Traveling through the farmhouse: farming and making a fortune and raising cubs

Chapter 41 41 What's for Lunch Today ([-])
Fortunately, Li Hao's morality was not good enough, so he couldn't see the flash of embarrassment on his mother's face at all.

Li Yu came out of the kitchen: "Mom, the chicken soup is boiling, and I put the bamboo shoots in, what are we going to do now?"

Li Yu's favorite thing to do now is to help his mother, who cooks very deliciously, and he can smell the fragrance when he burns the fire, as if he has already eaten it in his mouth.

"Whatever, just watch the fire. I'll go to the vegetable garden to have a look."

Put the eel on the kitchen table, took a vegetable basket and sickle, turned around and went out again.

The other vegetables in the vegetable garden have just emerged, and the largest ones are no higher than the height of a finger, so they are still inedible, but the leeks are growing well, as they were in the field before.

Two years ago, my parents-in-law moved to a new yard. Although the vegetable garden was abandoned, the leeks and shallots have been growing tenaciously.

When he first moved here, Li Changhui tidied up the vegetable garden, replanted the shallots and leeks, and watered them. Recently, they have grown very well, and the shallots have been pinched and eaten several times.

What's more, in the past few days, Lin He has specially used spiritual power to warm him up, so he will naturally look better.

At noon, stewed chicken with bamboo shoots and dry-stir-fried eel, she is going to have another scrambled eggs with leeks.

As far as these two big dishes are concerned, they are already very good dishes in the village. Many people may not be willing to eat them like this during the Chinese New Year.

But it doesn't matter to Lin He, if you don't have any, just eat something, now you have these things at home, why keep them?

What's more, there is no refrigerator here. The pheasants were killed yesterday, and the rice field eels cannot be stored for long. The temperature has also risen slowly recently.

Besides, thinking about it carefully, from returning to Xiang'an Village to now, on the day of digging bamboo shoots, Li Changhui took a rest, and was busy all the time.

Busy farming, busy hunting, busy making money.

Plowing the paddy field is even more tiring. When Li Changhui was eating porridge just now, she saw him move his shoulders unnaturally, which she had never seen before.

Obviously, the work of plowing the fields is indeed more difficult and harder than the previous work.

After all, he is the head of the family who supports his family. They have worked so hard, so it is right to reward them with some delicious food.

The previously sparse leeks were divided into small plants by Li Changhui and planted in a small field. Although they had not had time to grow into a large clump, new leek seedlings had grown from the original plants, and they were growing quite well.

There are a lot of them if you cut them all off, add two eggs, just enough to fry on a plate.

There is also a plate of sour bamboo shoots that Li Changhui wanted to eat, which is also a dish, which is almost enough.

When I returned to the kitchen, I had already calculated what to eat for dinner.

"Yu'er will go up the mountain with me in the afternoon. Let's dig some bamboo shoots. Your father wants to eat sour bamboo shoots, but we don't have any at home. Let's dig some wild onions by the way."

Li Yu was guarding the fire, and looked up curiously after hearing this: "Mother, daddy likes to eat sour bamboo shoots?"

His mother's fried wild onions are also delicious, and now Li Yu doesn't reject them at all.

But, dad likes to eat sour bamboo shoots?
Why didn't he see it?

"Well, do you remember the way to the Bamboo Forest? We'll go there in the afternoon."

The sour bamboo shoots made from mottled bamboo shoots are more delicious. If someone wants to eat them, she doesn't mind the trouble.

But she only went to the Bamboo Forest once, and if she goes again now, she might not be able to find it in a while.

"I remember, but it is estimated that many people have to dig bamboo shoots these days."

He has seen several people go up the mountain today, and now they are going to dig bamboo shoots, but not as fast as last time.

"It's okay, as much as you can dig."

Meals in the evening are not time-consuming, and they can stay on the mountain for a while.

It's also fortunate that there is no one else in the family, otherwise she would laugh at how kind she is to the head of the family.

Cut the fishy eels into sections, divide the small ones into two pieces, and divide the large ones into four pieces, and cut them into thin strips, not particularly thin, but not very thick either.

Because the rice field eel has a strong taste, the ginger is still shredded, and a little white wine is poured to marinate it first.

Clean up the inedible yellow leaves of the leeks, wash and cut into sections for later use, and beat two more eggs, which can be fried directly later.

The aroma of chicken soup has come out, as well as the unique aroma of bamboo shoots.

The moment the lid was lifted, the whole kitchen was filled with the smell of food, and I stirred it a few times with a spoon to prevent sticking to the pan.

The pheasant and bamboo shoots need to be stewed for a while, otherwise they won't be able to chew, but they can cook now.

When the rice is cooked, the pheasant is almost ready to serve, and then we will cook the rice field eel and stir-fry leeks.

Lin He thought, there should be no need to call for someone. After all, Li Changhui always came back on time when it was time for dinner, so it doesn't make sense to wait for someone to call today.

Add water and rice, think about it, and add another handful of rice.

Today's dish should be worth half a bowl of rice for everyone, not to mention that we are tired from work today and have an extra Li Changsheng.

I wonder if there are potatoes in this world.

This world is different from the ancient times that Lin He knew. In the memory of the original owner, there were all kinds of vegetables, such as tomatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes, and sweet potatoes, which were common vegetables in her previous life.

It's a pity that the original owner has been to the farthest place, which is the town, and only went there a few days after being sold. Before that, he never had the opportunity to leave his original village.

The original owner had never seen or heard of the potato that Lin He was thinking about, let alone whether there was such a thing.

But Lin He wondered, since there are all kinds of other vegetables, this potato may also take root somewhere, but it hasn't spread to their area yet.

Just like canola and canola oil.

As I thought about it, I just thought about the past few days, wandering around, thinking of all kinds of unplanned plans, and my face was about to wrinkle into a ball.

It feels like there is too much to do and too little time.

"Mother, mother?" The shoulder was pushed, Li Yu looked at her suspiciously, saw her come back to her senses, and hurriedly asked: "Mother, why are you standing here with the bowl all the time?"

"Huh?" Lin He lowered his head, only to realize that he was holding half a bowl of rice, standing in a daze in front of the rice vat.

"It's okay, I just thought of something suddenly, I'll talk about it later."

Quickly wash the rice and cook.

The rice can be stewed directly, and there is a thin layer of rice crust under it.

But Lin He is going to do something else today, just add more water, and when the rice is half cooked, pour it out and filter the rice soup with a newly bought small shauke.

After filtering the rice, put a layer of gauze under the steaming grid like steamed buns, pour in the rice, and steam it directly.

This kind of rice tastes distinct, chewy and very delicious.

Lin He likes to eat rice like this. If it is polished rice, it will taste better, but she thought it was troublesome before, so she never did this.

What the villagers often do is to filter the half-cooked rice, not to steam it, but to stuff it.

Spread sauerkraut, or beans, or sweet potato and pumpkin on the bottom of the pot, pour rice on top, and add water to the side of the pot, so that the stuffed rice has both rice soup and vegetables.

Thinking in a mess, the movements of the hands are not slow at all, the pheasant is cooked, let Li Hao go to the yard to watch, if she sees Li Changhui and the others come back, call her, she will prepare to cook other dishes.

(End of this chapter)