When Mrs. Sun heard Yang Huazhong's inquiry, she also had a happy look on her face.
She smiled and said: "Just put together a few things to prepare the meal. You don't need to clean it up. You can go and transfer yours."
Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Ruoqing again, "If Qing'er has nothing to do in the morning, I'll stay for lunch and help your mother by the way."
Yang Ruoqing was happy, "Dad, the last sentence is the key point, right? Hahaha..."
Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.
Sun also laughed.
"Don't worry, dad. I ate the candied date rice made by my mother, and now I can't use all my strength. I'll help my mother later."
At this point, Yang Huazhong felt relieved to go out for a walk. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Sun his approximate route.
It’s just wandering around the family’s rapeseed and wheat fields. If I have time, I’ll sit at the houses of old brothers like Changgen Daniu, smoke cigarettes, drink tea, talk about mountains, etc. This is their way of life. He and his social circle have been integrated into his bones for most of his life. It would be hard to get used to living in another place and enjoying happiness.
After Yang Huazhong left, Yang Ruoqing went back to Luo's house to say hello to Wang Cuilian, then turned back to her parents' house.
Hey, that’s the good thing about the close proximity between her mother’s family and her husband’s family. Being married is no different than not being married, and both parties can be taken care of.
By the well behind the kitchen, Mrs. Sun had killed a big rooster and was plucking its feathers there.
Yang Ruoqing recognized this big rooster at a glance as the most majestic and domineering one in the backyard. Every time it appeared, it was surrounded by a group of mature or young hens.
The hens rushed to offer it the bugs they pulled out in the grass, trying to please it in various ways. Two hens even got jealous and fought over it.
This rooster is like a domineering president, turning a blind eye to all this. It flutters its wings every day and patrols the territory like a king. Those young roosters who try to challenge it are trampled under its claws. One of them A white rooster was even pecked until it became bald, and a circle of red goosebumps appeared on its neck. In the cold weather, the exposed skin of the poor little rooster was covered in frostbite, which was scary to look at.
But now, the domineering president was being held in a hot water tub to pluck his hair. The president's two-meter-long legs stood up high, as if to express his contempt for this cruel world.
"Mom, why did you kill it? How beautiful is this rooster? Don't you keep it for sowing in the spring?" Yang Ruoqing came over and asked.
This was Sun's original plan, so Yang Ruoqing asked this question.
Mrs. Sun was so busy that she didn't even have time to raise her head. "I took a look and saw that I couldn't bear to kill the hen. It is the biggest among the roosters. Look, it weighs three or four kilograms with its feathers plucked and its internal organs removed." It can make a big pot of stew."
Yang Ruoqing sighed in her heart and looked at the hens squatting together in the corner with their heads tilted towards this side and their little eyes. I feel sorry for you, you will have to be widows in the future.
"Mom, please arrange some errands for me."
"Go and help me soak those porcini mushrooms," said Sun.
"Wow, porcini mushrooms are a good thing. Mom, are you taking out the good stuff from the bottom of the box to entertain Xiao Hei?"
Mrs. Sun smiled, "You are a guest when you come to the door, so we have to show the etiquette that we should have to treat guests. Go quickly, I have left the pot on the table."
"Okay!"
Yang Ruoqing ran away with her butt bumping, and she had a treat at noon, chicken and porcini mushrooms, it was so delicious just thinking about it that her taste buds exploded!
Sun not only killed the chicken, but also fried the rice noodles, crushed them together with fennel, star anise, salt and other ingredients to make steamed meat rice noodles.
I went to Sun's house and when I came back, I had two kilograms of pork belly in my hand.
The color of the pork belly is very good, 70% lean and 30% fat. The fatness and leanness are as obvious as the cloud pattern of natural marble. Cut into slices of appropriate thickness, evenly wrapped with rice noodles, and served in a large black earthenware bowl. Inside, there are potato chunks on the bottom, and it is steamed in a pot across the water.
"Qing'er, have you prepared small yellow croaker? What are you going to do with this small yellow croaker?" Yang Ruoqing found the dried small yellow croaker among the ingredients prepared by Sun and asked excitedly.
Mrs. Sun thought for a moment, "In the past, we always ate pan-fried small yellow croakers. Why don't we eat them differently now?"
“Which way to eat it?”
"I still have half a bowl of steamed pork rice noodles left from the steamed pork rice noodles. How about we make fried small yellow croakers?"
Yang Ruoqing stroked her palms: "Okay, okay, I'm excited as soon as I hear it, so what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Light a fire to cook, pour oil to stir-fry, and a cheerful piece of music suddenly plays in the kitchen.
Starting from the time Yang Huamei left, Sun and Yang Ruoqing prepared the ingredients without any delay.
It took nearly an hour to prepare the ingredients, and then started to make a fire to cook. It was still early for lunch.
If converted into modern time, it should be around 9:30 am now.
It's already too early to start cooking at this time, and usually the guests will come over half an hour later, which is around ten o'clock.
After the guests arrive, we drink tea, eat snacks, and chat. Half an hour has passed, and we can start dinner at the stroke of eleven o'clock.
It is not good for guests to come too early because the host's food has not been cooked yet. Not only is the guest bored, but it also creates a psychological burden on the host, who may not be able to cook well.
However, as soon as the first steamed pork was placed in the pot, Yang Huamei came over with Xiao Hei.
At that time, Mrs. Sun was stirring rice noodles and small yellow croakers, when suddenly a stocky, fat boy walked into the kitchen with his back bent, and the light in the kitchen was dimmed.
"Third aunt, Sister Qing'er."
The male voice of an adolescent boy sounded very distinctive. When it suddenly sounded from behind, it was accompanied by a tap on the shoulder.
Sun was startled, and a small yellow croaker fell to the ground with a shake of her hand.
"It scared my third aunt, hahaha!"
Xiao Hei laughed, and the flesh on his face squeezed his eyes into slits. He still has a dark face, and his face is still the same as when he was a child. There is obviously no dirt on his face, but no matter how he washes it, it always looks like his face is dirty.
"Ah, it's Xiao Hei? Are you here alone? Where's your mother?" Mrs. Sun adapted, raised her head and asked her nephew, who was already a head taller than herself.
Xiao Hei pointed behind him casually: "I'm going to my grandmother's house."
His eyes crossed Sun's shoulder and began to search for the target on the pot table.
Unfortunately, they were all raw ingredients and he didn't find what he wanted.
"Third Aunt, what's in that?" he asked, pointing to the steaming cauldron at the edge.
Mrs. Sun smiled gently, "It's steamed pork with rice flour."
"Really? Let me see." Xiao Hei walked over and was about to lift the lid of the pot, but Sun quickly stopped him.
"Don't burn it, I'll take it off."
Mrs. Sun opened the heavy wooden lid of the pot. After the heat dispersed a little, Xiao Hei could see clearly the steamed pork on the steamer tray and grinned with satisfaction.
