Yang Xiayun didn't know what a foodie meant, so she just praised her again, clapping her hands, "I'm a foodie, I'm a foodie." It made Yang Chuxia cry and laugh.

The family had lunch with Hemeimei, and in the afternoon, Yang Chuxia did not go to the field with Yang Dachuan, but stayed at home to clean the small crabs, shrimps and small fish that he got back in the morning. When the people of the old Yang family saw her cleaning these things by the well, they didn't say much, but every time they passed by her, they would snort twice. But Yang Ruoqiu, who disliked her family's poverty, fell to the bottom of the pot, and even ate this kind of crab shell, and when she saw the little fish, she laughed unceremoniously, saying that she was crazy and even ate the fry.

Yang Chuxia snorted coldly in her heart, sister doesn't care about people like you who don't know anything, go back and wait for my sister to come up with something good, and let you kneel and beg your sister. Thinking about it, she continued to work in her hand, she looked at the little crabs, weighed them a few times, in fact, they were not very small, at least they were about the same size as the home-cooked drunken crabs she had eaten in Ningbo in her previous life.

After she washed the crabs and everything, she cleaned the clay pots, tangerine peels, ginger slices and so on that Yang Dachuan bought.

After that, he and the Wang family moved the condiments to the stove room, and the crab and clay pot were moved to the third room.

This pickled crab has to be salted and brine first, and it is a very critical step, so she sent Yang Qingrui out to let it out before getting it.

"What is Xia Xia going to do?" Wang wiped her hands, although she was very confused about what her daughter was going to do, but this thing was bought, so let's do it, anyway, it will not be good.

"Mother, you go back to our house and put the crabs in a clay pot for me, and I'll use them later."

Speaking of which, Yang Chuxia told Wang about putting tangerine peel and ginger candied fruit at the bottom of the jar before loading the crabs.

When Wang went out, she rolled up her sleeves, added an appropriate amount of water to the pot, then added salt and peppercorns, covered the pot and began to burn.

Her ignition of the fire will naturally attract the attention of the old Yang family, but because of her temperament of starting a fight without saying a word, no one dares to move forward, and Yang Qingrui is still blocking in front of the door, and she can't peek if she wants to.

After the salt brine boiled, Yang Chuxia first put the salt brine into a clean wooden barrel, and then cleaned the stove before carrying the wooden barrel back to the third room.

In the third room, the Wang family had already put the crabs into the jars, and the two clay pots were not very big, but they also packed all the crabs into them.

Seeing this, Yang Chuxia poured the concentrated salt brine into the clay pot, then poured some appropriate amount of rice wine, and then added some ginger, orange peel, plum, etc., and finally sealed it with soju.

Then the raw pickled drunken crab was finished, but when she was done, she suddenly found something that she had forgotten.

That is, there are no refrigerators in this world, and it is so hot that it is easy for things to spoil.

The Yang family definitely won't have an ice cellar or something, how can it be good now?

Yang Chuxia looked at the whole room worriedly, and suddenly her eyes lit up, yes, why didn't she think of it.

She slammed her shovel and began to dig a hole in her house, which startled Wang.

"Xiaxia, what are you doing here? Why ......?"

saw Yang Chuxia stretch out his hand and put it on his mouth, "Shh...... We'll talk about that later. ”

As she spoke, she continued to move in her hands until she dug more than a meter deep, and then she put the two clay pots in, and then carefully covered them with soil.