Back to 90: I made a fortune by pulling goose feathers!

Chapter 15

"What are you talking about? I saw the three of you mothers talking and laughing from a distance."

Ning Jianjun came back now, holding a few cucumbers in his hand.

With a lollipop in her mouth, Qin Meiqin smiled and said, "Mengmeng gave us candy!"

"Candy? There are all of them! Then why is there no father?"

Ning Jianjun looked at his daughter.

Alas, my daughter is getting older, so she won't be with her father anymore.

Ning Meng curled her lips and snorted, "My mother helped me stew the goose, I will definitely reward my mother!"

"You girl, your father killed that goose!"

Ning Jianjun retorted.

Qin Meiqin walked up to Ning Jianjun angrily, and said angrily, "How old are you, you're still arguing with your child!"

With that said, Qin Meiqin stuffed the lollipop in her mouth directly into Ning Jianjun's mouth.

Ning Jianjun was just teasing the children, but he didn't expect his wife to take it seriously, so he hurriedly took out the candy.

Qin Meiqin said with a look of disgust: "You eat it! I won't eat your leftovers."

"Then let me eat what's left of you!"

Ning Jianjun couldn't laugh or cry.

Qin Meiqin gave him a blank look: "Why? Let you eat my leftovers, did you feel wronged?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Jianjun immediately relented: "I am not wronged or wronged, thank you, my wife, for giving me sweets."

"Virtue!"

Qin Meiqin was amused.

Ning Meng looked at her father with a lollipop in his mouth, smiling at the figure behind him, feeling a little complicated.

When I got older, my father always said that he didn't like to eat sweets, and he didn't like to eat fruits. How did I do it at that time?

It's really like a father who doesn't like to eat.

But the father in my memory obviously ate fruit.

Although the family will not buy expensive fruits, but when the season comes, my father will buy watermelons and muskmelons.

Especially cantaloupe, my father will pick it.

The whole family is not as good as my father in picking melons, which are both noodle and sweet.

If you really don't like to eat, how can you be so picky?
It should be... not willing to eat it!

Ning Meng lowered her eyes, hiding the pain and regret in her eyes.

Why didn't she think of this in her previous life?
At this moment, there was an extra bag in front of him, which was the crispy noodles that Ning Ning ate.

Looking up at the little guy standing beside her, Ning Meng was puzzled.

Ning Ning said with a stern face, "Sister, eat crispy noodles."

"My sister won't eat it, you can eat it!"

Ning Meng felt warm in her heart: "Sister, I want to save my stomach for goose meat."

"I, I want to save my stomach to eat goose meat!"

Ning Ning withdrew her hand angrily, twisted the bag of crispy noodles a few times, and then sent it back to the house.

Ning Meng was amused and did not stop him.

Roasting goose is a time-consuming process. It takes a while to turn the goose in the pot so that it can taste better.

Fortunately, there is still some time before lunch.

Ning Meng was chopping water plants while looking at the braised goose pot.

Qu Daguan didn't come today, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

But he didn't come every day, so the four members of the Ning family didn't take it seriously.

There is an extra dish of cucumber on the lunch table.

The staple food is biscuits.

The porridge cooked in the morning was also served on the table.

This time, Ning Ning didn't run away when she saw the big porridge like yesterday, but obediently sat beside the small table, looking eagerly at the braised pot not far away.

This morning, the smell of stewed goose wafted out, not to mention the child Ning Ning, even Ning Jianjun would come to take a look when he passed by.

Lunch was a little later than usual, but no one thought much of it.

Sometimes a goose gets lost or gets sick, and the family may not even remember to eat when the family is busy.

Ning Meng washed her hands, took out the marinated goose, put it on the cutting board, and began to tear the goose with her bare hands.

The torn goose is placed in a basin and brought to the table.

"Ning Ning, eat!"

Ning Meng put a goose leg in the bowl in front of her younger brother.

He picked up another goose leg and put it in Qin Meiqin's bowl.

Qin Meiqin saw it and became anxious: "Mom doesn't like to eat goose legs, but likes to eat goose wings. Here are the goose legs for you."

Goose legs have more meat and less wings.

It's like eating fish and don't like to eat fish meat, but like to eat fish heads. Most parents in this era will use such reasons to fool their children at home.

If it was Ning Meng in her previous life, she would have believed it, and she would have believed it for decades.

But now, she naturally wouldn't believe it.

"Mom, you can eat it if I give it to you. The meat on the goose wings is all live meat, so I won't give it to you!"

Ning Meng snorted, picked up another piece of goose breast and put it in her father's bowl: "Dad, you eat this piece, it's all meat."

Ning Jianjun wanted to say that he could just eat his own neck, but it can be seen that even his wife was beaten by her, so he didn't refuse.

It's just that I tore the goose breast in half, and put half of it in my daughter-in-law's bowl: "Eat more, today's goose is made by my daughter herself."

The implication: if it tastes bad, you have to finish it, don't hurt your child's self-esteem.

Qin Meiqin also understood what her husband meant, so she didn't refuse.

I just thought that if it didn't taste good, I would really eat more.

But when the whole family ate goose meat, they realized that their previous worries were unnecessary.

The taste of braised goose is different from that of stewed goose. The white skin layer is moderately salty, and the goose meat under the skin is a bit milder, but it is still very fragrant.

"The stewing time is still not long enough, and the taste is not good."

Unlike the other three members of the family, Ning Meng was not satisfied with this attempt.

If it can be marinated for another hour or two, the taste of this goose should be even better.

Ning Jianjun smiled and said, "It's very good, better than your mother's stew."

In order to support his daughter, Ning Jianjun directly used his daughter-in-law's craftsmanship as a stepping stone without hesitation.

Qin Meiqin glared at Ning Jianjun, and then said to Ning Meng: "There's not enough time, but the taste is good. If you don't like it, just get some of that soup, and it's the same for dipping it in."

"Ah."

That's what Ning Meng meant too, she got up and scooped up a bowl of marinade and put it on the table.

There is a family on the left and right, not so particular, no one will dislike anyone after dipping in a bowl of marinade.

After a meal, a goose was completely eaten by the four of them.

Ning Ning was young and didn't have that much appetite, but she also ate a whole goose leg and two pieces of goose breast.

Ning Meng felt dissatisfied, so she ate less. After eating two wings, her mother forcefully grabbed a piece of goose meat, so she stopped eating.

Qin Meiqin ate a goose leg, plus the piece of meat Ning Jianjun gave, and gnawed the goose paw.

The rest all went into Ning Jianjun's stomach.

Goose is also meat. Although the oil and water are not as good as pork, it is also a rare improvement for them.

A family of four is full.

When Ning Meng was helping her mother clean up the dishes, she suddenly heard the other party ask: "Mengmeng, where is that bracelet of yours? Why didn't you suddenly see you wearing it?"

(End of this chapter)