Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 82 [Reward and more] I knew I wouldn't scold him
Lin Yulan didn't know anything about the heavy gift received by her family, and she was not polite at all to provoke Xiao Dongming, who was also acquainted.

In the future, brother-in-law will have to work honestly in her house, let alone brother-in-law's brother.

A brother-in-law belongs to a sister, and a brother belongs to everyone!
Putting a bowl filled with clean water by the side of the ditch, Lin Yulan waved her hand, "Send it to heaven!"

Xiao Dongming, who was cleaning the chicken's neck feathers, shook his hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "What's your name?"

"Little Fairy!"

"Pfft... what?"

"Whether you kill the chicken or not, what do you call me? Correct your attitude towards the relationship between men and women, don't casually strike up strange women, kill the chicken!"

"Okay, okay, kill, kill, kill, kill now..."

As soon as the imposing mandarin above his head rang out, Xiao Dongming immediately fell short, and the shadow of being reprimanded by the teacher in the depths of his soul made him admit cowardly immediately.

The place where the knife is going to be cut has been cleaned of feathers, and the slender and strong fingers are holding the wings of the chicken. With a thumb, the neck of the chicken is pressed against the back into an arch.

Lin Yulan couldn't wait to present the kitchen knife.

Because of not working hard, the hen with hemp feathers fluttered around for a while and became silent for three days, and gained the all-round experience of taking a boiled water bath without dead ends.

Lin Yulan stared at Xiao Dongming's swinging in the boiling water with the chicken head in his hands. His fingers, which were not doing farm work, were well-proportioned, clean and fair. It would be a pity not to play the piano.

Silently glanced at his slender but rough fingers, and admired them.

Boiled water is required to blanch the chicken feathers, and there is steaming heat in the basin. She was startled when she saw that hand twirled like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves to form a handful of chicken feathers.

Ruthless iron hand, aren't you afraid of being hot?
Out of the corner of Xiao Dongming's eyes, he glanced several times at the woman who was squatting next to her and enjoying watching him kill a chicken. That pretty face was extremely expressive.

He had a question [Have you never seen a chicken killed?] I wanted to ask but I didn't dare to ask.

Even if the family is so poor that you can tell it at a glance, it's not like you haven't seen a chicken killed at the age of eighteen or nineteen.
The main purpose of raising hens is to save eggs. For example, the old hen in his hand was eliminated. There is no need to raise hens if they just eat and don’t like to lay eggs.

With those millets, it is better to raise a few chickens.

Capons grow fast, and if they cannot be fed after two or three months, they can be caught and sold on fairs.

There are also people who buy pullets that have not yet started laying eggs to supplement the body of pregnant women in confinement.

This kind of old hen is generally reluctant to sell, because of its high nutrition, most of them are reserved for the whole family to nourish and nourish.

It was indeed Lin Yulan's first time watching chicken killing, seeing how he deftly disemboweled the chicken, cut the chicken intestines, turned the chicken gizzards, and tore the chicken's inner gold, she was extremely admirable.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are shining brightly, and the beautiful pink lips are pursing a cheerful arc, and they are graciously handing the knife and scissors to scoop hot water.

For no reason, Xiao Dongming felt that he was a little smug because he killed a chicken. Being appreciated so intently by a good-looking woman, the sense of accomplishment from the man rose.

Especially when chopping chicken nuggets, it's like a hand with a knife and a smooth flow of water.

"Hey, I want a whole chicken leg!"

"Okay. Like to hold up and eat, don't you?"

"Uh-huh!"

Fang Shuhui, who was sitting under the eaves and cutting pepper stalks, was very worried. There was no reason to ask customers to work...

She went to persuade her, but the young man was open-minded, and he just smiled at her, and he was very quick at picking chicken feathers.

"Hey~ Where are you going to take the chicken feathers, don't you spread them out and dry them?"

Lin Yulan, who was holding the chicken feathers and wanted to throw them into the trash basket, blinked, and immediately turned to the utility room to get a sieve and spread it out pretendingly.

Secretly let out a breath, almost revealing his secrets.

Although I don't know why the chicken feathers are drying, but there must be a reason for people asking this, so it is right to dry them.

