After Fang Jing washed Fang Yuan's feet, she wiped her little sister's feet in her own shirt, took the little flower cloth shoes from the little girl's hand, and put them on Fang Yuan.

"Come, little sister, stand up and walk a few steps to see if it fits." Fang Jing stood up and took a few steps back and said.

Fang Yuan got up from the stone and walked a few steps, Fang Jing looked at the flower cloth shoes a little too big, it was estimated that it should be appropriate to wear a pair of thick socks again, but now let alone thick socks, there is not even a piece of extra cloth, you have to wait until you make clothes to see if there is any extra cloth, so that you can make a pair of socks for your little sister to wear.

"Brother, the shoes are good-looking, suitable, and can be worn." The little sister had never worn such beautiful floral shoes, and she stood in the open space and jumped her feet, wanting to tell her brother that the shoes were good.

"Well, it's good-looking, it's a little bigger, but my little sister can still grow taller and wear shoes." Fang Jing felt that it was best to tell her little sister the truth, so as not to worry that her little sister would take away the flower cloth shoes.

"Thank you, brother, brother is the best." Fang Yuan smiled happily.

"Little sister, you give some icing to the dog baby, and my brother will prepare dinner later." Fang Jing returned to the main room and handed the jar to Fang Yuan and said.

"Okay, brother!" Fang Yuan felt that the frosting was very sweet and sweet, why did his brother share it with others, but thinking that the gouwa's family had given him food, he had to take a bamboo bowl and pour some of the frosting into the bowl and give it to the dog.

Fang Jing returned to the stove room, looked at the rabbit on the side of the earthen stove in the stove room, and thought that it should be the one left from yesterday, and then saw that there were no wild vegetables in the stove room, only some bamboo shoots, so he had to walk out of the stove room with a hemp rope and a broken knife at will.

"Little sister, I'll go to the forest to pick some wild vegetables, you and the dog don't run far away at home, and my brother will come back to cook later." Fang Jing instructed the two little babies.

Fang Jing raised her legs and trotted in the direction of the forest, came to the edge of the forest, looked for wild onions, wild garlic, and wild ginger, and wanted to pick some to go back to make a stuffy rabbit meat or fried rabbit meat, picked two large handfuls of wild onions and garlic at random, dug up some wild ginger, and ran home.

Back to the stove room at home, put down the wild vegetables, take off the mouse hanging on the wall, pick up the rabbit on the earthen stove, go to the main house to pick up the kitchen knife I bought today, walk to the open space of the house, and see that there is only the little sister in front of the open space, and the dog baby is estimated to have gone back with the frosting she has received.

"Little sister, you take the wild vegetables in the stove room and go to the ditch with me, I can't take so many things, little sister help me get some." Fang Jing couldn't take down too much with both hands, and she didn't want to run back to lie down, so she had to grieve her little sister who was still happy.

"Brother, are you going to wash wild vegetables? Then I'll wash it for you. Fang Yuan saw that his brother was about to cook, and wanted to help his brother do something.

"My little sister will help my brother work, and I'll grow up." Fang Jing teased her little sister.

The brother and sister came to the ditch, Fang Jing began to cut the rabbit on the stone on the edge of the ditch, the little sister squatted on the edge of the ditch and washed wild vegetables far away, Fang Jing looked at the way the little sister washed the vegetables, and felt funny, the little sister's love for the new shoes began at this moment.

Fang Jing peeled off the rabbit's skin after a while, cleaned the internal organs, and began to dissect the mouse, when he picked up the mouse, he remembered that the mouse in his previous life was a singeing and then dissected, and immediately ran back to the stove with the mouse and started to burn the mouse hair with a flint, and he was not worried that the little sister would fall into the ditch, and it was estimated that it would be difficult for the ditch to drown a person.

It was really a trouble to make a flint fire, Fang Jing finally lit the fire, put it in a small earthen stove and burned it, added branches and firewood, didn't want the fire to be extinguished, burned the rat's whole body hair was almost burned, and threw the rat in a clay pot and carried it to the ditch.

Seeing that the little sister was still far away from the ditch washing wild vegetables, Fang Jing took the mouse back to the stone and began to clean up the mouse, and after cleaning it up, she began to wash the clay pot, and filled it with water, put the rabbit and mouse in it, and prepared to carry it back.

