As soon as Liu Hao's words were finished, Liu Xuexue looked at her with a shocked face, "Fried?! Stir-fried?!

Now every household is very nervous about oil, the city has to use oil tickets, the countryside does not even have oil tickets, can only rely on the production team planted in the mountains of those tea trees produced by the tea seeds squeezed into the camellia seed oil, every year each family can only get a few catties, not enough to eat, so usually the family vegetables almost do not see any oil stars.

Fortunately, Liu Haohao raised pigs at home, and after handing over the pigs to the acquisition station, they could still get a few catties of meat, so they left a piece of fatty meat, and turned the fat meat in a hot pot to moisten the pot before every stir-fry, which was considered to be oil.

They can't even think of what kind of stir-frying and frying, and even when they have to use oil during the New Year's holidays, they only dare to use special oil hooks to hook so little oil and put them in the soup.

But the more you don't have oil to eat, the more you want to eat, Liu Hao feels that her self-control is already good, but occasionally she will be greedy, especially when she eats such a clear soup all day long, her mouth is really light and has no taste at all.

"Let's have a luxury once in a while, right?" Liu looked at the oil bottle in the kitchen, "It's almost half of this year, and there is still more than half a bottle of oil left." ”

"Grandma is going to cry again if she knows. Liu Xuexue looked at her nervously, although it was their children who cooked, but the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar at home had always been managed by Cheng Zhaodi, and she had to count it every day.

"I promise not to use a lot, just a spoonful of oil. "Fuel-saving also has the practice of fuel-saving, she was greedy in her previous life, but when she wanted to lose weight, she also tried to make a low-oil version of boiled field chicken, although the taste is much inferior, but at least she can get over the addiction.

"A spoonful of oil?" Liu Xuexue became more nervous, "Grandma will find out." ”

"Let's eat better, we have oil and water in our stomachs, so we have the strength to work." Liu looked at Liu Xiangxiang, who was skinning the field chicken, and found that the child's hands-on ability was really strong, and the flexibility of his hands made her breathtaking, but after a while, he cleaned up more than a dozen fat field chickens.

"Why don't we use oil today and roast these chickens?"

As soon as she proposed, Liu Xiangxiang was the first to jump up and raise his hand in approval, rural children have nothing to eat, nothing to play, but they are very good at having fun for themselves, Liu Xiangxiang and their boys are best at baking and eating.

Gather a bunch of branches, sometimes roast sweet potatoes, sometimes roast peanuts, broad beans, soybeans or something, and sometimes even snakes can be caught by them to roast, field chickens, yellow eels, loaches are also often used to roast.

But after all, they are boys, although they have strong hands-on ability, but they don't know anything about cooking, and the baked things smell fragrant, but they don't taste particularly good, just for fun.

Liu Haohao was in charge of preparing the sauce, saying that it was the sauce, but in fact there was only salt, and the chili pepper he had asked for from Dr. Xia, mixed with the herbs and spices he usually picked in the mountains, it smelled attractive.

"It would be nice if there was oil," Liu Hao looked regretful, this is the first time that oil is not used for barbecue.

"How many chickens do you need oil?" Liu stared upward, poverty limiting his imagination.

"It's better to have honey, and after baking, brush it with a thin layer of ......" Liu Hao fell into the memories of that year, never thought that what she thought was quite ordinary at the beginning would be so tempting, so greedy that she was going to drool.

"Honey?" said the three children, as if they had heard some funny joke, "who would dare to provoke that thing." ”

There are a lot of mountain goods on the mountain of Damu Village, but I haven't seen many bees, there are a lot of wasps, huge nests hang on the trees, look at it and panic, I heard that there have been several people who have been stung to death, they try to avoid the hornet's nest when they go to the mountain, and they dare not provoke easily, so honey is a kind of legendary existence.

Although Liu Haohao read a few words, he also knew that this kind of thing could only be thought about, and it couldn't come true at all, and in the end, there were still more than a dozen roasted chickens with a slightly black color and a dry look, although there was a slight gap with her fantasy, but it was already irresistible.

Liu Xiangxiang had already taken care of the heat, and he didn't figure out how to tear the chicken leg and stuff it into his mouth, "Wow, it's hot, it's hot......"

"You eat slowly, there are so many more, what's the hurry?" Listening to the "hissing" sound in his mouth, Liu Haohao felt hot for him.

"It's delicious, it's hot, it's spicy!" Liu whispered incessantly.

In contrast, Liu Xue and Liu Tiantian were much more gentle, sticking out their little tongues with tears in their eyes, "Eldest sister, why is it so spicy?"

"With chili peppers, it tastes good, right?" Liu is a spicy lover, and he hasn't eaten so much for a long time.

H City is hot, and she has no habit of eating chili peppers, but she has a good bite in her last life, but the three children are eating spicy for the first time, even if she thinks that these roasted field chickens can only be regarded as slightly spicy at most, they still eat them with tears in their eyes.

"It's delicious! It's delicious! I didn't expect the chili pepper to be so delicious!" Liu Xiangxiang is a foodie, he eats very fast, and he doesn't forget to praise it.

Chili peppers are not a rare thing in the production team, Dr. Xia and a few educated youths are very fond of spicy food, and planted a few chili peppers in front of the house and behind the house, but the locals can't accept it, and Liu Xiangxiang doesn't even have a chance to try.

"You eat less, don't eat the field chicken as a meal!" Liu looked at Liu Xiang and ate three field chickens in a row, and he was also a little stunned, "Take the rest back and eat it as a dish tonight?"

Liu Xiangxiang stopped his mouth at this time, and licked his fingers reluctantly, "The field chicken I roasted before was not so delicious." ”

"That's because you didn't put salt. She asked expressionlessly, every time she saw a roasted fish roasted pheasant or hare on TV or in a book, and the protagonist ate it with relish, she especially wanted to ask, does it really have a taste?

During this time, they caught a lot of field chickens, yellow eels or something, and Cheng Zhaodi, who was good at housekeeping, simply dried the part that could not be eaten into dried field chickens and dried yellow eels, and hung them under the eaves one by one, which was a kind of comical horror.

Because of poverty and hunger, people nowadays not only cherish food, but also have a psychology similar to hoarding, as long as there is a little surplus of fresh food at home, it must be made into jerky and pickled into pickles.

I heard that people in other communes also like to make rats into dried rats, but in comparison, their field chicken dried is quite normal.

"Grandma, there have been a lot of chickens recently, there are always so many tricks, everyone is tired of eating, I want to make a sour and hot chicken to eat, but I have to spend a spoonful of oil. In the end, Liu Haohao couldn't defeat the gluttonous worm in his stomach, and proposed this non-dividing idea to Cheng Zhaodi.