"Yulan, come here and serve the fermented eggs to the guests~"

"Hey, here we come~"

Xiao Dongming secretly curled the corner of his mouth, so his name was Yulan, not a bad name.

Lin Yulan picked up the bowl filled with chicken blood and left, and walked into the kitchen excitedly, "Sister, why don't you make white-cut chicken, it's delicious with the most authentic ginger paste!"

For high-end ingredients such as free-range chickens from farms, you only need to keep the most natural taste of the food, and what you eat is delicious!
"This chicken is three years old. Do you think an old hen can make white-cut chicken? I'm afraid that your cheeks will hurt from chewing."

Lin Yuzhu smiled and handed her a pot of poached eggs stuffed with red dates wine, "Let's make soup, it's nutritious and delicious. It's a pity that there is no pork belly, and chicken with belly is more delicious."

"Say all the greedy things, I'm leaving!" Lin Yulan resentfully pulled a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and went out with her things.

I didn't know in advance that there would be guests at home, and I didn't prepare any special dishes, so I received a heavy gift.Lin Yuzhu rubbed her forehead, thinking about making the dishes as decent as possible.

The picked fresh vegetables are turned upside down and planted in the space.

Produced in space, in addition to better taste, there are also some inexplicable trace elements.

The effect is not the kind of immediate effect, it belongs to moistening things and nourishing the body slowly and silently, and the benefits can only be manifested after a long time, this is her previous life experience.

When cutting firewood in the mountains before, I dug up some medicinal herbs, and transplanted some medicinal seedlings to plant on the edge of the space.

Lin Yuzhu took out a small bundle of five-finger peaches from the cupboard, fetched water and rinsed them.

This kind of wild medicinal material is very common in the mountains. It can be used after digging out the roots and washing them, or they can be dried and stored.

The taste itself is slightly sweet, and there is a strong fragrance of coconut milk, which is perfect for soup.

Lin Yulan didn't stay outside much, and Fang Shuhui entertained the guests. She was used to helping out with trivial tasks while cooking.

Cooking rice, scooping rice, serving rice steamer, she has already done it with ease.The rice soup left over from cooking rice is very thick, and there are some broken rice grains. Let it cool down and take a sip, and your mouth will be full of rice fragrance.

It's just that there are not many opportunities to drink pure rice soup, and most of the time it has to be cooked with sweet potatoes.

After moving the stove and large casserole out, she began to make soup according to the steps Lin Yuzhu explained.

There is no technical content in this job, as long as the foam is skimmed off after boiling, the rest is to add firewood from time to time.

The old variety of cucumber with thick wrists has thick skin and flesh, and it is best to soak in pickled cucumbers.

As soon as the kimchi jar was opened, a sour smell that made people salivate involuntarily rushed to the nose. Lin Yulan reached out and grabbed a scallion.

Throw it into your mouth, crunch it, eat it, then take it out again, this time take out a piece of Jerusalem artichoke, throw it into your mouth sour that you squint your eyes.

After waiting for a mouthful, I grabbed a soaked yellow cucumber, put the wooden cover back, and pressed it on a stone.

"Would you like fried pork with chili today?" She craned her neck to look at Lin Yuzhu's hands while washing cucumbers.

I didn't expect that the fat meat that was still in my mouth yesterday, I saw it today.

I gave Xiao Dongming a thumbs up in my heart.

Really sensible!
I should have known better not to scold him!
The fat of this piece of meat is quite thick. According to the normal operation, it is either fried into oily residue, or fried into relatively dry pieces of meat to make twice-cooked pork.

In this way, a lot of lard can be put into the oil jar while eating pork.

There is not much lard at home. I guess today is lean meat fried with fresh peppers. It is salty, fresh, spicy and appetizing.

"I'm going to make braised pork." Lin Yuzhu said lightly, shaving the pig hair.

"Mother... Is braised pork the three words I deserve?" Lin Yulan was so moved.

She seemed to have no memory of the taste of braised pork.

Because people here eat chili as if they were playing for fun. After a meal is cooked, even the water for washing the pot is spicy.

The first time I saw the dish of stir-fried red peppers with green peppers, the shock was still fresh in my memory.

Braised pork is a dish that she dare not even think about, because she thinks she can eat half a pig with one bite!

(End of this chapter)