"How about half stewing and half stir-frying. "Although he asked, Meng Qingxuan had already chopped the pheasant quickly, this pheasant was quite fat, looking at it weighing about four or five catties, Meng Qingxuan first put the chopped chicken into boiling water to blanch the blood, and then took out half of it and stuffed it into the crockpot, and there was no chance to make these meat dishes at home before, except for a little salt and sugar: "Tuan Tuan went to the yard to pinch some chives."www.biquge.info ”

"Hey, that's good." Meng Yao pretended to come to the yard to plant chives in the corner, looked left and right to make sure that no one was paying attention, and went directly into the space, first pulled out two green onions, ginger was not needed, she fell into the water this time to boil ginger tea, and did not dig ginger, directly pulled out a ginseng, washed it and cut a few slices, and the rest could not be taken out, Meng Yao didn't care and threw the space directly, don't blame her for being so wasteful, the hundred-year-old ginseng may be a valuable item worth a thousand gold in the outside world, and it can only be regarded as a radish in the space, It's a pity that Meng Yao didn't dare to take it out, there is said to be ginseng on Nanshan, but it is also deep in the mountains, and someone dug up a ginseng for decades a few decades ago, if she casually takes out a century-old ginseng, let alone others, she doesn't believe it herself.

"Brother, chives." Meng Yao smiled and handed the cleaned green onions to Meng Qingxuan, as for the ginseng slices, he would throw them in when he had an opportunity.

"Tuan Tuan is really capable." Meng Qingxuan put the green onions, ginger and pheasants into the clay pot together, and directly put them on the small stove and simmered on high heat. "It is said that the medicinal chicken is the most mild and nourishing, and next time I have the opportunity to grab some medicinal herbs and try to stew a medicinal chicken for you." Meng Qingxuan looked at the medicinal chicken effect written on the recipe, and it was a pity: "I knew that the mushrooms I picked last time were not sold." The chicken stew with mushrooms is so fragrant, I made it when my mother was there, and it was particularly delicious. ”

"You don't, I have mushrooms, I have medicinal herbs, I really want to give it to you." Meng Yao wanted to cry without tears, she really wanted to tell Meng Qingxuan loudly that she had a lot of materials and how many she wanted, but unfortunately she didn't have the guts, so she could only take advantage of Meng Qingxuan's efforts to turn over the recipes and throw those few pieces of ginseng into the crockpot.

"Just fry it." It's really hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, Meng Qingxuan flipped through the recipe for a long time, come on, let's do it casually.

Meng Qingxuan cleaned the cauldron with his hands and feet, ignited the sparks, and after the fire was hot, he stuffed the firewood into it, checked the oil pot, and found that there was only a thin layer of oil bottom left in the pot, calculating what else to add to the house, and I didn't know how much my father made this time, so he poured all the oil into the pot slowly, first put the green onion and ginger into the pot and stir-fried it to make it fragrant, put the blanched chicken pieces into the pot and stir-fry over high heat until it changed color, and when the water was basically fried out, some sugar was put in, this sugar was still sweet after Meng Yao drank the medicine, It's just that the little girl has recently become picky and doesn't like to eat sugar, but where did Meng Qingxuan think that Meng Yao didn't like to eat sugar but had no interest in this kind of sucrose at all, and now she had to use it for cooking, but she didn't dare to put it more, this sugar was a bit expensive, and it was too luxurious to use it for cooking. Scoop some hot water from a small stove and pour it into the pot until the chicken pieces are submerged, then turn to low heat after the heat boils again, waiting for the juice to be collected.

Sitting on the small bench with both hands on her cheeks and smiling at Meng Qingxuan's skillful movements, Meng Yao was excited and proud in her heart, the good man in front of her who could get out of the hall and enter the kitchen was her own brother: "It's so fragrant." ”

Although there were no other ingredients, smelling the fragrance Meng Qingxuan was still a little proud in his heart, after all, this was the first time he had done it, and he played well, but in front of his sister, he had a light and breezy look on his face: "It's so-so, when you buy all the things in the future, my brother will make something delicious for you." ”

Divide the awakened dough into several portions and knead it into a dough shape and put it in a drawer to steam, and then change the small stove with the chicken soup to low heat, seeing that the juice has been collected in the cauldron, Meng Qingxuan sprinkled a little salt with a spoon, quickly turned it twice, and took out the empty bowl and put the chicken pieces out.

"Come and try my brother's craftsmanship, isn't it delicious?" Meng Qingxuan took a piece of chicken and blew it cold and fed it to Meng Yao.

"It's delicious." Meng Yao puffed out his small mouth and nodded violently, and he didn't know if it was because of the space, he didn't feel it when he covered the lid of the pot before, but this one came out, and the fragrance was overflowing, and the rich Meng Yao kept swallowing saliva, and when he ate it, he only felt that the meat was firm and very fragrant.

"Xuan'er open the door." With a banging knock on the door, a familiar voice came from outside the courtyard.

Meng Yao was still thinking about who this voice was, and Meng Qingxuan jumped up in surprise: "Daddy is back." ”

Meng Qingxuan heard the shouting and walked out of the kitchen, looking at Meng Yao still sitting in a daze, holding the person in his arms and going to open the door together.

Meng Yao tugged at Meng Qingxuan's clothes nervously, to be honest, she hadn't figured out how to get along with this father, these days she has been used to living with Meng Qingxuan, Meng Yao looked at the man outside the door unfamiliarly, only to see that he was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, wearing an ordinary cyan placket on his upper body, and a pair of fat gray pants on his lower body.

