The dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve is naturally more hearty, and the more you do, the better, so much that you can't finish it, so that you can have more than enough every year.

When he came back from the bamboo house, Jiang Wancheng laid out all the ingredients.

We're going down the mountain tomorrow, so what we should eat and what we can eat, we're going to make it clean tonight.

Rice and flour are not required, but there is no need to go down the mountain with this half of the ribs.

There is also a white radish, a carrot, half a frozen cabbage, half a thawed pumpkin, and a few winter bamboo shoots just dug up yesterday.

Jiang Wancheng went to the vegetable field to look for it again, and finally found a little old ginger that could be used, and the rest could no longer be eaten.

She thought about it for a while, and first asked Orion to process the other half of the pork ribs into pieces, and then blanch them with ginger slices to remove the fish.

The other half, she rubbed it with flour and ginger water before setting it aside.

After Feng Lao deliberately went out of the bamboo forest and successfully found a few branches that had not dried up and were of the right size and shape, Jiang Wancheng cleaned the branches and ribs together and strung them together and put them aside for later use.

For the rest, all side dishes are cut and set aside.

Heat the remaining little lard from yesterday, then put the chopped pork ribs into small pieces in the pot, fry the water dry, and after the color is golden, Jiang Wancheng drops the ginger slices, and then puts in the hot water.

The condiments are limited, so we can only hope that the taste of the food itself can be stimulated not so original, but can be made delicious with the blessing of cooking.

After the water boiled, it boiled for another quarter of an hour before Jiang Wancheng threw the red and white radishes into the pot.

Then place the dough that you have already rolled out on the surface.

And splash the excess water on top of the dough.

This is the piggy quilt that has been popular in modern times!

Although the color is less, it is just a fresh.

Of course, this little staple food is not enough for a few of them.

So Jiang Wancheng made pumpkin steamed buns again.

After the ribs were cooked, she hurriedly steamed the steamed buns.

There is no steamer, so a few branches are set up in the pot, and the water is boiling below, and the steamed buns are resting on it.

Afraid that the bottom would be soaked and soft, the branches would be higher and denser.

This side of the steamed bun has just been put into the pot, and the grilled ribs on the other side are also on the fire rack.

This task was handed over to Feng Lao and Wen Erlang.

The two of them took care of a row of grilled ribs, which was naturally very attentive, and after a while, the fat on the ribs began to simmer with oil, exuding a strong aroma of meat.

Sister Ya'er had been following Jiang Wancheng back and forth, like a little heel, but she was suddenly attracted by the rich aroma of grilled pork ribs.

"Wow...... Second brother, this meat looks so fragrant......"

Wen Erlang gave her a small roll of the eyes, "It smells, doesn't it look fragrant!" ”

Sister Ya'er: "But it looks very fragrant and delicious." ”

Wen Erlang didn't bother to talk to her.

At this moment, Wen Dalang also came back from outside.

He was holding a pheasant in his hand, and Jiang Wancheng exclaimed when he saw this: "Da Langjun! You're amazing, aren't you? As soon as we recover from our injuries, we can hunt pheasants for us to eat!! Sure enough, it has to be you! ”

Wen Chaoyan, who was praised, had a smile like a spring breeze on his face.

It's just that the beard that has grown back during this time has covered his originally handsome face, so he looks a little straightforward when he laughs.

Jiang Wancheng still looked at his big and bright eyes, and couldn't take his eyes off his smile.

Feng Lao on the side simply didn't look at it.

"Ahem! Cheng'er, take a look at the steamed buns in your pot, are they all cooked? ”

Jiang Wancheng woke up like a dream, and quickly turned around to get busy again.

Wen Chaoyan glanced at Feng Lao, and then turned around to deal with the pheasant.

Feng Lao stared at the back of the Orion and snorted coldly: What are you looking at!? Hmph, stinky boy, can you hunt?

If you have the ability, don't eat his grilled ribs later!!

No, wouldn't you be able to eat the roast pheasant you made in vain?

