The cook is very busy

Chapter 4
Thanks to all the friends who have collected, thank you, it will be even better if you count the votes^_^——————————— Jia Shouwang got a few acres of fertile land and this house in the early years, which is considered in Yugou Village Not bad, if it wasn't for his own daughter, Jia Shouwang would be considered a rich man by now.

In fact, if we say that the house in Liangtian was obtained by the division of the family, it might be better to say that Jia Shouwang fought for it himself.

Back then, the old lady was biased, and the old man didn't care about things, and deliberately left the big house and land to the other three sons. Jia Shouwang couldn't bear it, so he went to the elders of the clan and asked them to come and chat with his parents!

After all, the family in the early years could be said to be supported by Jia Shouwang. Originally, the family had less land and more people, and it was not enough to eat food and taxes. pocket money

One time they kept watch at night, and they actually ran into a tiger that was left alone. According to Jia Shouwang, people at that time were poor and crazy, and people were more fierce than this big cat with a painted face. Fat, everyone shouted, copied whatever was at hand and blocked it!
It took a dozen or so people a long time to take down the big cat with a painted face, and each of them seemed to have drunk chicken blood, and walked the mountain road all night to the town and sold it.

They got 300 taels of silver, and each of them divided more than a dozen taels. Mr. Jia used the money to buy more than ten mu of land and repair several houses.

Originally, Mr. Jia bought the house on his own, but the old lady changed her mind again, and Jia Shouwang couldn't help but want to make a fuss.

Even outsiders can't see this matter, let alone the elders in the clan. They came forward and said that they cooperated and let Jia Shouwang get a big share. For this reason, Jia Shouwang also broke with his brothers in the family. Face, haven't seen each other for many years.

However, with these few acres of land, Jia Shouwang was able to keep his daughter. Until now, he rented the land to others, and discussed with Mrs. Zhao to set up a small stall in the town to make pancakes. Both sides have income, so that he can give to his daughter. Earn more drug money.

It wasn't until more than a month ago that Jia Shouwang sold the few acres of land and found a son-in-law who came to celebrate his daughter, but he was scared away later.

Thinking of this, Ziqing couldn't help sighing, took two eggs and beat them into a bowl, added two or three grains of salt, and stirred them with chopsticks.

In the past, Jia Shouwang and Mrs. Zhao would go out in the early morning and come back in the late afternoon. There were many people visiting the pancake stall, and they had to buy a bag of noodles in two days.

But in recent days, the old couple came back earlier every day, and the noodle bag was hardly flattened. Just now she used a helper to weigh it, and it was not too light at all. I guess it was because the business in the town was not good. Easy to do.

"Girl, how long do you want to soak the fungus in water?"

Mrs. Zhao had fried a side dish earlier, thinking that it would be enough to drink porridge, but the old man insisted on eating the fungus fried by his daughter, so she let the girl cook.

But the girl just left the fungus soaked in water, and there was no movement in the stove, so she just came to take a look.

Ziqing brought Zhao Shi back to his senses, and hurriedly said, "Oh, I got it, mother, I'll just wash it off."

"Don't go, I'll wash it for you, and put it in the pot while it's fresh, your father is hungry," Mrs. Zhao handed Ziqing a dripping dustpan, and came back after leaving, telling her worriedly She said, "Be careful with the flame, don't let it burn!"

Ziqing took the fungus and responded, and added a few sticks of firewood to the stove. When the water vapor in the pot boiled dry, she scooped some lard into it, melted it, and poured the fungus into it.

With a sound of "stab", Ziqing pulled a few times with the shovel, scooped a few grains of coarse salt into it and continued to stir-fry, and waited for the water in the dustpan to flow into the pot before taking it away, so that the fried fungus would not be too dry .

Ziqing's house uses a large iron pot with an earthen stove, and the firewood in the chamber is burning hot, and the fungus is wrapped in oil and water, and the oily flowers are shiny, and they "crack" against the iron pot.

After frying for a while, Ziqing opened the small pot on the side and added a small spoon into the pot. Whether this dish is delicious or not depends entirely on the spoon.