"Little sister, go back after washing, don't feel sorry for the shoes, the shoes can be dried when they are wet, and there is still a pair of flower cloth shoes at home" Fang Jing said helplessly to the little sister.

"Brother, it's all washed, and your shoes won't get wet." Fang Yuan said to Fang Jing with a lovely smile.

"Then let's go back with wild vegetables, my brother will cook in a while." Fang Jing walked forward with the clay pot.

The little sister followed behind with wild vegetables, returned to the stove room, put the clay pot on the earthen stove, the fire was still burning, took out the rabbit and the mouse from the clay pot and put it on the small square chair, carried the knife and chopped it, chopped it into pieces, put it into the clay pot together, put some wild ginger and garlic, and slowly boiled the blanching water, removing the blood foam or something, the little sister consciously went to the earthen stove to burn the fire.

Fang Jing returned to the main room, looked at the coarse salt of the iron pot, came to the right room, and saw that the big bucket was quite clean, so he picked up the iron pot and poured the coarse salt into the wooden barrel. After a while, Fang Jing wanted to use this iron pot to stir-fry and cook in a clay pot.

Fang Jing trotted to the edge of the ditch with the iron pot, cleaned the iron pot, returned to the stove room, saw that the blood foam in the clay pot was already full, and hurriedly picked up the clay pot and trotted to the side of the ditch to clean the meat in the clay pot, and after cleaning, he hurried back to the stove, poured all the meat into the iron pot, returned to the main house with the clay pot, opened the rice bag, took out about ten people's worth of rice from the rice bag and put it in the clay pot, and trotted to the edge of the ditch to wash the rice, the rice was washed almost three times, so he returned to the stove with some water, put the clay pot back to the earthen stove and began to cook.

"Little sister, move the fire to another stove, burn the fire, brother is ready to cook, don't stop the fire in the small stove." Fang Jing told the little sister that he was going to stir-fry.

"Brother, isn't this jar cooking?" Fang Yuan asked curiously.

"My brother bought an iron pot today and came back to cook food, and the dishes made in this iron pot are better than those made in clay pots." Fang Jing explained while placing the iron pot on the other burner of the earthen stove.

The small earthen stove has two stove eyes, one large and one small, the small stove is just right to put the clay pot, and the big stove is just right to put the iron pot, Fang Jing thought about whether there was an iron pot here before, looking at this stove eye, his thoughts couldn't help but think.

Fang Jing put the rabbit meat into the iron pot and fryed, the little sister added firewood under the earthen stove to burn the fire, and the fragrance of the rabbit meat overflowed after a while, the speed of the iron pot was faster than the clay pot I don't know how many times, the speed was very fast, Fang Jing added wild ginger and garlic to it, and slowly stir-fried, almost, scooped water from the wooden barrel and poured it into the pot, covered the pot, and stuffed like this.

Fang Jing was idle, sat next to her little sister, added some firewood to the stove casually, looked at the clay pot and iron pot on the earthen stove, and felt unusually calm in her heart, thinking that she would finally be able to eat well in the future, no longer hungry, and even eat well, this is life.

The little sister leaned on Fang Jing, staring at the fire in the stove with both eyes, smelling the aroma in the pot with her nose, and felt that her brother had become so powerful, although her brother was also very good to her before, but not as good as her current brother was good to her. I don't know what to think in my little thoughts, and I feel that it is most comfortable to rely on my brother.

Half an hour later, Fang Jing got up and went to the main house, returned to the stove with the sauce he bought today, scooped some sauce with a bamboo spoon and poured it into the meat in the pot, added some coarse salt to it by the way, and then turned it over, and then spread the bamboo shoots he had made yesterday on top of the meat, covered the lid and continued to cook.

"What is Jing Wazi doing, so fragrant, this fragrance is everywhere." Muramasa walked in from outside the stove room, looking at the brother and sister laughing.

"Muramasa is here, I'm making rabbit meat, it'll be fine for a while, but, Muramasa, can you go back and get two big plates of vegetables, and by the way, I also bring the dishes and chopsticks for eating, I don't have any extra chopsticks." Fang Jing said to Mura Zheng embarrassedly, it wasn't that Fang Jing didn't respect Muramasa, in fact, it was mainly the habits that Fang Jing brought from her previous life, plus she hadn't recovered yet.

