Chapter 6595 The Domineering President
When Sun heard Yang Huazhong’s inquiry, a look of happiness appeared on his face.
She smiled and said: "It's just a few things to prepare for the meal. You don't need to clean it up. You can go and transfer yours."
Yang Huazhong looked at Yang Ruoqing again, "If Qing'er goes up I stayed for lunch if I had nothing to do, and helped your mother by the way."
Yang Ruoqing was happy, "Dad, the last sentence is the key, right? Hahaha..."
Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.
Sun also smiled.
"Don't worry, Dad, I ate the candied date rice made by my mother, and now I have no use for all my strength. I will help my mother later."
At this point, Yang Huazhong felt relieved and went out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Mrs. Sun his approximate route.
It’s nothing more than wandering around the family’s rapeseed and wheat fields. If I have time, I’ll sit at the houses of old brothers like Changgen Danniu, smoke cigarettes, drink tea, talk about the mountains, etc. This is their lifestyle and social circle. It has been integrated into their bones for most of their lives. It would be hard to get used to living in another place to enjoy happiness.
After Yang Huazhong left, Yang Ruoqing went back to Luo's house to say hello to Wang Cuilian, then turned back to her parents' house.
Hey, it’s good that my mother’s family and my husband’s family are close to each other. Being married is no different than not being married. Both sides can be taken care of.
Beside the well behind the kitchen, Mrs. Sun had killed a big rooster and was plucking its feathers there.
Yang Ruoqing recognized this big rooster at a glance as the most majestic and domineering one in the backyard. Every time it appeared, it was surrounded by a group of mature or young hens.
The hens rushed to offer it the bugs they pulled out in the grass, trying to please it in various ways. Two hens even got jealous and fought over it.
This rooster is like a domineering president, turning a blind eye to all this. It flutters its wings every day and patrols the territory like a king. Those young roosters who try to challenge it are trampled under its claws. One of them A white rooster was even pecked until it became bald, and a circle of red goosebumps appeared on its neck. In the cold weather, the exposed skin of the poor little rooster was covered in frostbite, which was scary to look at.
But now, the domineering president is being held in a hot water tub to pluck his hair. The president’s two-meter-long legs are raised high, as if to express contempt for this cruel world.
"Mom, why did you kill it? How beautiful is this rooster? Don't you keep it for seeding in the spring?" Yang Ruoqing came over and asked.
This was Sun's original plan, so Yang Ruoqing asked this question.
Ms. Sun was so busy that she had no time to raise her head. "I looked at it again. I couldn't bear to kill the hen. It is the biggest among the roosters. Look, it has all the plucked feathers and hollowed out internal organs." It weighs three to four kilograms and can be used to stew a large pot. "
Yang Ruoqing sighed in her heart and looked at the hens squatting together in the corner with their heads tilted towards this side and their little eyes. I feel sorry for you, you will have to be widows in the future.
"Mom, please arrange some errands for me."
"Go and help me soak those porcini mushrooms." said Sun.
"Wow, porcini mushrooms are a good thing. Mom, are you taking out the good stuff from the bottom of the box to entertain Xiao Hei?"
Sun Shi smiled, "You are a guest when you come to the door. We have to show the etiquette that we should have when treating guests. Come on, I put it on the pot. "
"Okay!"
Yang Ruoqing ran away with a bump on her butt, and she had a treat at noon, chicken and porcini mushrooms, it was so delicious just thinking about it that her taste buds exploded!
Sun not only killed the chicken, but also fried the rice noodles, crushed them together with fennel, star anise, salt and the like to make steamed meat rice noodles.
I went to Sun’s house and when I came back, I had two kilograms of pork belly in my hand.
The color of the pork belly is very good, 70% lean and 30% fat. The fatness and leanness are as obvious as the cloud pattern of natural marble. Cut into slices of appropriate thickness, evenly wrap them in rice noodles, and put them in In a large black earthenware bowl, potato chunks are placed at the bottom, and it is steamed in a pot over water.
"Qing'er, have you prepared small yellow croaker? What are you going to do with this small yellow croaker?" Yang Ruoqing found the dried small yellow croaker among the ingredients prepared by Sun and asked excitedly. Sun thought for a moment, "In the past, we always ate small yellow croakers pan-fried. Why don't we eat them differently now?"
"Which way to eat them?"
"I used to make rice steamed pork There is still half a bowl of steamed pork rice noodles. How about we make fried small yellow croakers? "
Light a fire to cook, pour oil to stir-fry, and a cheerful piece of music suddenly plays in the kitchen.
From the time Yang Huamei left, Sun and Yang Ruoqing prepared the ingredients without any delay.
It took nearly an hour to prepare the ingredients, and then started to make a fire to cook. It was still early for lunch.
If converted into modern time, it should be around 9:30 am now.
It is already early to start cooking at this time. Normally, guests will come over after more than half an hour, which is around ten o'clock.
After the guests arrive, we drink tea, eat snacks, and chat. Half an hour has passed, and we can start dinner at the stroke of eleven o'clock.
It is not good for guests to come too early, because the host’s food has not been cooked yet. Not only is the guest bored, but it also creates a psychological burden on the host, and the host may not be able to cook well.
However, as soon as the first steamed pork was placed in the pot, Yang Huamei came over with Xiao Hei.
At that time, Mrs. Sun was stirring rice noodles and small yellow croakers, when suddenly a stocky fat boy bowed his back and entered the kitchen, and the light in the kitchen was dimmed.
“Third aunt, Sister Qing’er.”
The male voice of an adolescent boy sounded very distinctive. When it suddenly sounded from behind, it was accompanied by a tap on the shoulder.
Sun was startled, her hand shook and a small yellow croaker fell to the ground.
"My third aunt was shocked, hahaha!"
Xiao Hei laughed, and the flesh on his face squeezed his eyes into slits. He still has a dark face, and his face is still the same as when he was a child. There is obviously no dirt on his face, but no matter how he washes it, it always looks like his face is dirty.
"Hey, it's Xiao Hei? Are you here alone? Where's your mother?" Mrs. Sun adapted, raised her head and asked her nephew, who was already a head taller than herself.
Xiao Hei pointed behind him casually: "I'm going to my grandmother's house."
His eyes crossed Sun's shoulder and began to search for the target on the pot table.
Unfortunately, they were all raw ingredients and he didn’t find what he wanted.
“Third Aunt, what’s in that?” he asked, pointing to the steaming cauldron at the edge.
Sun smiled gently, "It's steamed pork with rice flour."
"Really? Let me see." Xiao Hei walked over and was about to lift the lid of the pot, but Sun quickly stopped him.
“Don’t burn it, I’ll take it off.”
Sun opened the heavy wooden lid. After the heat dispersed a little, Xiao Hei saw clearly the steamed pork on the steamer tray. He smiled with satisfaction.
(End of this chapter)