Dressed as the evil daughter-in-law of a peasant family, the general becomes the darling of her hand

Chapter 12

Fang Qingrou didn't expect Mrs. Song to be so excited, but after thinking about it, it was reasonable.

Ancient times are no better than modern times. No matter where you go, you only need to leave a contact information and you will be able to find it. If Hanwa is really still alive and comes back to find the house empty, even if he learns from his neighbors that his family is still alive, it will not be the same. Finding a needle in a haystack makes no difference.

Mrs. Song shed tears and repeated words like "I won't move, I want to wait for the silly baby". Fang Qingrou was also infected by her emotions, and her eyes became moist.

Old Man Song sighed, "Xiaorou, don't blame your mother for being excited. It's just that we can't move now. We all want to wait for Silly Baby."

He looked at the ignorant little Brother Quan, "If you want to move to the town, can you take Brother Quan with you? He is still young, and we don't want him to have a bad life. We, the old couple, stay here." Wait for his father to come back."

Fang Qingrou suppressed her tears and smiled slightly, "Dad, Mom said she won't move, so I won't move either. We are a family now and can't be separated wherever we go. I'll wait for you silly boy together. Good luck will come." Heavenly Minister, he must be fine!"

Mrs. Song sighed heavily, saying that she was not moved would definitely be a lie.

Logically speaking, if Fang Qingrou did not marry Hanwa, she would not be considered the daughter-in-law of the Song family. However, on the one hand, the old couple felt that they had spent money and were reluctant to let her go. On the other hand, they had preconceived notions that She should be Hanwa's wife, and she is not willing to let her have contact with other men.After all, people are selfish.

Knowing the old couple's thoughts, Fang Qingrou no longer thought about moving. She helped Cui Yun completely smooth out Baiweizhai's storytelling project, and she began to study new things.

Fang Qingrou went to the town and bought many kinds of spices and two chickens. All in all, she spent less than one tael of silver.

When she got home, she got a stone mortar and grinded the spices according to her idea.

"Xiaorou, what are you doing?" Even though Mrs. Song had been cooking for a lifetime, she still didn't understand what she was going to do.

“Mom, have you ever heard of Orleans Roast Chicken?”

"What good?"

Fang Qingrou smiled and repeated "Orleans!"

"I've never heard of it. Is it a personal name?"

"Mom, just think this is the name of the dish." She poured the powder from the stone mortar into the bowl. "Actually, I'm not sure I can make this dish. I just wanted to give it a try in case it works. Woolen cloth!"

In fact, she didn't cook much in modern times. She just followed the recipes she found online on a whim, which was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and her performance was extremely unstable.Coming here, there are no recipes and various electrical appliances, which is really difficult.

She added some water to the ingredients, mixed it well, dipped a chopstick into her mouth and tasted it. Not to mention, it tasted quite like that!

Now that the marinade problem is solved, the biggest problem is the baking step. How to solve it!
At this time, Mr. Song came into the house holding Brother Quan on his neck. Brother Quan happily shook his head and shouted, "Shake it, shake it, shake it to Grandma's Bridge~"

shake?
Fang Qingrou's mind suddenly thought that the vendor who bought Orleans roast chicken legs at the market in her previous life used an electric rotary machine to roast the chicken. So she didn't have an electric one, so why not use a manual one?
Thinking of this, she got up, took some firewood, piled it in the yard, and then dug Y-shaped wooden sticks into the ground on both sides of the firewood pile to make supports.

When everything was ready, she returned to the house and marinated the chicken in the ingredients.

"What are you doing?" Old Man Song didn't dare to disturb Fang Qingrou, so he had to ask Old Mrs. Song.

Old Mrs. Song hesitated and muttered "Liang" several times. Old Man Song closed his eyes in disgust, "You are just a stick!"

