The beauty of the lady

Chapter 15 Zhao's Plan (2)
My body is just like this, and it is impossible for my husband to have more children in the future. There is nothing wrong with letting my daughter run the house earlier.

After all, when he was ten years old, his mother had already taught him how to be a housekeeper, but it was because he died early that he ended up like that.

And after she married Zhou Zhouzhuang, she naturally couldn't use her skills as a housekeeper.

I have to say, it is a bit regrettable.

The mother and daughter were talking softly on the kang, during which Zhou Tang woke up twice, and Mrs. Zhao also nursed carefully, then played with them for a while, and then fell asleep again.

"Tang'er is really worry-free. She must know that Mother is not in good health, so she doesn't want you to bother."

Mrs. Zhao nodded with a smile: "Yes, Tang'er is so young, she already knows how to love her mother, you are all good children."

Outside, footsteps came in, and then Wednesday Zhuang came in with two roe deer and two rabbits, and brought back a Wowotou that hadn't been eaten.

"Oh, it's really good, I added meat again." Looking at the rabbit and roe deer in front of her, Zhao's eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Yeah, this year is sure to be a good year. Whatever Xiuyun wants to eat, no matter what, sister Mei will do it." Zhou Zhuang said proudly.

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhao couldn't close her mouth with a smile, but Zhou Mei put on her shoes, dragged Zhou Zhouzhuang to the kitchen, and said, "Father, I'll boil the water first, and you can clean up those two chickens. Wait until I make a pork skin jelly, and I will stew an old hen for my mother to replenish her body."

"Hey, no problem. But, what is that pork skin jelly?" This was the first time Zhou Zhuang had heard of it.

"It's a delicious thing. It's eaten cold with garlic paste. It's just that my mother is weak and can't eat it cold. I thought that if Dad thinks it's delicious, we'll make more next year. We'll bring it to Fucheng and find a family to eat it." The restaurant sells the recipe of frozen pork skin. I secretly figured it out at home. I haven’t tried it yet. If it’s ready, it’s the only one in Dayan Dynasty. It can sell a lot no matter what. If the time comes, dad will have to negotiate the price, so we can make a good fortune and then treat mother.”

"Sister Mei is telling the truth?" Zhou Zhuang was a little dizzy when he heard it, and he was really not sure, but it is possible that his daughter cooks at home all day and can make some delicious food by herself .

It's just that he didn't expect that there is nothing good to eat at home, let alone pork, and there are very few eggs. Where can Zhou Mei fiddle with the food.

But when he heard that his wife's illness could be cured, he didn't think too much about it.

Thinking of this, he picked up a knife and went out, but was stopped by Zhou Mei.

"Father, put the chicken blood in a bowl. You can also make blood tofu. Mom can eat it too. It's good for your body."

"You can't eat chicken blood." Zhuang Zhou said with a frown.

"Okay, it's delicious, don't worry, Dad, can I still harm our family?" The poultry is not fed with hormones now, and the blood tofu that is coagulated must be more delicious.

Zhuang heard the words on Wednesday, and didn't say much, took the bowl and went out.

Not long after he went out, he heard two chickens crowing from outside. It was as miserable as it could be, but it didn't make Zhou Mei frown.

Thinking about next year, whether they can also raise some chickens at home, or they can live outside after earning money. After all, there is such a big family in the village who is upset, and Zhou Mei really doesn't like trouble.

She was afraid that the method would be too harsh and make Zhou Zhou Zhuang and Zhao's embarrassing.

It also made Zhou Tang's official career really hindered. After all, this place is no different from his previous life. Money is omnipotent. In this unstable era, having too much money is actually a disaster.

However, she is a free soul and never likes to be controlled by others. Cooperation and attachment have been two different concepts since ancient times. More than 20 years of education and cultivation have made her unable to compromise in this era.

However, it doesn't mean that she can't bear it, and she also likes to torture opponents slowly.

Didn't she also annex several small companies in her previous life? Otherwise, even if she has amazing talents, she wouldn't be able to develop the Zhou family to this point in just a few years.

Take out the two pigskins and put them on the ground, then take out a burning firewood from the pot and wipe it from one end to the other, the pig hairs immediately turned into ashes, although it was seen on the Internet that it was made of melted asphalt. It is much more convenient, but there is none here, so they can only be roasted with fire, but in this case, there will be some hair follicles left, and finally they have to be picked out with an awl, but fortunately, there are not many.

After the two chickens were bled, Wednesday Zhuang came in with two dead chickens and a big bowl of chicken blood.

"Here, what are you going to do with the pig skin for the chicken blood you want?" He put two chickens into a large wooden basin, opened the pot, and filled it with boiling water.

"Father, help me cut this pigskin into palm-sized pieces, and then I'll put it in the pot to cook." Zhou Mei took the chicken blood, which was still steaming. After she put some salt in it, she Put it on the shelf, and it can be fried and eaten at night, "Father, let's go to Aunt Hua's house to buy some cabbage in the evening."

Farmers grow vegetables every year, and cabbage and radishes are indispensable, because Aunt Hua’s family grows a lot, and they will not be able to eat them all in a short while. If new vegetables come out next year, these will be kept to feed the chickens duck.

One copper coin can almost buy a cabbage. When I went to the market yesterday, Wednesday Zhuang wanted to buy some, but was stopped by Aunt Hua, saying that there were a lot of cabbages at home, and the fat and water didn’t flow to outsiders’ fields, so Wednesday Zhuang didn’t buy any. .

"I see. I'll go and bring some back when I finish packing the two chickens." He cut up the two pig skins neatly, "Throw them into the pot?"

"I'll fill out some water first, don't you want to use it later?" Zhou Mei fetched another wooden barrel, filled it with boiling hot water, and then scooped some water into the pot. Zhuang threw the pigskin in, filled the stove with firewood, and moved the stool to help Wednesday Zhuang pluck the chicken feathers when it was burning hot.

To be honest, Zhou Mei almost vomited from that stench. Usually she seldom eats chicken. Although she likes stewed chicken with potatoes, she only likes the potatoes in it, and rarely eats chicken.

After thinking about it, he asked, "Father, do you have any potatoes?"

"Potato, what's that?" Zhou Zhuang didn't understand, his daughter always had some incomprehensible words in her mouth.

Zhou Mei was also taken aback, as if she couldn't believe it, and then she gestured and said, "It's the round one, the kind that grows a lot, and it's similar to sweet potatoes."

Zhou Zhuang thought for a while and said, "Yam eggs?"

"Ah, um, that's the one." Is there such a name?

"Our family doesn't have any. When I go to your Uncle Yuzhu's house to have a look, his family planted them this year. It's just that the yield of that kind of food is not as high as sweet potatoes, and it's not as delicious as sweet potatoes. They don't grow too many."

(End of this chapter)