"Well, yes, your house is really gone, I'll go back and get it." Muramasa turned around and went home.

Fang Jing put out the fire in the small stove, the rice in the clay pot was already cooked, as long as the fire was stopped for half an hour, and then the fire would be restored, the rice would be even more delicious.

"Jing Wazi, the big plate was brought to you." The village was carrying a large plate into the stove room.

"Thank you, Muramasa." Fang Jing also took the big plate unceremoniously, put it on the edge of the earthen stove, opened the lid of the pot, and the mist vapor rose, filling the aroma of the stove room. The little sister also stood up and looked at the meat in the pot, her nose twitching.

"Jing Wazi, is this rabbit meat? So fragrant? Muramasa stood while watching Fang Jing eating the food, and he couldn't stand the smell of this fragrance.

"Muramasa, this is rabbit meat, but the method is different from what you do, and I also added some sauce, and the fragrance will be stronger." Fang Jing multiplied all the bamboo shoots and rabbit meat in the pot on a large plate, filling a large plate.

Fang Jing then put the rat meat into the pot and stir-fry, adding some wild ginger and garlic.

"Little sister, increase the heat in the pot, and I'm going to eat in a while."

"Jing Wazi, you're amazing, this dish is fragrant." The village is watching Fang Jing's stir-frying from the side, the unique way is completely different from their cooking, not to mention the fragrance.

"Muramasa, it's just a little troublesome to stir-fry like this, but the dishes are delicious." Fang Jing responded to Muramasa by stir-frying rat meat, stopped the bamboo spoon, and put some firewood in the stove of the clay pot.

In a quarter of an hour, the bamboo shoots and rat meat were fried, and the rice in the clay pot was also cooked, Fang Jing put the bamboo shoots and rat meat on another plate, and then put it on the small table in the main house, and then came back to serve the rabbit meat, and then came back to serve the clay pot, which Uncle Shi happened to come over with his eldest son, second son and daughter-in-law.

"Uncle Shi, Aunt Xiuniang, Da Mao, Ermao, come on, the food is ready, you can eat." Fang Jing saw that each member of the family was holding a bamboo bowl and chopsticks, but fortunately, Fang Jing told the village in advance to bring the dishes and chopsticks, otherwise his family would not know how to eat with three bamboo bowls and two pairs of chopsticks.

There were two large dishes on the small table in the main house, a clay pot of rice on the ground, and a bamboo spoon on the rice, because there was no so-called stool, everyone sat on the ground, Fang Jing first gave Mura Zheng a bowl of rice, then gave Uncle Shi and his daughter-in-law a full bowl, then gave Da Mao Ermao a ride, and finally gave himself and his little sister a ride, after taking the meal, watching Mura Zheng and his family staring at the dishes on the table, saliva flowed out, if it wasn't for the etiquette factor, Fang Jing estimated that they had already started eating.

"Murazheng, Uncle Shi, Aunt Xiuniang, everyone eats, don't talk about such rules at home, feel free." Fang Jing could only say a word first, saving everyone from being restrained and not daring to eat.

"Then everyone will listen to Jing Wazi, feel free, look at this dish, I really can't help it, then let's eat." Mura Zheng first sandwiched a piece of meat to eat, and then everyone stretched out their chopsticks to eat vegetables, Fang Jing sandwiched a few pieces of meat for Xiaomei, and sandwiched a bamboo shoot to eat.

"Fragrant, delicious, so delicious, I've been out for so many years, and I haven't eaten such a delicious dish, Jing Wazi, the food you make is really delicious." Muramasa said loudly.

Muramasa's family all ate meat, and they didn't think that what Muramasa said was exaggerated, and they thought that this dish was so delicious to eat, and the chopsticks never stopped.

Fang Jing feels that these are worth it, as a chef, the most gratifying thing is that the dishes he makes, others say that they are delicious, looking at the three little babies of Da Mao Ermao and Xiao Mei, he feels that it must be delicious for them, although Fang Jing is not a chef, but Fang Jing at this time is sure that he is a chef.