The pheasant is not big, only weighing about two or three kilograms. If it were not for the messy appearance that Ying Qingci handled, it would be obvious at first glance that the chicken is not yet mature, so Ying Qingci caught it.
The water source was water from the bamboo tube that Ying Qingci brought back. As for the pot, they used the relatively worn pot they had brought before.
"Sister, eat meat~"
"Okay, let's give our Xiao Qi some chicken drumsticks later."
"Chicken legs, are they delicious?"
Xiao Qinghao opened his eyes, holding the corner of Ying Qingci's clothes with his little hands, curiosity shining in his eyes.
But when other people heard these words, they felt particularly sad, especially Huang Xuecao, who reached out to touch the tears at the corners of his eyes.
Ying Qinghao has never eaten chicken drumsticks when he has grown up to this age. In the past, Ying Dahai and Lian Zhaodi often went to their home to enjoy the autumn breeze, and the drumsticks were snatched away by them, which was a pity for their children.
"It's delicious. Xiao Qi will be able to eat it soon."
Ying Qingci touched the little bunch of hair on the top of his head and wanted to press it down. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took his hand back, it stood up again.
She smiled, walked to one side, and broke the wild vegetables she brought back into pieces. She had already washed them in the space, otherwise the family would definitely not be willing to use water to wash the vegetables after taking them out.
"Sister, let me help you."
Ying Qinghao watched Ying Qingci squatting in front of the wild vegetables, and he also squatted down. He imitated Ying Qingci, picked up a wild vegetable, and started tearing it apart.
However, he was still too young and couldn't control his own strength. The wild vegetable in his hand was torn to pieces.
Ying Qingci didn't feel bad either. Seeing the smile on his face, he was happier than anything else.
"Sister, here it is~"
Ying Qinghao handed the messy wild vegetables he grabbed in front of Ying Qingci, with an innocent smile on his face.
"Our Xiao Qi is awesome."
After the wild vegetables were processed, Zhu Qing and Huang Xuecao also processed the pheasants. Fortunately, Ying Qingci brought back a lot of water this time, otherwise they would not be willing to waste so much water.
The chicken soup was cooked, but the chicken was too small and it was unrealistic to eat meat to satiate the hunger, so he had to drink more soup to satisfy his hunger.
The family didn't have much money, and the life of Ying's family was originally not rich. The family's life was tight, and they were thankful to be able to fill their stomachs. Unexpectedly, after the war, a severe drought hit, which put them in trouble. middle.
It’s not enough for them to eat only meat. If they eat too much meat, they will suffer from indigestion and easily get angry.
It seems that they have to find a way to make money. They need too many things along the way, and those things are inseparable from money.
Although she has space now, in the final analysis, she is still poor. It can be said that she is completely destitute.
No matter when, ancient or modern, money is a hard commodity that cannot be separated from.
What Huang Xuecao cooked was the most primitive chicken soup. After the heat reached a certain level, Huang Xuecao opened the wooden lid on the pot and put the wild vegetables in.
Families living in the countryside cannot afford to eat meat all year round. Occasionally, they eat meat during the Chinese New Year. At that time, there is very little meat that can be eaten in the mouth. Or they add more vegetables when cooking the meat. Oil and water are also good.
Speaking of which, these two meals were the best they had ever eaten. Although it was just broth, one person could eat several pieces of meat.
There are wild vegetables cooked in the chicken soup, and the smell spreads far and wide.
The eyes of many refugees who had just arrived here fell on them. To be precise, they fell on the pot of fragrant chicken soup in front of them.
At this time, it’s good to have something to eat. This family can still cook chicken soup so leisurely. It’s definitely not an ordinary family.
But looking at their clothes, they were either refugees fleeing famine or refugees, which seemed strange.
The Ying family members ignored those people's gazes, and each of them held a bowl. They have been waiting for a long time for the fragrant chicken soup in the pot.
Xiao Qinghao, in particular, yearns for the chicken drumstick that Ying Qingci mentioned.
Two chicken legs, one was given to Ying Qinghao and the other to Ying Qingci. Ying Qingci wanted to refuse, but was stopped by Huang Xuecao's eyes.
"Xiao Liu, you found this. I'll give you these chicken legs."
"Yes, sister, you eat to replenish your body."
Ying Qingjia gulped down the chicken soup in the bowl, regardless of whether it was hot or not, and kept talking while drinking.
"Yes, sister, we can just drink the soup. Besides, there is a lot of meat."
Ying Qinghan pushed back Ying Qingci's outstretched hand, lowered his head and took a bite of the vegetables in the bowl.
As soon as I took a bite, the soup concentrated on the wild vegetables came out. Even if it burns his mouth, Ying Qinghan is reluctant to spit it out.
Although it is a wild vegetable, it is covered with a thick layer of oil. Although the pheasant is not fat, it has a lot of oil on it. This wild vegetable has been cooked in the pot for a long time, and it tastes like... A strong umami flavor.
'Suck~'
Someone around him suddenly took a breath, swallowed his saliva, and stared at the chicken soup.
We are all refugees, who can have an easier time? But at this time, if you are kind and give it to the first person, then there will be a second person and a third person. Their pot of soup will not be enough to share.
At this moment, a big man walked up not far away, walking in their direction, but his eyes fell on the chicken soup in front of them.
"Hand over the food!"
The big man walked up to them. When the people around him saw this, they turned their heads one after another, for fear that they would be affected. They didn't have any extra food. Who made this family so public? He actually ate chicken and drank chicken soup on the road. Is this inappropriate because he was recruiting people?
Ying Qingci finished the last bite of meat and looked at the big man.
"What are you looking at? I want you to hand over the food!"
The big man noticed Ying Qingci's gaze, but how could he stand in the way of a little peasant girl? Not to mention her, he didn't even take Ying Shuangsong seriously.
These people are simply not enough for him to fight.
"Why? This is our food! Why should we hand it over!"
"Why? Why don't you come here and ask for my name, Master Ma? You are eating meat in front of me, Master Ma. I think you are tired of living."
With that said, the man who called himself Master Ma directly raised his foot and kicked Ying Qingjia who spoke.
Ying Qingci narrowed his eyes. He couldn't restrain his strength from this kick. If his second brother was kicked, he would definitely be seriously injured.
'boom! '
She quickly stood up and kicked her right leg out, directly blocking the big man's movement. Then, she landed on the ground and used the strength of the dead tree on the side to kick the big man's leg bone.
'boom--'
The big man was kicked down and kneeled on the ground. As soon as he raised his head, a knife was placed in front of him.
"What? Do you still want it?"
Ying Qingci's voice was calm, and her eyes fell on the big man. She was obviously just a little peasant girl, but Master Ma felt murderous intent in her.
This little peasant girl is very dangerous!
