After plucking, the hen is disemboweled, and the internal organs are removed, and the preliminary preparations are completed.

"How should this chicken be cooked?" Liu Mang looked at the six or seven pounds of hen in his hand and became worried.

It stands to reason that if this chicken is stewed at one time, three people will definitely not be able to eat it all, but the old lady's house does not have a refrigerator, and now that the weather has turned hot again, maybe it will go bad.

"Grandma, does your neighbor have a refrigerator? Do you want to eat half of it and keep half of it?" asked Liu Mang.

Although the old lady's place is remote, there are other people's homes not far from here, and it should be possible to store it.

"No, boss, you can stew it all. Eat, just eat all at once. ”

"Yes, uncle, I have a lot of food, I can't finish it today, but I will definitely be able to eat it tomorrow. Tan Yu'er also said.

"Okay. Liu Mang nodded and checked in the stove again.

"Well, if there is a small artichoke, then there is a 'roast chicken with artichoke', and the rest will be stewed in a pot of chicken soup. As for the offal and chicken blood, you can have a 'boiled chicken offal'. Liu Mang thought.

Once you decide what you want to do, the rest will be easy.

Liu Mang chopped all the chicken into small pieces and put it in the hot water in the pot to boil it to remove the blood.

After all the blood and water in the chicken were removed, Liu Mang scooped it up and divided it into two parts.

"Leftovers, you can leave the fire out for a while, but don't let it go out either. ”

"Oh. Tan Yu'er answered, and used tongs to take out two pieces of firewood that were still burning from the stove.

The children of the poor have long been in charge, and the young Tan Yu'er has already helped the old lady cut pig food, feed the chickens, and do some farm work within his ability. For him, burning a fire is just the simplest of things.

"Yu'er, can this be used?" Liu Mang searched in the kitchen for a long time, but did not find any utensils suitable for making soup. Finally, turn to a clay jar for making kimchi.

The jar is not big, and it is a little old, and the mouth of the altar is broken, and the lid does not know where it has gone.

"Yes, but that's what my grandmother usually used to hold coals. Tan Yu'er replied.

"That's okay, just wash it up. Liu Mang picked up the jar, pulled a handful of straw from between the stoves, and walked to the well outside to clean the jar inside and out.

Put half of the chicken into the jar, add half a jar of water, put in two slices of old ginger, salt and a few red dates that the old lady dried herself......

Liu Mang thought about it, and had an extra section of old ginseng roots in his hand.

This root is the leftover from his previous use, taken from a five-grade old mountain ginseng, Liu Mang cut it into thin slices with a knife and added it to the tile altar.

"There's no lid. After all this was done, Liu Mang was worried again.

"Forget it, figure it out for yourself. Liu Mang walked to the melon and fruit shelf on the side of the well, where several pumpkin vines were growing luxuriantly.

Liu Mang picked a few large pumpkin leaves, cleaned them slightly, and covered them at the mouth of the tile altar.

"Yu'er, isn't there a dry pond behind the house, you go and dig a little half-dried pond mud for me. ”

"Mud, what do you want mud for?" Tan Yu'er said in surprise.

"I'm naturally useful, remember to do it half-dry. Liu Mang grinned, took the artichoke, and scraped the skin on it with a knife.

"Oh. Tan Yu'er answered and went.

After Liu Mang scraped and cleaned the skin of more than a dozen artichokes on hand, Tan Yu'er came back.

"Uncle, have you seen enough?" he said, holding a large lump of mud in his hand.

Liu Mang put down the knife in his hand, took it, added a little water, thinned the pond mud, and then carefully applied it to the pickle jar that had been covered with pumpkin leaves.

After sealing the mouth of the altar, Liu Mang washed the handle and cut each of the washed potatoes in half.

Artichoke is actually a potato, also called a potato, and there is no difference in the eyes of ordinary people, but the name is different.

But in the minds of some connoisseurs, there are also several types of potatoes.

For example, the fist-sized potatoes sold on the market today are large and slightly lower in starch, which is suitable for making dishes such as hot and sour shredded potatoes and spicy potato chips.

And now the old lady's family grows this kind of potato, that is, the artichoke in Liu Mang's eyes, which is only a fraction of the size of a large potato, its starch content is higher, and the taste has its own sweetness, which is more suitable for braising or stewing with meat.

"Leftovers, you can add some fire, I'm going to start stir-frying." ”

Tan Yu'er stuffed the firewood into the stove, and the flames quickly rose, gently licking the bottom of the pot.

Liu Mang scooped out the water in the pot, and when the pot was heated again, scooped in a spoonful of lard, put two slices of old ginger and stir-fried, and poured the chicken pieces into the stir-fry.

'Potato roast chicken' is originally a home-cooked dish, and the recipe is very simple. After the chicken pieces are stir-fried, add cooking wine and soy sauce, put a little star anise and cinnamon, and finally add an appropriate amount of water, and when the chicken pieces are fired to a certain extent, then simmer them together with the potatoes.

Liu Mang covered the pot, the meat of the old hen was relatively old, so it had to be simmered for a while. If you put it in the pot with the artichoke, it will cause an embarrassing situation where the chicken is not rotten and the artichoke is already ripe.

The chicken was simmering in the pot, and Liu Mang walked under the stove with a pickle jar sealed with pond mud.

"Leave it to me. ”

"Oh. Tan Yu'er, whose little face had been blackened by the smoke, stepped aside.

Liu Mang withdrew the firewood still burning in the stove, used tongs to dig a pit in the red-hot charcoal in the stove, and then carefully put the kimchi jar filled with chicken into the pit and covered it with coal.

This practice is similar to calling the flower chicken, but the difference is that the chicken that is called the flower chicken eats, and this dish is a soup.

"Okay, just a small fire the whole time. Liu Mang clapped his hands and rubbed Tan Yu'er's head.

"Uncle, how long will it take to eat?" Tan Yu'er swallowed and asked.

"What, are you hungry?" said Liu Mang.

"Hey, hey. Tan Yu'er licked her lips embarrassedly: "I haven't eaten chicken for a long time, and the last time I ate it was when my parents came back." The chickens raised at home have to lay eggs and sell them, and grandma is reluctant to do so. ”

"When was the last time your father and mother came back?" Liu Mang asked when he heard this, his heart was a little sour.

"Well, it should be the last time it was the Dragon Boat Festival. Tan Yu'er counted with his fingers.

"What are they doing out there?"

"Build a house. ”

"And how often do you come back?"

"I don't know, but grandma said that they will come back during the Mid-Autumn Festival. As soon as she mentioned this, Tan Yu'er immediately became excited.

"Who cooks the usual meals? Grandma?"

"Sometimes I do, sometimes grandma does. ”

"You can also cook?" Liu Mang smiled dumbly.

"Of course I do, I make stewed potatoes, fried potatoes, and boiled pumpkin and sweet potatoes. Tan Yu'er told Liu Mang the same number.

"What about the others?"

"I won't do anything else. ”

"Okay, when the chicken is ready, you can eat more and try your uncle's handiwork. ”

"Hmm. Tan Yu'er nodded heavily. 10