No, no, no, you must not fight against food.

Feng Lao sighed discouragedly: Hey! The apprentice who just recognized has not yet been raised, why does he feel that he has been arched away by Brother Pig......

Where did Jiang Wancheng know that her master's old man was sad at the moment.

She's serious about preparing the next dish.

Stewed pheasant with bamboo shoots.

After Orion had finished the pheasant and gave it to her, her steamed buns were also out of the pot.

It is still necessary to boil off the blood water first to remove the fish, then re-boil the ice water of the mountain spring, and put in the washed chicken pieces and ginger slices.

After the water boils, simmer for a quarter of an hour, and then throw the same blanched bamboo shoots into the pot.

This pheasant stew takes a long time.

Therefore, during the period, several people first ate all the oily grilled pork ribs that had already been roasted.

One person also ate a pumpkin steamed bun.

The steamed buns are fragrant and sweet, and the pork ribs are oily and fragrant.

Moreover, the pork ribs do not have a fishy smell, and when you bite into it, the meat will burst into oil in your mouth, but there is no lack of dry fragrance.

Jiang Wancheng was pleasantly surprised.

The ribs, as well as the aroma of the twigs, completely overshadowed some of the flavor of the food itself.

Fragrant, not greasy, filling.

After one person nibbled on a pork rib and steamed bun and padded his stomach first, the time began to become too long.

Especially on the side, there are obviously roasted pork ribs, but I can't eat them.

Obviously, there is still stewed hot chicken soup with winter bamboo shoots on the side, but the heat has not yet arrived.

Jiang Wancheng and Sister Ya'er simply played with the rope, and after a while, they taught her to catch the rope.

Wen Erlang saw that his eyes showed envy, and Orion lifted him up and went to the bamboo forest to punch for a while.

He now realizes that raising children is not only about being fed and clothed, but also about reading, and also about a healthy body.

Wen Erlang and Sister Ya'er are too weak, especially Wen Erlang, who studies all day long, but his body is as thin as the wind, let alone the wind and snow.

"From now on, Erlang, you will have to learn how to shoot arrows and fight boxing with me every day. Not only do you need to study, but you also need to learn how to protect your family and yourself. ”

Although Wen Erlang's legs were flashing wildly, he still pursed his lips after hearing this, "Yes, brother." ”

Finally, as night fell, the pot of pheasant soup was finally stewed.

Jiang Wancheng reheated the piggy quilt and pumpkin steamed buns.

"It's time to eat!"

The hot Chinese New Year's Eve meal, under the cliff, beside the warm fire, began.

A lonely soul in another world.

An old man who has lived in seclusion for more than 20 years, but is extremely lonely.

A young hunter with a pair of young brothers and sisters who has never had a Chinese New Year's Eve meal in five years.

There is also a pair of childish brothers and sisters who have never been so happy.

The five people had a lively Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, talking, chatting, and laughing.

The chicken is soft and deboned.

The bamboo shoots are crisp and fragrant.

As for the piggy quilt, the ribs are also soft and rotten, and the side dishes melt as soon as they are sipped, and the quilt dough is even more delicious, salty and fragrant.

Feng Lao and Wen Erlang both like this dish the most.

After another bite of chicken soup, several people let out a long sigh......

Because, it's so comfortable!

I don't know how long I have eaten it, but I still haven't finished it.

All five of them collapsed on their stomachs, never feeling so satisfied.

Feng Lao sighed: "Oh, it's a pity. It's such a good day tonight, but there is no sip of wine! ”

Jiang Wancheng comforted him: "Wait until you go down the mountain, I'll make another meal for you, Master, and drink it again." ”

Feng Lao naturally agreed repeatedly.

Sister Ya'er had already begun to doze off.

Wen Erlang was also lazy by this fire.

Suddenly, Orion asked, "Do you want to see the fireworks?" ”

Jiang Wancheng was the first to be interested, and raised her hand obediently: "I want to!" ”