Yun Yongcheng woke up and heard noise in the kitchen. When he went to the kitchen, he found his parents peeling off chicken feathers.
The chicken feathers have almost been removed, and the beige chicken is right in front of you. It looks fat, tender and very tempting.
Having just woken up and feeling a little hungry, Yun Yongcheng couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he looked at the plump chicken.
Thinking that he could have a whole chicken dinner tonight, Yun Yongcheng suddenly felt in high spirits.
"Mom and Dad, where did this pheasant come from?"
Mei Cuiping raised her eyes and glanced at her son.
"Mianmian wanted to eat meat, but this pheasant fell from the sky while flying. This is the ration that God has given to Mianmian. You and your father should not worry about it."
Yun Aiguo looked at his son with sympathy in his eyes.
"We, father and son, don't worry about chicken butts and chicken offal. We are both father and son. Mianmian is little and it's time for her body to grow. Your mother wants to give Mianmian some nourishment. Please be considerate."
Mei Cuiping: "Green vegetables and radishes nourish people, and chicken offal is also meat."
Yun Yongcheng: "..."
When it was time to stir-fry, Mei Cuiping chopped the whole chicken into pieces, stir-fried it until the water was dry, and then added two tablespoons of salt.
The weather is hot and meat is easy to spoil. Adding more salt and stir-frying can keep it for a few days. This is how country people preserve meat.
Yun Aiguo and his son watched helplessly as Mei Cuiping fried most of the golden chicken, leaving only one chicken leg and a few pieces of chicken in the pot. Then they added half a ladle of water to the pot and simmered.
Mei Cuiping's plan was to feed Yun Mian the chicken alone. At one meal, he would take a few pieces of chicken and add half a ladle of water to stew it into a bowl of chicken soup. In this way, one chicken would be enough for Yun Mian to eat for several days.
The aroma of chicken soup wafted all over the yard, and Yun Mian was awakened by the fragrance.
She woke up in a daze and stared at the ceiling covered with spider webs for a moment before remembering that she accompanied her grandparents to water the rice fields.
Her grandparents have already taken her home.
Yun Mian rubbed her eyes, sat up from the bed happily, and planned to get out of bed to find her grandparents. The smell of chicken soup penetrated her nose.
The smell of chicken soup! Did grandma kill the chickens at home?
Yun Mian slid out of bed with her short legs, put on her shoes and ran to the kitchen.
Dinner was ready, and Mei Cuiping was setting the meal when she saw a dazed little thing with rosy cheeks standing at the door. She immediately put the bowls and chopsticks on the wooden table, smiled kindly and waved to the door: "My dear granddaughter,
Wake up, come in and wash your face, let's have dinner."
When Yun Mian saw the chicken soup on the table, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Grandma, did you kill the chickens at home?"
Seeing the distressed expression on the little girl's face, Mei Cuiping hurriedly said: "This is a pheasant. You were muttering on the ground that you wanted to eat meat. This pheasant fell from the sky while flying. This is God's gift to us Mianmian."
meat."
When did it happen? Why didn’t she know?
Seeing the confused look on her little face, Mei Cuiping added, "You were asleep at the time and were mumbling in your sleep."
Yun Mian lowered his head and looked at the scales hidden under his collar.
Could it be that that smelly unicorn brought him good luck again?
Since the auspicious aura of the smelly unicorn is so useful, why not ask my father to take me to the Goddess Mountain to try it some other day, and maybe I can get a wild boar back.
While eating, Yun Mian glanced at the white flour steamed buns and large chicken drumsticks in his own bowl, and then looked at the multigrain steamed buns, green vegetables and radish in the bowls of his grandparents and dad...
What a difference!
"Grandma, didn't you say you picked up a whole chicken? Why am I the only one eating the chicken?"
Yun Mian felt a little uncomfortable when he thought that his grandma had specially reserved the chicken for himself.
"Who said we have no meat to eat? Chicken butts are not meat, and chicken offal is not meat! Your grandfather and father like to eat chicken butts and chicken offal, not chicken."
Mei Cuiping secretly winked at her husband and son.
