After Ying Qingci's simple explanation, Huang Xuecao finally understood that the yams she brought back were indeed edible.
"Milk, put this away first, I'll do it later."
"Okay." After Huang Xuecao finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something was wrong and looked at Ying Qingci dully, "My dear, can you cook?"
"Yes, milk. You forgot, I did it many times when I was on the run."
Ying Qingci didn't know why Huang Xuecao suddenly asked this, but she did cook a lot of dishes with them when they were fleeing from famine.
When escaping from famine, the situation was urgent and she didn't have time to think. Moreover, during the escape, Ying Qingci usually used local ingredients. Having said that, the dishes she cooked did taste fresher than those she cooked.
Huang Xuecao was stunned. She thought it was because they had been hungry for too long. Now that she thought about it, could it be because her family was so obedient?
"As for how it tastes, you will know after you taste it after I make it."
Ying Qingci bought spices before, but there were too many changes on her way to escape, so she took the most primitive approach.
"Hey, okay..." Huang Xuecao nodded mechanically, his eyes falling on Ying Qingci, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Ying Qingci picked a few yams. There was no peeler here, so she had to use a knife to peel off the skin on the surface of the yams, and then put them in a wooden basin aside.
The thatched house was some distance from the water source, but fortunately, Ying Shuangsong had thought of this problem before and picked up a few loads of water early, which was enough for them to use.
Filling the wooden basin with water, Ying Qingci began to wash the yams. She also washed a few unpeeled yams and steamed them directly in the pot.
The pheasants brought back in the morning have also been cleaned with yellow snow grass.
The kitchen had been tidied up, and Ying Qingci brought the cleaned yams and pheasants into the kitchen and placed them on the cutting board.
She chopped the pheasant meat into small pieces to ensure that everyone in the family could eat it. She cut the yam into small pieces, and cut some into slices for stir-frying later.
As for the yam cut into small pieces, prepare to make soup with the pheasant. The pheasant and yam soup is good for warming the body and stomach, and is very good for the human body.
A fire was lit under the stove, water was poured into the pot, and a few pieces were added. Ying Qingci added a few pieces of mountain ginger to remove the fishy smell. After blanching the meat, Ying Qingci cleaned the pheasant meat and put it into the pot again to stew.
She lowered her head and kept adding heat to the stove. The heat for cooking pheasant soup must be moderate. It must be boiled over high heat first, and then turned down to low heat. Otherwise, the taste will be affected.
"Hui Niang, what are you doing?"
Ying Qingci was lighting a fire in the kitchen when Huang Xuecao's voice suddenly came from outside, with obvious rejection in her voice.
"Auntie, if it hadn't been for Xiaoliu today, our Heiba would have been in trouble and our family was poor. These eggs are our own and are not worth much, so just accept them."
Ying Qingci raised her head and looked outside, and saw Qin Huiniang holding a basket with eggs in her hand, and the two of them were pushing each other back and forth.
"Aunt Huiniang, it's just a little effort. We are all neighbors, so you don't have to be so polite."
Hearing the sound, Qin Huiniang and Huang Xuecao looked up together.
"This is not okay. You saved Hei Wa's life and are the benefactor of our family. There is nothing good in the house. You must accept these eggs no matter what!"
"Auntie, if you don't accept it, I will never feel better about it!"
"Okay, we have collected the things. Huiniang can rest assured now, right?"
Huang Xuecao knew that Huiniang was Heiwa's mother, and she saved his life obediently. If she didn't accept it, Huiniang wouldn't be able to let it go.
She took the basket from Qin Huiniang's hand. Ying Qingci's eyes fell on Qin Huiniang and found that her expression did not change at all. Obviously, she came to express her gratitude sincerely.
"Just in time, I made chicken soup at home and will stay for dinner later."
"No, aunt, how can this be done..."
When Qin Huiniang heard this, she quickly refused.
She was here to say thank you, so how could she have dinner at their house?
"Aunt Hui Niang, I just happened to bring something new today. Can you stay and taste it later?"
"No, no need. The food at home has to be ready. Madam, I won't stay here and will leave first."
After Qin Huiniang said goodbye, she quickly turned around and left, fearing that Huang Xuecao would really force her to stay here to eat if she stayed any longer.
After she left, Huang Xuecao looked at Ying Qingci and raised the basket in his hand, "My dear, what's going on?"
Ying Qingci briefly told what happened when he met Hei Wa and the others on the mountain. After hearing this, Huang Xuecao suddenly realized.
"Nai, after the chicken soup is cooked, I'll just send a bowl to Aunt Huiniang's house."
"good."
Just as Huang Xuecao nodded, a strong fragrance suddenly appeared in the room. She wrinkled her nose vigorously and kept inhaling along the source of the fragrance.
"smell good……"
Before she could speak, Ying Shuangzhu and the others suddenly popped up one by one. When Huang Xuecao saw them, she immediately lost her temper.
"You guys, your noses are sharper than those of a dog!"
Ying Shuangzhu chuckled, "Mom, you don't blame us, it's just that the fragrance is too strong."
"Speaking of which, Mom, what delicious food did you make for lunch today? It tastes so good?"
They had never smelled such a delicious smell before, even more fragrant than the meat they had eaten before.
Huang Xuecao laughed and scolded him, but still spoke proudly.
"It's not me, it's the chicken soup cooked by Guaiguai!"
Although she couldn't help but swallow her saliva when she smelled the fragrance, Huang Xuecao felt very proud when facing her children. Sure enough, her granddaughter was considerate.
"little six?"
"Chicken soup made by my sister?"
Several voices spoke in unison, falling on Ying Qingci one after another, with shock and a hint of expectation in their eyes.
Ying Qingci smiled. She didn't expect the fragrance to be so strong. Could it be because she used spiritual spring water that was concentrated from the essence of life? Or is it because she used spices that were planted in the space before? Is that why it smells so good?
"Yes, I made yam and pheasant soup using the yams I brought back."
"Wow, it smells so good!"
Ying Qingjia's eyes were fixed on the direction of the kitchen, and even Ying Qinghan's eyes were drifting towards the kitchen. The smell was so delicious.
The scent passed through the thatched house and spread out of the small yard. The scent could be smelled on the entire street close to the Ying family. Some people poked their heads out from time to time and glanced in the direction of the Ying family's thatched house.
"What does it smell like?"
"Where does this smell come from?"
"Mom, it smells so good, it smells so good."
Next door, Hei Wa's food was already on the table. Suddenly, a burst of aroma wafted from not far away, which directly hooked Hei Wa's stomach.
