Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 24

Dong Qingfeng turned around holding Ping'er and was about to go back to the house. At this moment, a thick and strong body carrying a hoe walked to the door of Dong's courtyard.

Dong Yongfeng, who was carrying a hoe, raised his eyelids and glanced at Dong Qingfeng standing at the door, without any expression on his face.

"Brother! I'm back!" It was Dong Qingfeng who shouted and stopped Dong Yongfeng who didn't stop for a moment.

"En!" Dong Yongfeng hummed lightly with his nose, which was his answer.

"Let's sit in the room!" Dong Qingfeng warmly invited, wanting him to come in and sit in the room together.

"No!" Dong Yongfeng said lightly, and walked away with the hoe on his shoulder.

"Little uncle! I'm going to play with Yueya'er!"

Ping'er, who was held in Qingfeng's arms, struggled to get down to find his little friend.

Dong Qingfeng put Ping'er down, only to find a big swelling on the back of his head, "Does it hurt here?"

Dong Qingfeng gently rubbed the big bump on the back of Ping'er's head, which probably happened when Xu Meijiao pushed and shoved him in the morning, and hit him on the ground.

This Xu Meijiao really went too far, she actually started to attack Ping'er. When the elder sister Cuilan was around, she always kept saying that Ping'er should be treated like a pearl like a treasure, and treat Ping'er as her own. It hurts like a child.

"It doesn't hurt!" Ping'er shook his head.

Seeing Ping'er running far away, Dong Qingfeng was filled with guilt. He lost his parents at such a young age, followed him with nothing to eat, nothing to wear, and Xu Meijiao's bullying , I just feel sorry for him, a little doll who doesn't know anything, and is still happy all day long.

In the kitchen, Meng Kejun picked up the big fat pheasant that had been scalded in the pot and put it on the cutting board. Several large soil bowls had been placed on the stove, and he picked up the machete and chopped it off.

As soon as the knife was chopped off, Dong Qingfeng came in. He looked at Meng Kejun who was busy chopping chickens and adding firewood to watch the fire, and his heart warmed. This family really needs a capable woman like her to run the house inside and out. .

"What are you doing standing here? Hurry up and go inside! Everyone is waiting for you!"

Meng Kejun, who was busy chopping chicken, caught a glimpse of Dong Qingfeng standing at the door of the kitchen, and urged him to hurry into the house.

"Let me do this work!"

Dong Qingfeng quickly rolled up his sleeves, wanting to take the machete from Meng Kejun's hand.

"Don't come here! This kitchen is not a place for you men to stay. Besides, you don't know how to chop my chicken, so don't ruin my good idea!"

Meng Kejun quickly hid the knife behind his back, and pushed Dong Qingfeng who was walking towards him with the back of his other hand.

"Then I won't bother you anymore!" Hearing what Meng Kejun said, Dong Qingfeng had no choice but to give up, then turned and entered the room.

The machete neatly chopped off the chicken head, chicken feet, and chicken wings, and then chopped the chicken into two from the middle.

This pheasant weighs five or six catties, and there is a lot of chicken fat in the chicken belly. Meng Kejun peeled off all the chicken fat and put it in an earthen bowl.

Then the chicken breast and chicken legs were all cut off with a sharp knife, and served in another earthen bowl.

Finally, chop off all the remaining chicken bones, throw some of them into the pot together with the chicken head, feet, and wings, add water and cover the pot, then go to the stove and use tongs to burn the firewood inside I picked two out, and this chicken soup needs to be boiled slowly to taste.

Taking advantage of the time when the chicken soup was stewed in the pot, Meng Kejun took out part of the chicken from the earthen bowl, chopped it into small pieces and put it together with the remaining chicken bones. This bowl was intended to use the mushrooms picked this morning A stew.

There is also a part of the chicken that Meng Kejun plans to make scallion chicken. The chicken giblets are used for stir-frying, and the chicken oil is used for frying wild vegetables.

The rabbit meat in another basket, Mr. Meng Kejun, intends to make cold-eating rabbits, but there are not many spices and accessories in this house. I am afraid that the taste will not be so authentic when it is burned, but there is no way to do it.

Cold-eating rabbits are used with wine and rice, and can be used as snacks. These five or six catties of rabbits can be fried in several clay bowls.

Rabbit Meng Kejun chopped it into small pieces of one centimeter square, cut the dried chili into small pieces with scissors, and cut the ginger and garlic into slices for later use.

Thinking about it, Mr. Meng Ke is still not reconciled. It would be a pity if the taste of such good rabbit meat is not authentic. Since the Dong family is a hunter, they must have bought some spices to cook meat in the past.

Thinking about it, Meng Kejun went to the dilapidated cabinet and searched carefully, and finally found a small jar in an inconspicuous nook, which was actually filled with peppercorns and star anise.

After Meng Kejun cut and prepared all the ingredients, the chicken soup in the big pot was also stewed.

Put the fungus and chicken soup in the pot in a large soil bowl, then wash the pot and put oil in it, pour the chicken bone and chicken together into the pot and stir-fry, wait until the chicken changes color, then throw the chopped ginger and garlic After entering, I took another spoonful of green plum wine in a small bowl, and the kitchen was filled with fragrance.

This coincided with Qiaohui walking in from the outside.

"smell good!"

Qiaohui closed her eyes and sniffed vigorously, it really made her hungry just smelling it.

"I've washed all the dishes!"

Qiaohui put the vegetable basket by the stove, and impatiently picked up a spoon to scoop up a mouthful of cooked fungus chicken soup and put it into her mouth.

"Look at how greedy you are! If Xu Tianxiang of your family sees this, he will definitely regret marrying a delicious woman!"

While frying the chicken pieces in the pot, Meng Kejun still did not forget to tease Qiaohui.

"He dares!" Qiaohui put her hips on her hips and pretended to be fierce. "I don't think he is a poor scholar, but he dares to think that I am ugly!"

"If I were Xu Tianxiang, I would divorce you if I saw you like this!" Meng Kejun said with a smile.

"Don't worry about me, you should pay more attention to your own man, Brother Qingfeng! Look at the way Xilian looks at Brother Qingfeng, it's just a matter of dragging him to marry him!"

Qiaohui's words reminded Meng Kejun that Mrs. Zhao had always wanted Qingfeng to be her son-in-law, and that Xilian was beautiful, so she didn't know what Dong Qingfeng was thinking.

And even though he is married to himself on the surface, he still has that beautiful Wang Zhujun in his heart that he has never seen before.

The more I think about it, the more confused Meng Kejun's heart becomes, and it's all Qiaohui's fault, so why mention this stupid thing carefully.

So Meng Kejun picked out a piece of chicken from the pot, and stuffed it into Qiaohui's mouth no matter how hot it was.

"You really can't stop your mouth if you eat it!"

The people in the room chatted happily, and it wasn't until Meng Kejun and Qiaohui entered the room with the cooked dishes that they realized that everyone was very hungry.

I was hungry and smelling the aroma of food all over the courtyard whetted my appetite even more.

Meng Kejun served the cooked dishes on the table one by one. The bowls of dishes served on the table really surprised the people present again.

Four bowls were served for a single pheasant, and the bowls were different. There was chicken soup with fungus, stewed pheasant with mushrooms, stir-fried chicken offal with peppers, and a plate of scallion chicken that was both beautiful and fragrant.

(End of this chapter)