soft enough.
If Jiang Ran didn't want to do it, he wouldn't do it. If he wanted to do it, he would do it to the best of his ability.
Pei Shanshan and Wang Cuilan furrowed their brows when they saw Jiang Ran's bold and unrestrained action.
Jiang Ran made the dough according to the number of people in the family. There were six people, so he made a total of seven pancakes.
The men ate two. Pei Shanshan and Wang Cuilan each ate one. Jiang Ran was going to eat one with Pei Jing.
Jiang Ran wasn't trying to be thrifty. Jiang Ran was trying to lose weight.
To lose weight, he had to start by eating less.
With her current physique and body type, going on a hunger strike definitely wouldn't work. If she skipped a meal, she would probably starve to death.
She could only try to eat as little as possible and slowly adjust.
When the scallion pancakes were done, the braised pork in the pot was almost done. Jiang Ran put the sliced potatoes in, closed the lid, and stewed for a while. When the potatoes were cooked, he put them into a porcelain bowl.
Jiang Ran had put in a lot of meat, plus a few potatoes, making a big pot of it.