"Then you just look at saving some for me first, hahaha......" After speaking, Chen Fatzi walked away, but Qian Hong was busy, he turned the old tableware in the wooden box upside down, and finally sorted out more than 30 sets of stew cups, and pulled them all back, making the tricycle heavier than when he came.

Qian Hong will not do useless work, and when he puts these stew pots into the greenhouse, he takes one into the house with his hand, carefully brushes it clean, throws a big chicken leg in it, and shouts at the old mother who is rummaging through the cabinets to find something: "Mom, where did you put the wolfberry I got back last time?"

"It's all over the place, what are you going to do there?"

"Just tell me!"

"Inside the tin jar above the cupboard, you little calf will be a demon!"

"Do we have jujubes?"

"In the kraft jar next to it. ”

"Then do we have ginseng?"

"Do you want to have monkey brains in our family?" The old mother was angry, Qian Hong stuck out his tongue slightly in the kitchen, and grabbed a piece of ginger in his hand.

First of all, wash the wolfberries and jujubes, then slice the ginger, put it in the stew pot with the chicken thighs, and finally find a big pot and put it in to start stewing.

Because of the fifth aunt's hospitalization, my mother was worried and anxious, so she didn't have the heart to care about Qian Hong, and she didn't have the heart to get the outside things, when she finally stopped rummaging and packed the money and things she needed, the time was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, Qian Hong had already finished her homework, and the room was still filled with a sweet aroma.

"Daewoo, what are you boiling on the fire?" asked my mother when she came to the kitchen and looked at the cauldron.

"It's almost time, Mom, open it and take a look. "Qian Hong deliberately bought a pass.

"Clean these strange things day by day!" As soon as the mother lifted the lid of the pot, a fragrant smell suddenly spread, and in the diffuse steam, the snow-white stew pot looked exceptionally clean.

"Do we have this to do?"

"I just got it, Mom, be careful of the burn, take it out and let the two of us taste it!"

"You're quailing again?"

"Not this time, this time the main ingredient is chicken thighs. ”

"Oh, it's really neat, you're a confinement meal, right? But we northerners don't drink soup from time to time!"

"The nutrients in the soup are absorbed quickly, suitable for people who are sick and have weak gastrointestinal function, I'll let the two of us taste it first, and then I'll send one to the fifth aunt when I go back." ”

"Then drink it yourself! ”

"Don't, Mom, you should at least taste it, and then give me some advice!" Qian Hong saw that his mother was lacking in interest, so he could only take out the coquettish Dafa, and he didn't let go of his mother, so he pressed his mother on the chair, and he was about to feed him after taking the spoon.

"I'll do it myself!" The old mother who couldn't shirk it could only take a sip, but immediately her eyes widened by three points, pursed her lips, and commented a little unexpectedly: "It's really good, it's just too light, people with a light mouth should like it!"

"Really, then mom, you can drink two more sips, the experiment was successful, and when I go to see the fifth aunt on the weekend, I will bring it directly." Qian Hong showed a treacherous smile.

Even coaxed and deceived, and finally let his mother drink this cup of chicken soup, Qian Hong fell asleep quickly, he still has to go to school tomorrow, and he has to concentrate on making money, he must ensure enough rest.

After experiencing the panic in the first two days, the benefits of having more brothers and sisters in the family are slowly revealed, and under the clever arrangement of my mother, someone accompanies the fifth aunt to take care of her every night, ensuring that there must be a sister next to the fifth aunt, which must be much more convenient.

Another weekend is coming, this time Qian Hong didn't have time to go to the big market of the sugar factory, he brought the stew he made, and in order to keep warm, he also took a small quilt to wrap it in death, so he followed his grandfather to the workers' hospital at noon.

When Qian Hong walked in, she was holding the famous millet porridge of the workers' hospital and preparing to drink, but Qian Hong opened the stewed quail, and a vague aroma began to spread in the big ward.

"It's so fragrant!" Aunt Wu praised from the bottom of her heart, generally speaking, the Northeast is more popular with big fish and meat, and she prefers food with a particularly strong fragrance, but at this moment in the hospital, the patient's stomach and intestines can't bear the excessive oiliness, and this stewed quail is particularly suitable.

"Fifth aunt, try it, I stewed all morning, and now the essence is all in this soup, which replenishes qi and blood, is light and not greasy, and is suitable for people after surgery." Qian Hong went to the side of the bed, and Lao Wang recommended it as if he was selling melons.

"Then I'll try it, well, it's delicious! Thank you, my eldest nephew." The fifth aunt tasted it first, and then sped up the speed of scooping the spoon, obviously liking the taste, and after 2-3 minutes, she exclaimed: "Oh, I saw the jujube, I didn't expect there to be wolfberries down here!"

"Hey, hey, otherwise, how dare you say that you can replenish qi and blood!" Qian Hong is also very proud of the popularity of his works.

At this time, the patient in the next bed immediately felt that the baked cake and tofu brain in his hand were not fragrant, so he glared at his husband fiercely, so the patient's husband, who was a little embarrassed, immediately remedied: "This quail smells very fragrant, I will go to the market when I go back, and I will stew it for you immediately when I buy it." ”

"Quails don't look like old hens, they don't come into their sights. The family member accompanying the other bedside also caught up with the conversation.

"It's jujube and wolfberry, this is the way to do it in a big hotel, right?"

"I didn't hear the kid say, he stewed it all morning, and it's no wonder it's not delicious. ”

"Hey, big brother, let me ask, is it the same with the old hen stew. ”

"Hey, hey, I don't really know. ”

......

Living in a large ward is like this, once there is a more relaxed topic, then everyone is willing to talk about it, and the atmosphere is quite lively!

"My eldest nephew has a quail breeder at home, so he made this for me. The fifth aunt drank a small half, handed the stew cup to the fifth aunt, and explained it to the patients.

"Raising quails at home? I'm afraid it's a 10,000-dollar household, right?"

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just a little hobby. ”

Qian Hong was modest, but when he saw the expressions of the other patients looking at the stew pot, his brain was running rapidly, and a quail market that was far better than the sugar factory gradually became clear in front of his eyes.