Lin Qingqing left the house and saw an aunt standing at the door holding a chicken.
"Qingqing, this is the chicken your mother wanted."
"Excuse me, Aunt Zhang brought it."
Aunt Zhang waved her hand and hurried away. , as if something is chasing behind.
Seeing Aunt Zhang, Lin Qingqing remembered that Mrs. Lin would buy a chicken from the villagers every month and cook it for the original owner.
Now that Wang Chunhua is pregnant, she has to buy a chicken every half month.
But it’s not even half a month yet.
Otherwise she wouldn’t have brought the rabbit out of space today.
Wait until Mother Lin comes back to ask again, and she will call Da Mao to light the fire.
"Da Mao came over to cook the pot, and I scalded the chicken."
"Hey." Da Mao, who had a mouthful of grape juice, ran into the kitchen like a little whirlwind.
Lin Qingqing poured half a bucket of water into the pot and went to wash the herbs collected today.
After washing the herbs, Ermao, Erya and Simao volunteered to help dry the herbs.
They had done this work yesterday, so Lin Qingqing left it to them and let them go about their business.
Go to the kitchen and scoop the hot water back into the bucket. Put the chicken in it, stir it twice with a wooden stick, lift it out, and remove the hair in a few or two times.
Clean the internal organs and bring them to the kitchen to start burning.
Da Ya worked diligently on the side, peeling garlic and scraping potatoes.
Thinking of her fifth sister-in-law Wang Chunhua being pregnant and Song Yiyuan being injured, she left most of the chicken to stew soup in the afternoon and drink it in the evening.
Anyway, there is roast chicken in the canteen of the space, so I will just add it when the time comes.
Lin Qingqing chopped the chicken neatly and put it into the pot. After a while, the smell of meat came from the kitchen.
She put away these two little carrot heads.
"Da Ya, you put the remaining chicken in the well to calm down, make soup in the afternoon, put it away and play outside."
"Hey." Da Ya Went out with a big bowl of chicken.
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This kind of artificially dug well is more than ten meters deep. In summer, it acts as a natural refrigerator. Some people tie a small basket and hang it in the well, and put things that need to be chilled in it.
The wellhead is wide, and every family will find a big stone, place it on the wellhead, and dig a hole the size of a human head in the middle, just enough for a small bucket to draw water, so there is no need to worry about children falling into the well.
Lin Qingqing saw that the firewood in the pot was almost burning, and the rice left at the end of the stove was also hot, so she sent the hair out.
"Da Mao, there is no need to light the stove anymore. You can go out and play. We will eat later."
"Hey." He touched the grapes in his pocket and trotted Out.
Lin Qingqing looked aroundSuddenly, a large bowl of roast chicken was poured into the pot from the space.
After frying it twice symbolically, he filled a large basin and a bowl with it. Lin Qingqing was very satisfied with the portion. It was enough to satisfy the greed of these little carrot heads today.
The chicken stew made by Lin Qingqing has more meat and less vegetables. At first glance, it is all chicken.
It’s not like the meat made by my sisters-in-law. It takes a long time to find a piece of meat.
"It's time to eat." He shouted to the child under the tree.
These little carrot heads were rushing towards the kitchen as if they were running a hundred meters race.
Da Ya took out the rice and looked at the large pot of chicken on the stove and the fried vegetables left in the small pot, and immediately didn't want to put it out.
"Da Ya, don't put the green vegetables in the dish. Let's cook the rabbit in the evening." No one ate it even after it was served.
"Hey." After hearing what her sister-in-law said, she stopped worrying and took out the pancakes and the porridge.
Da Mao, Er Ya, Er Mao, San Mao, and San Ya walked to the main room carrying porridge, and Si Mao grabbed a lot of chopsticks.
Qimao and Bamao followed behind.
Lin Qingqing first brought a large pot of chicken to the main room, then put a bowl of chicken, four pancakes, and a large bowl of porridge on a tray and gave it to Song Yiyuan.
Lin Qingqing didn't even knock on the familiar door, she just opened the door and walked in. Anyway, the house was not soundproof, so he could hear it.
"Chicken for lunch."
After placing the tray on the small table and bringing the small table to his side, Lin Qingqing turned away without even giving him a look.
Obviously still unhappy about what she said in the morning that she could actually hunt rabbits.
Song Yiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, saying that it is difficult to raise a villain with a woman, so he must be more careful when speaking in the future.