The reborn peasant girl is rampant

Chapter 11

Hearing Xiaobao's words, the original moving atmosphere instantly disappeared without a trace. Gu Nianyao rolled up her arms and sleeves and pointed at the old hen, saying:

"I'll make chicken soup and stir-fry wild vegetables for you today. I've already found the rice."

Gu Nianyao wiped her hands and walked around the house, finally found a place that seemed to be called "kitchen".

She was a little surprised, almost so surprised that her jaw dropped!How can this be regarded as a kitchen!Except for the stone pot and salt used for cooking, there is no oil!

"Why is there no oil in the stone pot? Where can I get oil?"

Gu Nianyao crossed her waist, and Dabao looked at her with a puzzled face: "Mother, what are you talking about, what is oil? Ever since you woke up, mother, you have become weird. You used to cook like this. "

Gu Nianyao looked at Dabao with half-raised eyebrows, feeling that she really came to a place where she didn't want anything.

Looking up at the old hen on the chopping board, the tender white chicken was particularly prominent on the chopping board, Gu Nianyao said to Dabao, "Dabao, come and help mother light the fire."

After finishing speaking, Gu Nianyao awkwardly walked to other places to pick wild vegetables, because she would not admit that she hadn't learned how to make fire by drilling wood since she traveled here.

Dabao looked at Gu Nianyao suspiciously, his purple eyes blinked, Xiaobao moved a chair and walked over: "Mother, you sit down and pick it, my brother and I are going to light the fire, and Xiaobao also wants to help."

Gu Nianyao patted Xiaobao on the head: "Well, Xiaobao goes to help brother get the branch, don't scratch your hand."

After she finished speaking, she saw Dabao pick up a tree branch that was neither too thick nor too thin, and handed it to Xiaobao, with a voice like a little adult: "No, my brother is young, so take the small one."

Seeing the scene of their harmony and friendship, Gu Nianyao couldn't help shaking her head in amusing in her heart, Xiaobao and Dabao are twins again, it is reckoned that Xiaobao was only born a little later than Dabao.

The two skillfully took out stones and branches to polish each other, while Gu Nianyao picked the wild vegetables deftly, and left some fat and tender parts of the chicken skin.

He casually threw the chanterelles into the stone pot, and the stove under the stone pot finally ignited with the efforts of Dabao and Xiaobao. Xiaobao looked at Gu Nianyao for a long time, as if remembering something, suddenly ran to In the corner under the stove, I took out a cloth bag:
"This is when our family still had rice, mother, you used to use a pot to heat some and pour it on the rice every day."

Gu Nianyao opened the cloth bag, and there was a yellowish lump inside. She took it up to her nose and smelled it, and a sandalwood smell of mutton slowly emanated from the lump.

Suet?In this poor and poor family without even rice, there is sheep oil?
Isn't this too unbelievable?
Gu Nianyao squatted down and looked at Xiaobao: "Xiaobao, why does our family have such expensive sheep oil? Mother has lost her memory, don't you remember, Xiaobao and Dabao, do you know?"

The two little radish heads looked at each other, and Dabao curled his mouth and said, "Mother, you were very mysterious at that time. My brother and I asked you, but you didn't tell me."

Gu Nianyao nodded, looked down at the stove thoughtfully, and saw that the chanterelles in the pot had turned into a golden color, she thought for a while before breaking the mutton pieces in her hand Some of them were thrown into the stone pot.

Taking a scoop of water and sprinkled some water in the pot, Gu Nianyao watched with satisfaction as the golden chanterelle flowers and warmed sheep oil melted with the water, and gradually, the whole kitchen was filled with aroma.

The kitchen knife on the chopping board has been used for an unknown amount of time, and the blade is too blunt, so Gu Nianyao simply tore the chicken apart with her hands, and stuffed it in the stone pot bit by bit.

Gu Nianyao looked at the wild bracken on the table and then at the blunt kitchen knife, and finally resigned herself to dividing the wild bracken into sections and frying them in the pot bit by bit.

"Is there a bowl?"

Gu Nianyao wiped her hands and glanced down, Xiaobao hesitated to take out a few porcelain bowls with gaps, Gu Nianyao took them casually, the bowls were still clean, Gu Nianyao divided the chicken and vegetables in the stone pot into two share.

(End of this chapter)