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Thinking of this, Mrs. Cui became excited.

Now that she looks at vegetables she doesn't recognize, she won't treat them as grass anymore.

And this dish looks completely different from grass.

Jiang Zhiluo explained with a smile: "Mother, this is xuelihong. It is an edible dish. The taste of this dish is very different from other dishes."

"Mainly, you can use the three-steaming and three-drying method to make prunes."

"I thought, we can set up a stall to make plum vegetable pot helmets, and we can also make mushroom pot helmets, fresh meat pot helmets and other foods. The pot helmets are not easy to be imitated."

Originally, she thought that making plum dried vegetables could also be used to make plum dried vegetables cakes.

But this method is similar to making pies. There is nothing new about it. If you want to have a good business, you still have to be different from other pies.

The pot helmet is fine, it is crispy and sweet, plus the taste of various fillings, there must be many people who like it.

Mrs. Cui's heart was sour, "You child, you can't rest when you are resting. All you think about is doing business."

Mrs. Cui felt that the child had paid too much for the family, so sincere.

Jiang Zhiluo frowned and smiled, the more money she earned, the more precious medicinal materials she could buy, and Cui Hejin's body could be completely cured.

In his last life, he would rather bear the infamy and risk his life to protect her, but in this life, she would treat him well.

"Mom, I think it's very meaningful to do these things, and I won't be tired."

Especially when she caught the pheasant and found Mei Cai, she was in a good mood.

If you feel that this day is rewarding, you will have a sense of fulfillment.

Besides, Mrs. Cui and Cui Hejin have taken good care of her these four days, and she is in good health, neither tired nor cold.

The water used for washing is all warm water, so after the body recovers, I immediately regain my strength and my spirit immediately recovers.

Cui Hejin looked at Jiang Zhiluo with a look of love and affection in her eyes.

Jiang Zhiluo didn't pay attention to this, she looked at Mei Cai, her mind was full of Mei Cai Guokui, it looked like the food stall was booming.

Thinking of these, she has strength.

Mrs. Cui rolled up her sleeves again and said: "Zhiluo, what are you going to do later, you tell mother, mother will do it."

"And this pheasant, why don't we stew it at night to nourish your body?"

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Well, it happens that there are mushrooms and pheasants. I was also thinking, let's make stewed chicken with mushrooms tonight."

Jiang Zhiluo felt that she was fine, mainly because she felt that the stewed pheasant and mushroom soup would be good for Mrs. Cui and Cui Hejin's health.

Mrs. Cui hasn't eaten stewed chicken for a long time. Thinking of the aroma of stewed chicken with mushrooms, she can't help but feel hungry.

"It just so happens that hot water is boiling in the pot, and mother is here to handle the chicken."

Jiang Zhiluo took a bowl and put a little salt in it.

In this way, the chicken blood can coagulate.

She said: "Mother, let the chicken blood out first, the chicken blood can also be used for cooking or soup."

Mrs. Cui has never killed a chicken to do this before.

But Mrs. Cui knew that her daughter-in-law knew a lot, so she did exactly what she said.

Cui Hejin was worried that Jiang Zhiluo would be afraid, so she walked over and said, "Let me come!"

As Cui Hejin said, he took a knife and cut off the chicken's neck very neatly.

As if the afterimage of the knife flashed, it was fine.

Jiang Zhiluo almost didn't come back to her senses. Seeing the chicken blood flow out, she hurriedly picked up a bowl to catch it.

After processing the chicken blood, Mrs. Cui began to scald the chicken feathers with hot water, and plucked the chicken feathers to start processing the chicken.

Jiang Zhiluo began to wash Xuelihong.

After washing Xue Lihong, let it dry in the yard first.

After washing, the snow was a little red, and more than half of the water in the water tank was used up at once.

Cui Hejin looked at it, and quietly carried a bucket with a pole to fetch water from the well in the village.

