"Mom, you cook the big pot first, I will weigh these two pheasants."

In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing picked up the scale rod and called the two pheasants she had caught in the next day.

The big one weighs nearly five kilograms. The small one is three and a half kilograms.

"Mom, let's slaughter this little one tonight. How about the stew pot soup?" Yang Ruoqing asked Sun for his opinion.

Sun said, "Okay, pheasants are rare. It is said that chicken soup is three and a half pounds fresh, so we can eat enough."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Sun said again, "The big one, you want to sell it to the market town and you should not be able to sell it for a lot of money."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said, "The price of pheasants is about thirty cents per pound, and this pheasant weighs five pounds and can be sold for 150 cents."

"My Qing'er is really capable," Sun praised, while washing rice neatly.

Eating pure white rice is too luxurious for the merchants.

As usual, Sun mixed wild vegetables in the white rice.

On the other side, Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said, "This big pheasant will not be sold. Looking back, I want to take her back to Sunjiagou District and try it out for me, my gapo, aunt, and cousin."

Sun was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yang Ruoqing with relief, "My Qing'er is so filial."

Yang Ruoqing laughed, "That's a must. Let's act separately. You come and kill pheasants. I'll go to the well in the yard to kill eels."

"Okay, wait until I plug the bottom of the stove and make the hard wood"

The mother and the mother act separately.

Sun plucked the pheasant's hair, took out the internal organs and placed them aside, and then cleaned the chicken.

Chop it into pieces, put it into a clay pot, then put a few slices of ginger in it, cover the lid of the clay pot, and stuff it into the stove.

This kind of clay pot is resistant to high temperatures and is usually stuffed into the stove to make soup.

When the rice is cooked, the pheasant is also simmered. The soup simmered in this crock pot has a special fragrance, crispy, soft and soft, making people feel endless aftertaste.

Just as Sun was putting it as a clay pot, Yang Ruoqing also hurried into the house with the eels he had packed.

"Qing'er, the pheasant is simmered. I will put the chicken heart, chicken liver, chicken intestines aside, as you explain, what do you think?"

Sun pointed to a pile of chickens on the ground and asked Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing put down the eel in her hand and said to Sun, "The mountain man has his own tricks, I'll do it."

"Then I'll fry the eels," asked Sun.

"As long, mom, remember to take more spicy and minced garlic and put in. The eels can be taken with them," Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Mom knows, you girl has a strong taste and loves to eat salty and spicy food."

Sun smiled and ignited the fire in the stove outside, put some oil into the pot, and prepared to burn eels.

On this side, Yang Ruoqing first grabbed a handful of corn brought by Lao Suntou, soaked it in clean water, and grabbed a handful of peanuts and put it aside.

Then he rolled up his sleeves and squatted on the ground to help with the chickens.

Washed chicken heart chicken liver chicken jinli chicken jinli and slice it into thin slices.

Remove the dirt inside the chicken intestines, then insert it with chopsticks and turn it over, and carefully scrub it several times.

Make sure there is no odor and cut it into small pieces.

Cut the onion, ginger and garlic into shreds, and set aside dried spicy food.

"Mom, where are you putting the vegetables you brought by Mr. Ga?" Yang Ruoqing asked Sun again.

Today, the old grandson came over and brought a sack.

It contains soybeans, peanuts, corn kernels, and some cabbage, spinach, lettuce, and dried spicy food.

“It’s here”

Sun paused the spatula, turned around and took a bamboo basket from the cabinet and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

Vegetables and fruits are inside

Yang Ruoqing took a piece of lettuce, put the peeled skin aside and kept it for feeding the only old hen at home.

Then cut the washed lettuce into bright and transparent slices and set aside for later use.

After taking a look at the eel jokes that were penetrated by soy sauce had already shined with an attractive dark red luster, and the soup was muttering, as if singing a happy song.

Yang Ruoqing thought she had to go out of the pot in four or five minutes. She took this opportunity to grab two handfuls of cabbage and spinach and went to the well to clean it.

When she cleaned the vegetables and returned to the kitchen, the eels had already been boiled, and the fragrance in the kitchen was lingering.

"Qinger, what dish to cook next?"

"I'll make a stir-fried chicken dish," said Yang Ruoqing.

She liked this dish in her previous life. It was fragrant, spicy and full of excitement.

Sun sat at the stove and made the fire strong.

Yang Ruoqing also surrounded her apron and put a little rapeseed oil into the hot pan to let it fry.

After frying to a certain extent, Yang Ruoqing pushed the chopped green onions, ginger, garlic and dried chili, peanuts and soaked corn on the chopping board into the oil pan.

"Squeak"

A crisp sound.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the spatula and waved it, which was dazzling and unblocked by the wind and rain.

With her waving, spicy and onion, ginger and garlic foam blended with each other in high temperatures, using rapeseed oil as a bridge of communication, sublimating the spicy aroma of the room.

"Ah Yea"

A loud sneeze suddenly came from the entrance of the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing looked up and saw a tall figure standing at the door of the kitchen.

Beside him, there were two little boys of different sizes standing.

Isn't it Luo Fengtang and Xiao'an

"Ah Tang Yazi, you are here"

Sun rushed over, his eyes full of joy, and the smile reached his heart from the bottom of his eyes.

"Aunt San."

Luo Fengtang called Sun a dull, but his eyes couldn't help but cross Sun and looked at Yang Ruoqing in front of the pot in the kitchen.

The girl's waist is not graceful, but she is surrounded by an apron.

The soybean oil lamp was lit on the pot, and the light was hazy, and the girl was waving the spatula in her hand.

As if she knew he was looking at him, she turned her head to him, blushing.

She smiled at him, her teeth white and her eyes bright.

The cooking looks so good

"Tang Yazi, it's spicy here. You'd better go to my dad's house next door, and the meal will be fine in a while."

Sun's voice rang again.

Luo Fengtang suddenly came to his senses and found his disobedience. He hurriedly lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at the pot.

"What Auntie San, I didn't hear clearly what you said."

"Haha, I said the kitchen is spicy, be careful to choke you, go to the next room to sit in. Your third uncle and Qing'er-Gagong are both here," Sun said again with a smile.

"Oh, OK, OK"

Luo Fengtang turned around, and from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but glance at the other side of the pot again.

I didn't know what I stepped on under my feet, so he staggered and almost fell down.

Fortunately, he was agile and held the door frame next to him.

"Tang Yizi, you're fine, be careful at your feet." Sun asked with a nervous look on his face.

"No, nothing"

Luo Fengtang blushed and lowered his head and ran to the next room in a little embarrassed manner.

Sun followed him and went to pour tea.

In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help it anymore and laughed.

This silly boy is such a fool

Xiao An blinked his big eyes and tilted his head and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Sister, I saw it. Brother Feng Tang was just now and almost tripped."

"I stumbled on him."

Da'an frowned and said.

"What"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then looked at Da'an, "What are you doing to trip him up?"

"Not why"

Da'an's tone seemed to be a little angry, and he said this and turned his head out of the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing was left confused.
Chapter completed!