Seeing their daughter carrying such beautiful dishes, Zhou Ling's parents were startled. They could no longer stand still and almost knelt down. They weakly asked their daughter: "Which god is this being paid to? Is it better than the rich man's home sculpture?"
The jade lion is quite beautiful.”
Zhou Guojiang came up, took his parents and said to them: "This is to pay homage to the female Bodhisattva who taught my sister and brother to write here." Mrs. Feng was walking upstairs with her pregnant belly. She heard their conversation and let out a puff.
She laughed out loud. She felt very sweet in her heart. It was just to teach her how to read by teaching her recipes. The whole family actually regarded her as a Bodhisattva and were grateful.
Hearing the sound, the two old men looked up and saw a woman with a gorgeous dress and a big belly standing upstairs. Thinking that what their son said was true, they knelt down. Zhou Guojiang led them and said, "She is
I can fuck my sister if I am recognized by my sister.”
Only then did the two elders understand, and they hurriedly expressed their thanks. Zhou Ling then brought the dishes up and sent them to her room. She tasted them over and over with joy, and found that all kinds of flavors were in them: sweet but spicy, spicy at the same time.
Fragrant, fresh in the fragrance, sour in the fresh, salty in the sour, sweet in the salty... It's simply wonderful.
Mrs. Feng Er took Zhou Ling's hand while eating and said: "Sister, I really envy your family, they are so happy."
Zhou Ling lowered his head and said, "Sister is joking. Our family is poor and it is hard to have enough to eat. My younger brother can't afford to read. Thanks to my sister's help, things have changed."
The two of them chatted without saying a word. When they were clearing away the dishes, Zhou Ling said to her: "My parents brought some vegetables from home and insisted on giving them to you. They are just ordinary country dishes. I will cook one."
, I hope sister won’t dislike it.”
Coming here in such a hurry, you still remember to bring something for me, which shows your affection. Second Mrs. Feng said hurriedly: "The ancients said that sending goose feathers thousands of miles away is a light gift, but the gift is heavy on affection. What's more, the gift from my sister's family is to nourish the body, and the gift is heavy on affection.
It’s even heavier, and with my sister’s craftsmanship, this gift is really too heavy.”
Mrs. Feng Er taught her how to read, which was a favor. After Zhou Ling settled his family in, he looked at the ingredients brought by his family and thought about how to cook the chicken. The chicken was already cooked, so he had to change it. Shopkeeper Sun gave some advice.
Said: "Master teaches you a dish of tea-flavored chicken, you might as well give it a try."
Tea-flavored chicken? Zhou Ling started making it according to the instructions of the master. Slaughter and clean the young rooster, remove the internal organs, rinse the blood, put it into a pot, add water, add refined salt, star anise, three-leaf pepper, fennel, Sichuan pepper, and white marinade and bring to a boil.
When cooked, take out and pat dry. Take an iron pot, put tea leaves and ground peanut shells in the bottom, top
Place a wire mesh rack, place the pot on a high fire and bake until the smoke begins. Place the chicken on the wire mesh, cover it and smoke it. Pay attention to turning it in time during the smoking process. When the chicken is smoked until the color is bright and the butter is bright, take it out and chop it.
Cut into finger-long and finger-thick strips, put on a plate and arrange into whole chicken, drizzle with sesame oil and white marinade.
"Jiangchengzi Tea Chicken"
The rooster is slaughtered and washed, the internal organs are removed, and the blood is rinsed with water. The octagonal anise and white salt are boiled until cooked. The tea leaves and peanut shells are roasted over fire, and the smoke rises. The chicken is put into a net.
Flip during the smoking process. When the color is golden, it can be taken out. Cut into pieces as wide as a finger. Place into a plate and form into a whole chicken dish. Drizzle with some sesame oil.
When the chicken with golden color and rich tea aroma was placed in front of Mrs. Feng, she exclaimed: "This is made from the chicken at my sister's house? I was drunk just by looking at the shape and smelling the smell."