About half an hour later, Fang Qingrou took out the chicken, inserted the cleaned wooden sticks from the buttocks of the chicken, and then stringed them out from the head of the chicken. She took it outside to light the firewood pile and set it on the fire. Bake, turning as you bake, the aroma will come out after a while.

Brother Quan squatted next to Fang Qingrou, mouthing greedily, and kept asking if you were okay.

Fang Qingrou pointed at one of the chicken thighs, "Brother Quan, did you see that? That chicken thigh is yours." Brother Quan opened his mouth wide and his saliva almost flowed out, "Really?"

"real."

The couple was sharing the chicken with their mouths, and the overbearing fragrance drifted into Wang Qiang's house next door, attracting Wang Qiang and his wife.

Wang Qiang was so excited by the scent that he felt greedy. Normally, he could go to the mountains to hunt rabbits to satisfy his cravings. However, in this winter, the mountain roads were difficult to walk, and Hanwa disappeared after going up the mountain, so he didn't dare to Up the mountain.

He hasn't eaten meat for a long time.

Wang Qiang ignored Shen Guilan's murderous gaze, walked to the fence, stepped on his feet and looked at Fang Qingrou, "Little Roumei, what are you making that tastes so delicious?"

Fang Qingrou sneered. She had not forgotten that bitch snatching her son's snacks, so she deliberately said, "I went to town to buy a chicken during the day. Why don't you bake it to replenish your parents' health?"

Wang Qiang swallowed greedily, "Oh, your craftsmanship is really good, it smells so good."

"Yes, it tastes really good. If you take one bite of this, your mouth will be filled with oil because of its delicious taste!"

Hearing Fang Qingrou describe it like this, Wang Qiang almost lost his temper.

"In a while, there will be two chicken legs, one for my father and one for brother Quan. My mother and I will each have a chicken wing, and then we will share a portion of the meat from the chicken. It is so satisfying."

Brother Quan turned around and saw Wang Qiang staring straight at the chicken and making swallowing movements. He immediately asked, "Uncle Wang Qiang, are you not hungry anymore?"

Wang Qiang's eyes lit up, "It smells so good, your uncle and I are so greedy."

"Oh." Brother Quan said seriously, "Then you can ask your aunt to bake one for you."

Wang Qiang paused, thinking that when he heard that he was greedy, Fang Qingrou would give in to him symbolically and let him do the same, but he never thought that this little girl would not talk to each other at all, and what was even more annoying was that the little bastard was still Talk sarcastically!If he has chickens at home, why would he be greedy for other people’s chickens?

Shen Guilan, seeing how embarrassed her husband was, rushed forward and was almost knocked down by the ice in the yard. She stumbled to Wang Qiang and gave her a hard blow: "Go home quickly. What are you looking at?" , what if you don’t have anything to eat at home! Are you starving to death?”

Wang Qiang was beaten so badly that he walked forward with his teeth bared and reluctantly muttered, "When will this day end? I also want to eat meat."

Then Shen Guilan's voice sounded again, "It's not that you're incompetent! You deserve not to be able to eat meat!"

Brother Quan raised his little face and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with Uncle Wang Qiang and the others?"

"I guess it was because your uncle Wang Qiang was scratching his body, and your aunt's hand was itching just in time, so the two of them went home to eat shredded pork."

As Fang Qingrou kept spinning, the skin of the roast chicken gradually made a sizzling sound. She thought it would turn black, but she didn't expect that the appearance was still very attractive.

Fang Qingrou was overjoyed. Seeing that it was almost done, she took the chicken skewers off the fire and quickly brought them into the house, giving them to Mrs. Song to tear open.

He went to put out the fire in the yard.

After everything was put away, the four people sat around the Kang table. Fang Qingrou first gave each of them a chopstick. After seeing them eat, Fang Qingrou asked anxiously, "How is it?"

Several people had different expressions. Old Man Song looked at Shang Qingrou's expectant eyes and said, "Well... how should I put it?"

(End of this chapter)