Meng Yuan looked at the little girl hiding in his son's arms timidly, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Tuan Tuan, I don't know Daddy." "I blamed myself and took my daughter from Meng Qingxuan's hands, and felt that the little girl in my arms was stiff." It's all because Daddy has been out for too long, Tuan Tuan, I'm Daddy. ”

Meng Yao turned her face stiffly to Meng Qingxuan, a little overwhelmed, although this father loved her very much in her memory, but for her now, she could only be regarded as a familiar stranger, and she herself was not an enthusiastic person, so she really didn't know what expression to put on.

"How can you not recognize Daddy?" Meng Yuan was anxious, and looked at Meng Qingxuan for help: "Xuan'er, what's wrong with Tuan Tuan, how can you not remember me." ”

"What's wrong with Tuan Tuan?" Meng Qingxuan felt that his sister's uneasiness was also a little inexplicable, it was not that his father had not been out for so long before, but Tuan Tuan had never been so unfamiliar.

"Tuan Tuan, it's strange that Daddy has been out for a long time this time." Meng Yuan stroked Meng Yao's back: "It's Daddy's mistake, Daddy should accompany Tuan Tuan at home, it's good to forgive Dad, see that Daddy brought a lot of good things to Tuan Tuan." ”

Meng Yao saw that Meng Yuan's face was sweating, and he held back for a long time before he said, "Go into the house to eat." ”

"Hey, let's go inside for dinner." Seeing that the girl finally spoke, Meng Yuan's heart was put down. Ignoring Meng Yao's protest, he carried people into the hall. "Has Xuan'er cooked yet, Daddy brought a few white-flour steamed buns this time, and you and Tuan Tuan will eat them hot."

Meng Qingxuan looked at his father, who had lost some weight, distressedly: "There is food at home, don't save it next time, take care of yourself, you are tired from working outside, and how can you eat if you can't eat enough." ”

"It's okay, it's easier this time." Meng Yuan opened his mouth unconcernedly, and found out the rations saved in the past few days from the back basket.

"Daddy sits down first, I'll serve the vegetables, the steamed buns will be hot tomorrow, and I steamed some wild vegetable dumplings today." Meng Qingxuan took the steamed buns handed over and prepared to hang them on the beam in the kitchen, and glanced at his sister who seemed to want to follow him: "Tuan Tuan is waiting here, brother will go and bring out the dishes." ”

"Oh." Meng Yao sat on Meng Yuan's lap gloomily, not knowing what to say, so she had to play with her fingers.

"Look what Daddy brought to Tuan Tuan." Meng Yuan took out something wrapped in brown paper from the back basket and looked at Meng Yao expectantly.

Somehow, looking at Meng Yuan's gaze, her heart suddenly softened, she thought of her father in her previous life, the person who died in a car accident when she was very young but gave the warmest memory in her life, the figures of the two people suddenly overlapped, and somehow her eyes were a little sour, Meng Yao snorted: "Daddy." "I don't know if it's calling Meng Yuan or the person in my previous life.

"Hey, Tuan Tuan is so good." Meng Yuan was instantly happy, it seemed that as long as Meng Yao was the happiest thing in the world, he kissed the face of his baby girl: "Look at what Daddy brought you, Duoweixuan's osmanthus cake, you smell it, do you like it." ”

"Yes, I like it." The father in the previous life was like this, every time he came back from going out, he brought something she liked to eat, Meng Yao secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled happily, and divided the pastries she brought back into three parts and piled them on the table: "This daddy's, this brother's, this mine." ”

"My family Tuan Tuan is really sensible, Daddy doesn't eat it, Daddy's Tuan Tuan is given." Meng Yuan looked at the girl who was a lot sensible and smiled from ear to ear.

Meng Qingxuan stood outside the door and watched his sister finally regain her vitality, and then came in with the dishes: "I went up the mountain today and caught two pheasants, one was left for Uncle An's house, and the other was brought back to be made." ”

Meng Yao looked at the chicken soup brought over, and suddenly remembered that the ginseng pieces thrown in it forgot to fish it out, and glanced at the father who had just agreed with her in annoyance, if it wasn't for her father coming back, she wouldn't forget it, and she didn't know what kind of twists and turns would it take when Meng Qingxuan saw it.

"Xuan'er, how can you kill." Meng Yuan looked at the pheasant in the bowl in disbelief that had already been divided, and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha in his mouth. "Sin, sin, Xuan'er, how could you make such a mistake."

Meng Yao's hand that wanted to grab the chicken leg froze, and the boss with his mouth open looked at Meng Yuan in fright, what the hell is this, is she hallucinating.

Meng Qingxuan seemed to have expected this a long time ago, and calmly ate a bite of chicken: "Daddy, I will recite the death mantra for this pheasant after eating." ”

Meng Yao looked at Meng Qingxuan, who was talking seriously, and suddenly felt that his brain capacity was not enough, what was the situation now.

"You're knowingly doing this." Meng Yuan looked at his son even more heartbrokenly. "The Buddha said that all beings are equal, how can you kill for the sake of your appetite."

"I'm going to read the scriptures a few more times before I go to bed tonight."

Meng Yao deeply felt that her Chinese might have been taught by a math teacher, why did she understand it, so if she wanted to eat chicken, would she have to give this chicken too much, Meng Yao looked at the chicken that was close at hand with a toothache and slowly retracted her claws. This world seems a bit mysterious.