Spring is coming

Chapter 10 Mushroom Chicken Soup

"No, it won't work!" She waved her hands and backed away as if she was frightened, while refusing, "Brother Bo, I will bring you food and you give me the money for the food. This is what I should do. I will accept it!" Ducks can’t.”

Bo Qingshan thought to himself, isn't it just how much a few chickens and ducks are worth?As for such a big reaction?

He deliberately raised his eyebrows to scare her and said, "You really don't want to?"

Mo Jingchun thought of stir-fried diced chicken, braised local chicken, and old duck soup. Water secreted from the base of his tongue, but he still shook his head firmly: "I made money and bought it myself."

Well, doormats still have a lot of backbone.

Bo Qingshan doesn't care whether she accepts him or not. If he doesn't accept it, forget it. What's the use of his good intentions if others don't accept them?

He took out his purse, which contained the coins he had specially asked Hang Sheng to change in the afternoon, and handed it to her: "Then you have to accept the meal money, right?"

Mo Jingchun reached out and touched it, and after confirming that it was not too much, he accepted it with peace of mind.

She clutched her purse and smiled brightly: "Brother Bo, when will you hire a cook? Do you want to deliver food tomorrow?"

Okay, now that I see money again, this woman is really weird.

Bo Qingshan was angry and funny, and asked her: "Aren't you going to town tomorrow?"

Only then did Mo Jingchun react: "I forgot."

"It's okay. I'll let you know when I find a suitable cook." Bo Qingshan blinked, "I'll give you sixty cents for two meals a day, one meat and one vegetable for each meal. It's up to you what to cook. Except for what I have left, you can eat it yourself, and the little girl should eat more good things, do you understand?"

He can't eat pancakes every day if he doesn't choose.

Mo Jingchun had no choice but to follow his words. Who would let someone be their employer?

For a moment, I couldn't help but wonder, what is the origin of Bo Qingshan?
In his previous life, he had lived in Mojia Village for so long, and no family members came to look for him. He was so generous to a villager who was a stranger to him. I am afraid he was not from the county, but a wealthy family in the county who was not familiar with the world.

She believed that a person should repay kindness, so she reminded Bo Qingshan righteously: "Brother Bo, you'd better not be like this. There are good people and bad people in the village."

She had a tangled look on her face, and Bo Qingshan was overjoyed when he heard this: Did this bun treat him as a silly roe deer who was kind and helpful?Didn't she see that apart from saying a few words to her, no one else paid attention to her?
"So are you a good person? Or a bad person?"

Mo Jingchun thought for a moment and said, "You must be a good person."

"Yes, your brother Bo still has the ability to distinguish right from wrong. Don't worry, girl." He laughed and shook his head, letting her leave.

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Mo Jingchun left sadly.

As I walked, I was still thinking, it's a good thing I met her. Who else could have deceived her?

After delivering the meal, she stopped by to ask Mrs. Liu if she was going to town tomorrow when she was walking back. She learned that Mo Tongming had been resting because of pain in his waist and legs these past few days, so she didn't say her request.

When parting, Mrs. Liu stuffed her with another handful of food.

She refused repeatedly: "I really don't want it, Aunt Ming, we grow our own vegetables!"

While pushing, she saw a broiler chicken that Mr. Liu had slaughtered in order to replenish Mo Tongming's body. The chicken bones were removed and thrown aside, and the meat was already stewed in the pot.

She was anxious and asked, "Aunt, do you still have any use for these bones?"

Mrs. Liu took a look and said, "No, the meat has been pulled clean. Your uncle doesn't like to scratch the bones."

She pointed at that one and said, "Then give me the chicken bones. I'll take them back to make soup for grandma. I don't want these vegetables."

Mrs. Liu couldn't do anything to her, so she mumbled and packed up the chicken bones and gave them to her: "You kid, you haven't even eaten the bones and meat. What are you going to eat? If you want to eat chicken, tell your aunt. She'll put it in the pot later." Okay, I'll bring you a bowl." Mo Jingchun pursed his lips and smiled: "No, you and uncle can eat it by yourself. Grandma will tell me if she finds out. These bones can also be used to make soup, and they also have a meaty taste. .”

Ms. Liu had no choice but to let her go, and warned her by the way: "I will ask your uncle to call you in advance when I go back to town. You can see if you want one."

"okay."

She returned to Mo's house and happily cleaned the chicken rack, thinking that she could have chicken soup by setting it on fire and waiting for her grandma and uncle to come back.

She chopped the bones into small pieces and found that there was still some meat attached to the bones, thinking that she would be able to eat some of the meat later.

Then I found some mushrooms that were dried in the sun last year, took two or three stalks, washed them, soaked them in water, waited for them to soak a little, then cut them into small pieces and threw them in to make soup.

While waiting, she cut out the green onions and ginger, blanched the chicken and took it out, then changed the water to the pot again, added everything just now, and used wine to remove the smell.

After the fire is boiled, reduce the heat to a simmer and put it on the stove to simmer slowly.

As soon as Mrs. Gao came back, she smelled the aroma of meat in the air, and she was still thinking about how Mrs. Zhou was willing to kill chickens and eat them today?

He saw Mo Jingchun coming out of the kitchen with a bowl in his hand.

She was very surprised: "Chun'er? Are you in the kitchen?"

Mo Jingchun nodded with a smile on his face: "Grandma, Aunt Ming's family eats chicken. I thought I could use the chicken bones to make soup, so I brought them back. Let's have a try."

Mo Qinglin was the happiest: "Let me try it!"

Gao took the bowl and saw that the soup was clear and slightly yellow in color, with a light layer of fat floating on it. Although the chicken rack inside had no meat, it was very fragrant when the bones were crunched, not to mention the addition of mushrooms, which made the taste even more delicious. fragrant.

She couldn't help but take a sip.

Hot, but stomach-warming.

Mrs. Gao couldn't help but praise her: "Chun'er is really becoming more and more capable. I don't think anyone would say that our Chun'er is just a porcelain doll."

Mo Jingchun was born with a frailty when she was a child, which was a weakness brought from her mother's womb. Mo Changlin always asked the village doctor. Every time she came and went, the news about her poor health spread, and they said she was a porcelain doll.

Mo Jingchun saw that they were drinking happily, so he also filled a bowl. The three of them sat in the small courtyard drinking soup and chatting.

In the end, there were quite a few left. Mo Jingchun packed them up, stored them in earthen jars, and discussed with Mrs. Gao: "Grandma, you can cook rice with chicken soup tomorrow."

Gao's mouth watered just thinking about it, but she was an elder and couldn't show it in front of the younger ones, so she nodded patiently.

Mo Qinglin waited for Mrs. Gao to sleep and sneaked over and said to Mo Jingchun, "Don't you want to go to town? I know the hall sister-in-law and the others are going too. I'll tell Mo Ying for you tomorrow!"

Li also wanted to go to Jishang to buy some things, and she took Mo Ying there with her. When she just came back from the fields, she ran into them, and Mo Qinglin was the one who knew about it.

Mo Jingchun thought about it, if Mo Ying was going, then Mo Yu and Mo Qing, the children of Yao family, would probably go too. She didn't really want to go with these two people.
Moreover, can the donkey cart accommodate people?

Seeing her expression of embarrassment, Mo Qinglin advised her: "Oh, just go with them. Since Mo Ying is here, just don't talk to Mo Yu and the others."

Mo Jingchun thought about the bottom of the bottle, and reluctantly agreed.

Mo Qinglin suddenly became happy: "Then, bring me some candies, if you want the sweet ones."

Mo Jingchun held her purse and firmly rejected him: "No."

(End of this chapter)