After Jiang Zhiluo finished washing the potherb, she began to wash the shiitake mushrooms.

After washing the shiitake mushrooms, Jiang Zhiluo washed the onion, ginger, star anise, pepper, red dates and other condiments, and chopped the onion and ginger in advance.

After everything was ready, she looked to see that Mrs. Cui hadn't finished handling the chicken yet.

She took out a small piece of old dough from the cabinet to make dough.

She scooped up a large basin of noodles and began to knead the noodles so that they would rise.

Post it like this overnight, and you can get up early tomorrow morning to make pot helmets.

You can make pot helmets stuffed with shiitake mushrooms.

After kneading the dough, cover the basin with a lid to make the dough.

Mrs. Cui has already processed the chicken by now.

Mrs. Cui was going to throw away those chicken feathers.

Jiang Zhiluo hurriedly said: "Mother, it's still useful to wash and dry chicken feathers."

"What's the use? Is it used to ignite the fire when it's burning?"

Jiang Zhiluo patiently explained: "Mother, chicken feathers can be used to make mattresses, and it's very warm when it's cold."

Jiang Zhiluo told her natal parents before, but she forgot to mention it to Mrs. Cui as well.

Although Mrs. Cui was puzzled, she believed Zhiluo's words, so she didn't throw it away, but put it aside, thinking about washing it after eating.

Then, she carried the processed chicken into the house, and then cut the chicken into large pieces.

After cutting, she looked at Jiang Zhiluo and asked, "Zhiluo, can we just put it in the pot and add water to stew?"

Jiang Zhiluo shook her head and said, "Mother, it tastes very ordinary when you make it like that, you have to blanch it first."

Mrs. Cui still doesn't quite understand what it means to boil water.

Jiang Zhiluo said patiently: "Mother, add cold water to the pot first."

"it is good."

Mrs. Cui scooped some water from the jar with a ladle and poured it into the cauldron.

Jiang Zhiluo then put the cut chicken pieces in, then put the sliced ​​green onion and ginger, and added a little rice wine.

There is no such seasoning as cooking wine in this era, so she can only use rice wine for seasoning.

Of course, I bought the most common rice wine in the market, which was cheaper.

Although the wine is rough, it is not used for drinking, and it has the same effect as cooking to season and remove fishy smell.

After that, the fire is turned on, and after the water is boiled, the blood foam of the chicken nuggets is forced out.

Then take the chicken pieces out and put them in the basin first.

Then brush the pot clean, restart the pot, put the blanched chicken pieces, add all the seasonings, rice wine, soybean soy sauce, red dates and other things.

It has to be said that in this era, people used soybeans to make soybean soy sauce, and ordinary people like to add some soybean soy sauce to cooking.

Add shiitake mushrooms and pour water over the chicken pieces.

There is no doubt that Jiang Zhiluo also added spiritual spring water to the water.

The soup stewed in this way is fresh, delicious and nutritious.

Mrs. Cui looked at it in a daze, it turned out that there are so many things to put in to make a stewed chicken.

Before Mrs. Cui stewed something or stewed a soup, she would only add some salt.

I don't even know what blanching is for.

"Zhiluo, is it okay to light the fire like this?"

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Mother, first bring it to a boil on high heat, then turn to low heat to simmer, so that the flavor will come out."

Mrs. Cui nodded and said: "It's enough to pull the fan with a high fire, and you don't need a fan if you turn to a low fire."

Pulling the fan to burn firewood, the flame at the stove burns very hot, it is a big fire.

Without a fan, the flame is much smaller.

Since there is a fan, it is much more convenient to control the flame.

In the past, Jiang Zhiluo said that the fire was a big fire, but she could only use an iron rod to pull the firewood on the stove and control the flame.

After the fire was on and the lid was steaming, Madam Cui could really smell the aroma.

A strong and fresh fragrance poured into the tip of the nose, which immediately aroused people's appetite.

"It's so delicious!"