"Mom, you put the rice in the big pot first, and I'll weigh these two pheasants."

In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing picked up the scale and weighed the two pheasants she caught in the afternoon one by one.

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

"Mom, let's kill this little one tonight and make a pot of soup, what do you think?" Yang Ruoqing asked Sun for her opinion.

Sun said, "Okay, pheasants are a rare thing. The chicken soup is said to be worth three and a half kilograms of fresh pheasants, which is enough for us."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Mrs. Sun added, "The big one, you're going to take it to the market town and sell it, it shouldn't fetch a lot of money, right?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said, "The price of pheasant is the same as that of eel, which is about thirty cents per catty. This pheasant weighs five catties and can be sold for one hundred and fifty cents."

"My Qing'er is really capable," Mrs. Sun praised, washing the rice neatly and putting it into the pot.

Eating pure white rice is too luxurious for farmers.

As usual, Mr. Sun mixed white rice with wild vegetables.

Over there, Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said, "This big pheasant is not for sale. Later I want Grandpa to take it back to Sunjiagou District and give it to Grandma Grandma, my aunt, and my cousins ​​to try it."

Mrs. Sun was startled for a moment, and then she looked at Yang Ruoqing with a pleased look on her face, "My Qing'er is so filial."

Yang Ruoqing chuckled, "That's a must, mother. Let's work separately. You will kill the pheasant, and I will kill the eels by the well in the yard."

"Okay, wait while I put some hard wood in the bottom of the stove."

The two women went their separate ways.

Mrs. Sun plucked the feathers off the pheasant, took out the internal organs and set them aside, then cleaned the chicken.

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

This kind of earthen pot is resistant to high temperatures and is usually put into the stove to simmer soup.

When the rice is cooked, the pheasant is also simmered. The soup simmered in this earthen pot has a special fragrance, is soft and tender, and makes people have endless aftertaste.

As soon as Sun set up the earthen jar, Yang Ruoqing entered the house with the eels that she had packed up quickly.

"Qing'er, the pheasant is simmered, and those chicken hearts, livers, stewed chicken intestines, I'll put them aside according to your instructions. You can watch and fix them."

Mrs. Sun pointed to a pile of chicken offal 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 clever plan, I'll do it."

"Then let me fry the eels," asked Sun.

"Okay, mother, please remember to put in more chili pepper and minced garlic, so the eel can take it," Yang Ruoqing asked.

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

Mrs. Sun said with a smile, ignited the fire in the small stove outside, put a little oil in the pot, and prepared to cook the eel.

Here, Yang Ruoqing first grabbed a handful of corn that Lao Suntou had brought this time and soaked it in clean water. Then she grabbed a handful of peanuts and put them aside.

Then he rolled up his sleeves and squatted on the ground to cook the chicken giblets.

Wash the chicken hearts, livers, and tortellini and cut them into thin slices.

Remove the dirt from the chicken intestines, insert chopsticks into them, turn them over, and scrub them carefully several times.

Make sure there is no smell at all, then cut into small pieces.

Shred the onion, ginger and garlic, dry the chili pepper and set aside.

"Mom, where do you put the vegetables that Mr. Ga brought?" Yang Ruoqing asked Sun again.

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

It contains soybeans, peanuts, corn kernels, some cabbage, spinach, lettuce, and dried chili peppers.

"Here it is"

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

The fruits and vegetables are all in there

Yang Ruoqing took a piece of lettuce, peeled off the skin and put it aside to feed the only old hen in the family.

Then cut the washed lettuce into bright and transparent thin slices and set aside.

Glancing at the pot, the eel pieces soaked by the soy sauce had an attractive dark red sheen, and the thick soup was slurping, as if singing a happy tune.

Yang Ruoqing estimated that the pot would be out of the pot in four or five minutes, so she took this opportunity to grab two handfuls of cabbage and spinach and went to the well to wash them.

By the time she finished washing the vegetables and returned to the kitchen, the eel had already been cooked, and the aroma filled the kitchen.

"Qing'er, what are you going to cook next?"

"I'm going to make a stir-fried chicken offal," Yang Ruoqing said.

This dish was something she liked to eat in her previous life. It was fragrant, spicy and full of excitement.

Mrs. Sun sat at the stove and turned up the fire.

Yang Ruoqing also wore an apron around her waist. She put a little rapeseed oil into the hot pot and let it fry.

After frying to a certain level, Yang Ruoqing pushed the chopped green onion, ginger, garlic, dried chili pepper, peanuts and soaked corn into the oil pan.

"Zhila"

A crisp sound.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the spatula and waved it around, making people dazzled and impervious to the weather.

As she waved, the chili peppers, onion, ginger, and garlic minced blended with each other at high temperatures, using rapeseed oil as a bridge of communication, sublimating the spicy aroma that filled the room.

"A sneeze"

Suddenly there was a loud sneeze at the kitchen door.

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.

Aren't they Luo Fengtang and Xiao An?

"Ah, Tangyazi, you're here."

Mrs. Sun hurriedly rushed over, her eyes full of joy, and the smile from her eyes to the bottom of her heart.

"Third aunt."

Luo Fengtang called Mrs. Sun quietly, but his eyes couldn't help but glance past Mrs. Sun towards Yang Ruoqing in front of the pot in the kitchen.

The girl's waist is not very graceful, but she wears an apron.

A soybean oil lamp was lit on the pot table, the light was dim, and the girl was waving the pot and spatula in her hand.

As if she knew he was looking at her, she turned towards him, her face flushed.

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

The way Fat Ya cooks is so pretty

"Tang Yazi, it's spicy here. You'd better go sit in my dad's room next door. Food will be ready in a while."

Sun's voice sounded again.

Luo Fengtang suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had lost his composure. He hurriedly lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the pot table.

"Auntie, I didn't hear what you just said."

"Haha, I said the spicy food in this kitchen is very spicy. Be careful of choking you. Go sit in the next room. Your third uncle and Qing'er Gong are both here." Sun said again with a smile.

"Oh, okay, okay"

Luo Fengtang turned around and couldn't help but glance at the pot table again from the corner of his eye.

He didn't know what he stepped on. He staggered and almost fell.

Fortunately, he was strong enough to hold on to the door frame next to him.

"Tangyazi, are you okay? Watch your step," Ms. Sun asked, looking nervous.

"No, nothing"

Luo Fengtang blushed, lowered his head and ran away to the next room in a bit of embarrassment.

Mrs. Sun followed and poured tea.

In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.

This silly boy is really a stupid goose.

Xiao An blinked her big eyes, tilted her head and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Sister, I saw it. Brother Fengtang was looking at you just now, and he almost tripped."

"I tripped him"

Daan frowned and said.

"What"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Daan, "What are you doing to stumble him?"

"No reason"

Daan's tone seemed to be a bit angry, he put down these words and turned around and left the kitchen.
Chapter completed!