Seeing that they were all sacrificed, Wang Yongzhu went to the house that sold tofu and fish.

In the past few days, the business of selling tofu is very good, and it is all when the farm is busy, and at this time, the stomach is lost, and there is no strength.

Therefore, no matter whether the family is good or bad, every family will buy some tofu home these days to give their family a tooth sacrifice.

When Wang Yongzhu arrived, the tofu was almost sold out.

There are two large pieces left, and Wang Yongzhu is all round.

took away a big herring, plus the pheasant and rabbit brought by Song Chongjin, and it was considered to be alive.

When he got home, Wang Yongzhu began to work, putting fish in pots and raising them, and the tofu was also iced with well water.

After packing up, Wang Yongzhu looked at the sky.

dug out a small half scoop of mung beans from Mrs. Zhang's upper room, and coaxed Wang Yongping to sit on a bench in the stove house, and lit a fire for Wang Yongzhu and added firewood.

Wang Yongping was disobedient, but looking at the girl's fist, he was very cowardly.

Wang Yongzhu first fried the mung beans, then put half a pot of water, covered the lid and simmered.

In such weather, it is hot and dry, and when the autumn tiger is the most powerful, cook a pot of mung bean soup and send it to the ground, so as not to prevent the family from being sunstroke.

In the morning, I ate steamed buns, and now it's too late to make noodles, Wang Yongzhu simply plans to make stewed noodles, broth, vegetable juice and noodles are fused together, which is convenient and delicious.

While scooping noodles, Wang Yongzhu took out the primary family recipe, found the page of braised noodles, and memorized the steps by heart.

Then I kneaded the dough, which was a little uncomfortable at first, but after a few tries, I found the feeling.

Wang Yongzhu felt that he still had the talent for cooking, especially because he had a lot of strength, and it was not too easy to knead dough or something.

It didn't take long for a large ball of dough to be kneaded and set aside to wake up.

Among the mountain goods collected a few days ago, some of the dried mushrooms that were not in good condition were picked out and soaked in warm water.

The pheasant brought by Song Chongjin in the morning has been plucked and cleaned by the Jiang family. Rabbits too, put salt in a basin and pickle.

Wang Yongzhu fished out the pheasant, brushed the brush and brushed a few knives, and the two chickens lay flat.

Her five senses are super strong now, and it is easy to do these things, and almost every piece of chicken she cuts is about the same size.

Wang Yongping originally wanted to say that this kind of rough work would be done for me, but before he could say anything, he saw the knife flashing a few times, and there were neat chicken nuggets on the cutting board.

If you don't say it, you swallow it with your saliva.

Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Wang Yongping decided not to say anything, no matter how bad the food my sister cooked today, think about the knife work, for the sake of his life, he has to say that it is delicious.

The mung bean soup is cooked, there is no rock sugar, add a little brown sugar, and adjust the taste.

Then serve it in a clean wooden barrel and set it aside to cool.

In the wood-burning stove in the countryside, there are two pots, Wang Yongzhu has washed both pots, put oil respectively, put in green onions, ginger and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant, and then throw in the chicken pieces and fry them until they are browned and discolored, and then put in water, boil over high heat, and put in the dried mushrooms that have been soaked.

Let the chicken broth boil like this, and after it is fragrant, add the beans and eggplant, then cover the pot and simmer until the soup boils.

When the soup was boiling, Wang Yongzhu was busy rolling the noodles again, cutting the noodles evenly, then uncovering the lid, spreading the noodles, and evenly pouring on the beans and eggplant.

Then cover the pot, let Wang Yongping change to low heat, simmer slowly, after a few minutes, open the lid of the pot, pick it with chopsticks, and let the noodles taste evenly.

Wang Yongping sat in front of the stove, listening to Wang Yongzhu's command, adding or decreasing firewood at any time, originally he had no expectations for his sister's craftsmanship.

But smelling the increasingly strong fragrance in the kitchen, his saliva was almost unbearable.

In the end, Wang Yongzhu picked out a noodle and tasted it, it was perfect!

I have to admire myself.

First put out the weight of himself and Wang Yongping, and the rest, two large pots, before I began to worry, how to move these two large pots of noodles and a bucket of mung bean soup to the field?

In the land of the Wang family.

After sacrificing God and ancestors, Wang Yongfu drove the carriage and dragged the Wang family to the ground.

Wang Laozhu looked around, looking at the dozen or so people in his house, and the golden rice field in front of him, and his heart was happy.

Pull a handful of ears of rice in your hand, heavy.

This year's harvest was good! Wang Laozhu had a bottom in his heart.

At the sound of an order, the Wang family went down to the ground one after another, and one person stood still, and began to bury his head in cutting rice.

When the sickle goes down, it falls down in pieces.

Lin is now the time to show the picture, she is originally a good hand at farm work, and she cuts rice quickly and well.

Beside her, there were Jin Dou and Jin Kettle, although the two of them were not as fast as Lin's, but they were also chasing after her.

Wang Yonggui and Sun are too different, Wang Yonggui is slightly stronger, although it is slow, he was scolded by Mrs. Zhang, and threatened not to eat at noon if he was so grinding, so he sped up.

Only the Sun family, who was not very old when he was in the countryside, was later used as a maid for others, and he was really in a hurry with a sickle.

For a while, the sharp straw cut his face, and after a while, the rice mangs got into his neck, itching and hurting, and he was worried that the sickle would not be easy and cut his hands and feet.

There are also cloth shoes I wear, although the water in this rice field is finished, but it is still wet, and when I step on it, the soft mud will not pass the instep.

It was still hard to wear cloth shoes, but she took off her shoes and stepped barefoot in the mud, and she didn't dare.

One moment scared of this, one moment afraid of that, and soon fell behind.

Because it is lined up, it is clear who is fast and who is slow.

The Lin family's furrow is almost half cut, and the Sun family's furrow is still rubbing on the ground.

That's slower than a turtle crawling.

Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but scold: "Didn't you eat? The old lady fed the two steamed buns and chopsticks in the morning that didn't fall over the thick porridge to the dog? If you feed the dog, you can still wag your tail at the old lady, what about you? What can you do? Look at you, do you want to be ashamed? My teenage grandchildren are better than you! Look up for yourself and see! Where do you nest and hatch eggs? ”

"Don't be weird to the old lady and demon Qiaoqiao, and think that you are a pretty widow in the county, coaxing the men to give you food and drink? Now in my old Wang's house, put away those unsightly thoughts, and then grind and chirp like this, if you don't finish cutting this furrow today, don't want to eat! ”

Sun lowered his head, bit his lip stubbornly, and couldn't help but look at Wang Yonggui in front of her left with his eyes asking for help, and whispered: "San Lang, I won't~~"

Wang Yonggui himself is difficult to protect, he can't complete the task, and now his mother-in-law, who has become ruthless, will definitely not give him food, where is there any air to manage the Sun family.

Immediately said impatiently: "What are you shouting?" What's not to do? Won't you look at it? Or can you just watch me and finish it? Hurry up and cut, you will have food after cutting......"

After saying that, he only cared about himself.

Sun was angry, knowing that there was no hope, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{article_title}", pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants

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Chapter 371: Culinary Talent