When the frying is almost done, pour the egg liquid beaten earlier on the fungus, and fry until cooked.

"Girl, we don't make cold salad with the wooden ears today, can we eat it if it's burnt so soft?"

Jia Shouwang came in from the outside, the main room of his house was separated from the stove by a wall, and he couldn't help but come over to take a look when he smelled the aroma.

Ziqing heard Jia Shouwang's meaning, he wanted to drink two cups in the evening, thinking about what to eat with wine, but he saw himself frying fungus with eggs, thinking that the wine would be refreshing without cold salad.

"Father, we can't eat cold salad all the time," Ziqing said, giving him a pair of chopsticks, pointing to the plate of new dishes.

Jia Shouwang didn't see his appetizers, so he was a little unmotivated, but his daughter asked him to try it, so he should try it.

He took the chopsticks and looked at the big plate of steaming new dishes. The black wooden ears were wrapped with yellow fresh eggs, and they looked pretty good.

Ziqing saw that Jia Shouwang was just staring at him, and kept urging him to move his chopsticks, laughing, "Father, eat, can you tell how salty it is just by looking at it?"

Jia Shouwang raised his eyebrows and glanced at his daughter, pursed his lips, and took a small piece into his mouth.

He squinted his eyes and chewed twice, then suddenly said "um", and took two more pieces to eat.

Ziqing knew that his father liked it, but he still asked him, "Father, how are you doing? Is it delicious?"

Jia Shouwang smiled and nodded. His daughter fried it well enough, the fungus was soft and the egg was thick, and the combination of the two textures was very chewy. Perhaps his daughter was eating porridge today, and she added too much salt. Some, but the salty mouth has a little umami taste, which is quite good.

"Well, it's much more delicious than your mother's fried food."

"Really?"

"It's not that bad, your mother has made these wooden ears a few times before, and even fried them with eggs, but what your mother made is so salty, it has no umami taste at all!"

Ziqing smiled, and opened the small pot next to the pot, "Father, I added..."

"Second Uncle, Second Aunt, are you at home?"

Before she finished speaking, she heard someone coming outside. Jia Shouwang looked back, put down his chopsticks and greeted them.

A 27-year-old man came into the yard of her house with a bundle of firewood on his back. Before Jia Shouwang could speak, he put it on the corner of the wall and wiped his sweat with a cloth towel on his shoulders. His simple and honest face was full of smiles.

"Second Uncle, yesterday I saw that your family's firewood was running out, so I went up the mountain to fetch some for you today."

Jia Shouwang smiled and narrowed his eyes, patted the man's arm, "Well, good."

Mrs. Zhao took out the gruel to dry in the main room, and when she heard the sound, she poured the gruel from the bowl back into the porridge basin, poured some water from the earthen pot on the table, took it out and said with a smile, "Erkui is here, come here, let's have a drink first."

"Thank you, Second Aunt," Jia Erkui took the bowl, raised his head and drank the water, wiped his mouth and smiled innocently.

"Second cousin." Ziqing also came out to say hello. Jia Erkui saw Ziqing, looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "Sister Qing looks much better than before."

"That's right, your sister is cooking some side dishes for your uncle today." Mrs. Zhao glanced at Ziqing, grinning from ear to ear, "It's because you found the wood ear, your uncle said it was delicious. Very, hey, Erwazi, just wait."

Mrs. Zhao thought of something while talking, went to the stove and took out half of the scrambled eggs with fungus made by Ziqing and handed it to Jia Erkui.

"Er Wazi, this is a side dish cooked by your sister. I'll pick it up and bring it over for you. You and Yingzi can eat it."

"Yo, sister Qing made this, so I have to taste it."

Jia Erkui saw that the bowl of scrambled eggs with fungus was not bad, and it smelled delicious, and he didn't pretend to be pretentious with Mrs. Zhao, so he took it and chatted a few words before leaving.

Jia Shouwang was still smiling at first, but when he heard what Zhao said, his face sank slightly, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only watch helplessly as the old woman delivered his appetizers...

(End of this chapter)