I farmed and built a villa in ancient times

Chapter 167

Zhou Wanqiu touched the dried fish and bamboo shoots that were still a little wet and asked nonchalantly:
"Sister Chen Yu, do all the treasures and jade have to be taken out to dry? If not, they may become moldy."

"We have to get it out, we have to get it out." Baoyu almost forgot, and hurriedly stood up from the chair, went into the house and got a big dustpan, "Pour it all in here and dry it, and it will dry as soon as the wind blows."

"Baoyu, don't pour it down yet." Zhou Wanqiu took a wet handkerchief and wiped the big dustpan carefully.

Baoyu looked at her and smiled, "A girl like my sister is more careful than a rough guy like me. If it weren't for what my sister said just now, these dried fish might have eaten ashes."

Zhou Chenyu watched the two of them busy with this. Li Xiuju was the only one working in the kitchen. She washed her hands and walked in quietly to find something to do for herself.

Li Xiuju cut the peeled winter melon and put it into the bowl, "Why are you here? Have you brought back all those things from Baoyu?"

"Well, I got everything back," Zhou Chenyu nodded, and the light from the stove illuminated the smile on her face, "I didn't see you working alone in the kitchen without a helper. I’m coming over.”

Li Xiuju narrowed her eyes with a smile, took a chopstick, and fished out the chicken in the chicken soup. "Okay, I'll fish out the chicken soup later, and mom can stir-fry."

Li Xiuju took out the chicken, gizzards and other internal organs and put them all on the chopping board. She raised the kitchen knife and started to chop the chicken. The wooden table holding the chopping board was knocked around and moved.

Zhou Chenyu placed a stone on the corner of the table to stabilize it, took away the winter melon slices from the table, and threw the winter melon slices into the soup while the soup was still boiling. After rolling for a while, the white winter melon slices matured into transparent colors and sank in. Soup base.

She then fetched a soup basin, poured a pot of chicken soup into the soup basin, and carried it to the main room to cover it and keep it warm.

The chicken soup was poured out, and soon the bottom of the iron pot was burned dry by the hot fire.

Li Xiuju put her hand in the middle, checked the heat, scooped out a large spoonful of lard, added it to the pot while it was still hot, poured in the whole plate of chopped chicken and chicken offal, and stir-fried the bowl of cooked chicken blood. They were thrown in together in chunks.

Then add the three seasonings of minced ginger, scallions, a lot of perilla and oil and salt sauce one after another, stir-fry until the chicken is fried. No need to add additional water, cover the lid and simmer over medium heat for a while, the chicken will be mixed with the fragrance of perilla. Overflowed the kitchen.

"It's better to raise chicken at home. It's delicious when cut plain and fragrant when fried." Zhou Chenyu was a little hungry at first, but when he smelled the aroma, he was really greedy. He picked a piece of chicken gizzards and tasted it. It was fragrant and oily. It's still chewy, "Yeah, it's so fragrant, so delicious."

Li Xiuju looked at her satisfied expression and smiled, "Bring it out quickly."

"Hey, okay." Zhou Chenyu took the bowl out first and walked back to the kitchen smelling the aroma of chicken. He thought that after frying this dish, the meal would be ready soon. Unexpectedly, Li Xiuju washed the pot and started cooking again. Going to make another dish.

It turned out that during the time when he and Baoyu went into the mountains, Li Xiuju went to Zhou Huilan and bought some pieces of tofu and cooked them with the green cabbage she picked up.

"You guys just wait a minute, this dish will be ready soon." Li Xiuju put all the dishes next to the stove, put cold oil in the pot first, fried the white tofu cut into pieces until golden brown, and put it on a plate. , then saute the bottom of the pot with minced garlic and chili pepper foam, stir-fry the green cabbage until it is seven-cook, the oil will lock the green in the dish, and finally pour in the fried golden white tofu, and the last dish tonight is ready.

"Okay, I kept you waiting for a long time, now you can have dinner."

"Well, this smells delicious." Zhou Chenyu smelled it and helped take the dishes out.

Li Xiuju took off her apron, walked to the well, looked at the two children squatting and working in the distance, and shouted: "Late Qiu, Baoyu, stop working, wash your hands quickly, and go into the house to eat, otherwise the food will be eaten." It's cold." Zhou Wanqiu was stunned and stood up a little embarrassed. Baoyu took her hand and said, "Sister Wanqiu, aren't you hungry? Come on, let's go eat."

Baoyu took Wanqiu, who had washed her hands, into the house.

Zhou Chenyu added rice to each bowl, and Baoyu rubbed his hands and sat down, "After spending more than ten days eating dried vegetables and salted fish in the mountains, I can finally eat food at home again, haha."

Zhou Chenyu looked at the flesh on his cheeks and scolded him: "I haven't seen you lose weight either?"

Baoyu glared and curled his lips, "I run up and down the mountain every day, can't I eat more?"

As soon as Baoyu came back, the sister and brother started talking nonsense again. Li Xiuju smiled helplessly, changed the positions of the two plates of chicken, and placed them close to the child.

The chicken slaughtered tonight was fatter than the one eaten during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was divided into two large plates, both of which were still full.

Li Xiuju faced Zhou Wanqiu, who was at a loss what to do, and said, "Wan Qiu, don't be polite to my aunt. I've cooked a few dishes tonight. You can eat as much as you want."

"Yeah, okay." Zhou Wanqiu said in agreement, but his eyes were fixed on the plate closest to him. He only put some green onions and perilla on the edge, stuffed the rice into his mouth and chewed it. Suddenly There is one more big chicken drumstick in the bowl.

She raised her head in shock and looked at Li Xiuju, "Auntie, I can't have this. Let's give it to Sister Chen Yu and Baoyu."

Li Xiuju saw the panic in Zhou Wanqiu's eyes, and her heart felt like she was being pricked by needles, "Wan Qiu, this chicken leg has a lot of meat. If you are so seriously injured, you should replenish it more, so that your body can recover quickly."

Zhou Chenyu grabbed his beloved chicken feet, nodded and replied, "You can eat it, I don't like chicken legs."

"Baoyu, then..." Zhou Wanqiu faced Baoyu. Baoyu had just finished eating a piece of chicken and started to eat it, with a mouthful of grease. "Sister Wanqiu, you can eat it. Don't be polite to us."

Zhou Wanqiu looked at the big chicken drumsticks in the bowl and didn't know what to do with them. Tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at everyone helplessly, with a look of remorse on his face:
"How can I...how can I keep such a good thing to myself?"

Li Xiuju choked up and smiled, "Good boy, do you still remember that your uncle was seriously ill that year and our family couldn't open the pot, so you secretly brought some food from home to support our family. My mother-in-law has always remembered what you did. In my heart. You can’t eat meat at home, why don’t you eat more while you have meat now?”

"Auntie, I..." Zhou Wanqiu hesitated.

Li Xiuju looked at her and pretended to be a little displeased, "If you don't want to eat, don't think you don't want to eat because you think the food cooked by my aunt is not delicious."

"No, no." Zhou Wanqiu burst into tears, "That's not what Wan Qiu means."

Zhou Chenyu brushed away Zhou Wanqiu's tears, put it next to her ear, and said with a smile: "The dishes are almost cold, don't just talk, eat quickly."

Zhou Wanqiu looked at everyone in a daze, lowered his head and bit the chicken leg. Hot tears gradually blurred his vision, and the water drops kept falling down.

(End of this chapter)