After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

However, because it is an old hen, it not only needs to control the heat, but also requires time to simmer slowly and for a long time.

Sister Ya and Wen Erlang were looking forward to it and thought they would be able to eat chicken soon.

But I was told that this pot of chicken soup could only be eaten in the evening.

Both of them were a little disappointed.

Jiang Wancheng saw that their little faces had turned sallow recently, so he endured it and asked, "Do you want to have a baby that eats chicken first?"

Sister Ya's face was full of horror when she heard this, and she waved her hands repeatedly: "Sister! They are so small, and they don't have much meat on their bodies, right? I don't want them anymore!"

Wen Erlang also stared at her: "You are so cruel! You don't want to let go of the newborn chicks either."

Jiang Wancheng was stunned, and then laughed.

Knowing that they had misunderstood, I was not upset, so I just went to the cabinet and took out two eggs.

"Oh, eating eggs is cruel. In that case, I'll eat the egg fried rice at noon today by myself!"

It’s not that I can’t give up eggs, but I can’t give up rice.

There isn't much rice left in this batch.

It is impossible to go down the mountain to buy it.

Therefore, we can only eat sparingly and eat some staple food in each section.

But if you are making egg fried rice, you must use a lot of rice for one meal.

But Jiang Wancheng also wanted to make up for the two of them, and more importantly, today was the Laba Festival!
It may have been a long time since they had a delicious meal, but who would have thought that these two would misunderstand that she wanted to eat chicken?
Although there are foods such as eggs in modern times, she respects them, but she would not choose them.

So in ancient times, how could we eat chickens?
Knowing that he had misunderstood her, Wen Erlang blushed instantly.

"You can't explain clearly..."

Sister Ya hugged Jiang Wancheng and giggled: "Sister, sister! I want to eat, I want to eat egg fried rice! Thank you, sister, I was wrong and misunderstood you, don't be angry. …”

Jiang Wancheng touched Sister Ya's little face lovingly.

"My sister Ya is still so good, her mouth is always so sweet, how can I make her angry?"

"However, as long as you don't think in your heart that Sister is inherently cruel and prejudiced against Sister, she will naturally not be so stingy."

Sister Ya acted coquettishly: "Sister, I don't have one..."

Beside him, Wen Erlang's little face had swollen to the color of pig liver, but he stubbornly refused to say anything soft.

But those eyes were clearly filled with shame...

Jiang Wancheng saw through it but didn't say anything. He just thought it was funny. He put his arms around Sister Ya and prepared to go back to pick some vegetable leaves.

Pulled a big carrot.

After shredding, prepare to make radish soup.

After a while, the fragrant Jiang Wancheng's brand egg fried rice and shredded radish soup were ready.

Sister Ya and Wen Erlang had eaten egg fried rice with leeks before, but this was the first time they had fried rice with chopped green onions.

The two of them took the first bite, and their eyes lit up.

It’s this familiar, yet more fragrant taste!
They even hesitate to chew and swallow too quickly.

what……

How long has it been since you had this bite?
Fragrant, every grain of rice.

Every grain of rice is accompanied by a golden egg.

Each chopstick has light green chopped green onion on it.

Holding one mouthful in your mouth, you can feel the satiety of rice, the fluffiness of eggs, and the aroma of chives...

Then the speed couldn't be controlled anymore. The two of them kept grabbing the food and refused to say a word.

Seeing them eating happily, Jiang Wancheng was satisfied.

After serving Mr. Feng a bowl of egg fried rice and a bowl of radish soup at the door, Jiang Wancheng ate by himself.

Before he finished eating, Mr. Feng hurriedly ran out of the study.

Then he ran to the main house with a "dong dong dong" sound and stood at the door staring at Jiang Wancheng with an ecstatic expression. "Little girl, did you make the egg fried rice?"

Jiang Wancheng and the other two were all shocked.

Because, in addition to the long scar, Mr. Feng's already terrifying face now had a black face!

It's really scary to look at.

"Wow!! Wuwuwu... Grandpa Feng is like a ghost, Wuwuwu..."

Sister Ya was so frightened that she turned around and threw herself into Jiang Wancheng's arms and burst into tears.

Wen Erlang also looked horrified and stared at him for a long time without daring to speak.

Mr. Feng was holding a bowl in his hand, and his clothes were in tatters. Looking at it like this... it really looked a bit like...

Jiang Wancheng comforted Sister Ya in his arms while caring about Mr. Feng: "Are you okay?"

Only then did Mr. Feng remember his appearance.

There was a moment of embarrassment on his face, "Sister Ya, don't be afraid. Grandpa, I just tried the poison on myself before I became black-faced. But it's okay. I'll recover in another ten days and a half. If you're afraid, grandpa just hide away." Go back to your room, I won’t scare you!”

Jiang Wancheng stopped him quickly: "Wait! Mr. Feng, why did you test the poison on yourself? What if something happens?"

Faced with concern, Mr. Feng felt warm in his heart.

"Don't worry, little Miss Jiang. When I was 16, I was already invulnerable to all poisons."

"In my early years, I tried hundreds of poisons and tasted hundreds of herbs, and the medicinal properties in my body have long been in conflict with each other."

"This scar on my face was cut by myself in order to release the poison in my body."

"Even after a hundred years, my body will not rot easily."

"There is no poison in this world that can really poison me."

Feng Lao said normally, but Jiang Wancheng could not imagine that his fate would be so bumpy.

"you……"

Wen Erlang also lowered his eyes silently. How has this young boy ever heard of such a surprising thing?
So I could only keep eating to cover up my inner fear and panic.

Jiang Wancheng invited Mr. Feng to come and sit down.

"There's some rice left in the pot, I'll serve it to you."

When he heard that there was more, Mr. Feng was of course not polite. He quickly went back to his room to change into a set of clean clothes, and then came to have dinner with Jiang Wancheng and the others.

However, he recently tried medicine to refine demons, so he avoided sharing a bowl of soup and asked Jiang Wancheng to serve him the radish soup in a small bowl alone.

After eating and drinking, Mr. Feng touched his belly with satisfaction and burped.

"It's really good. From now on, I can eat the food cooked by you, little girl, right?"

Feng Lao looked at Jiang Wancheng's hands and was very pleased to see that they were back to flexibility.

Jiang Wancheng responded with a smile: "Yes! And, didn't you smell it? I am simmering old hen mushroom soup in the pot right now. Let's all make up for it tonight!"

Mr. Feng laughed and said, "Okay, okay..."

At night, the old hen soup that had been simmering for seven or eight hours was finally out of the pot.

Jiang Wancheng gave each of the four of them a large amount of dry food.

Two chicken drumsticks, one for each of the two children.

Jiang Wancheng gave the chicken head and one chicken wing to Feng Lao, ate the other chicken wing himself, and divided the rest of the chicken into pieces.

The chicken weighs four to five kilograms, so each person can fill a bowl with some left in the pot.

When the chicken soup was served, the aroma immediately attracted everyone.

On the brown mushroom soup, there are golden yellow oil and emerald green chopped green onions floating.

Just by smelling it, Sister Ya couldn't help but drool.

Feng Lao also made a fuss, rubbed his hands and sat down quickly: "It's so delicious. I haven't had a bite of meat for a long time. Come on, let's try it!" (End of Chapter)