After saying that, I couldn't wait to taste one. I felt that the chicken was tender, refreshing and a rare delicacy.
After eating a few mouthfuls, he smiled sheepishly and said to Zhou Ling: "Look, my sister is also confused. My uncle and aunt have just arrived here, so I have to let them taste it first. I can't eat more in my body now, and my sister is still confused."
Bring it to your house to eat together."
After saying that, he took out a small plate, separated a portion and kept it, then handed the big plate to her and asked her to take it.
When her parents saw the chicken, it was countless times more beautiful than the ones cooked at home, and they said in disbelief: "Daughter, is this really what you cooked?"
After hearing the affirmative reply, he clasped his hands and bowed several times to the house where Mrs. Feng lived, saying, "I wish the female Bodhisattva all the best and a safe life."
Mrs. Feng saw their actions through the window and heard their voices expressing gratitude to her, which made her feel warm in her heart.
Zhou Ling's family is very diligent and takes good care of the two ladies. It's New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye, and they have a dinner at Shiyuelou. The second Mrs. Feng is pregnant, heavy and can't eat well, so Zhou Lingte made a meal for her.
Xianju tofu. The method is to use mountain cabbage hearts, tear them into palm-sized pieces, wash and drain.
Pour boiling water for a while and put it into a plate. Steam the tofu and cut it into finger-length and thick slices with a knife, and put them in the same plate. Put cooked lard in the wok and heat until 50% to 60% hot. Add green onions and minced ginger.
Fry until fragrant, add milk soup, refined salt, vegetables and tofu, bring to a boil, skim off the foam, add MSG, pour chicken oil and serve.
"Partridge Sky·Xianju Tofu"
Select the heart of mountain cabbage and tear it into palm-sized pieces. Pour boiling water into a plate, steam the tofu and cut into slices. Heat 60% of the cooked lard and stir-fry the green onion and ginger until fragrant. Add the tofu in milk soup,
Pour the chicken fat into a basin.
Although the ingredients are simple, the shape of the dish is very beautiful. To prevent her from feeling lonely, Zhou Ling stayed with her and fed her. The soup was cooked to a milky white color, the tofu was soft and smooth, the cabbage was fresh and tender, and the taste was light and refreshing.
. Although Mrs. Feng was weak, she ate very happily.
Outside the window, the sound of firecrackers came. Suddenly, a firecracker was shot from outside the window. It made a loud noise and exploded. Mrs. Feng was startled, with a painful expression on her face and her hands covering her stomach.
, moaning constantly. When I looked closely, I could see redness underneath my body.
No, Mrs. Feng was frightened by the firecrackers and gave birth ahead of schedule. Zhou Ling ran over to tell everyone, three steps at a time. Zhou Guojiang immediately put down his job and ran to the doctor's house. Just in case, this route
Zhou Guojiang had walked through it several times in the past few days, and he was familiar with the roads.
During the Chinese New Year, there was enough hot water under the stove, but the Wen woman who delivered the baby had gone back to celebrate the New Year. Several people were looking for her in Pantan, but they couldn't find anyone. Seeing that Mrs. Feng's crotch was still bleeding, she waited a little longer.
If it goes down, there will be one corpse and two lives. Zhou Ling's mother gritted her teeth and said to her daughter: "I have seen how others deliver babies. You ask the two female companions to help, and I will do it, mother."
At the boundary between life and death, the decision between life and death and the protection of the child and the child have to be made by the pregnant woman's relatives. But, alas, Zhou Ling sighed, it doesn't matter, the only one closest to her here is herself, and she has to bear the burden of the huge burden.
It's your responsibility, just do it. She said to her mother: "If there is any danger, please protect her. I will make the decision for my sister."
I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard the sound of babies crying from inside. Zhou Ling’s mother came out with two baby girls in her arms and said anxiously to everyone: “I delivered the babies, but the mother fainted and didn’t know what to do.
Okay, where is the doctor? Has my Zhou Guojiang hired a doctor?"