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Chapter 59 Pheasant Stew (2/2)

"Hey, sister."

Li Mengyue stir-fried chicken, poured half a pot of water, waited for Minghao to boil the pot, covered the lid and cooked it for a quarter of an hour.

When Minghao cooked the chicken on low heat, the aroma of the chicken in the pot could not be covered even with the lid, and it floated out with the steam.

The people who were working couldn't help but sniff when they smelled the fragrance, and stopped the work in their hands at some point.

Li Dazhu and Wang Erniu also started chatting unconsciously.

"What's that smell? It's so fragrant. I've never smelled such a fragrant smell before. I feel hungry." Li Dazhu said painfully.

Wang Erniu echoed, "Me too. I just had a bowl of wild vegetable soup this morning, and now I'm starving. I feel like I could eat a whole cow."

"Erniu, you drank the wild vegetable soup, but I haven't eaten yet. My father is sick, and we sold the food at home to pay for the medicine. We don't have enough to eat, so we have to save. Hey, what do you think Aunt Li is doing? I can't even eat anymore."

"Dazhu, when did Uncle Lao Gen get sick? Why didn't you tell me? My family doesn't have much money, but we can save some money. I'd like to lend you some food. And the meal wasn't cooked by Aunt Li, but by Uncle Li An's daughter. I saw it with my own eyes."

"No need. I know your family's situation. It's not easy for Aunt Wang to raise you two brothers alone. No matter what, I can't ask you to borrow food. The rice will be harvested in more than a month, and you'll have more food by then. What? Li Mengyue is the cook? She's only ten years old. How can she make such delicious food?"

"Yes! We'll have it after the rice is harvested. That's nothing. Mengyue just came back from the capital. She grew up in a wealthy family. Whether it's knowledge or food and clothing, it's beyond the imagination of us farmers. It's no big deal if she knows a little cooking skill and can make delicious food."

"Oh, that's not right, Erniu. Rich families have cooks and maids to serve them when it comes to eating and dressing. Why would they let Li Mengyue learn cooking?"

Li Dazhu's question made Wang Erniu stuck for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer.

Because he didn't know what the young ladies of wealthy families were like, he naturally couldn't explain why Li Mengyue could cook.

Unable to figure it out, he simply gave up thinking about it. Wang Erniu said expectantly, "It smells really good. I want to try it."

"What are you thinking? Uncle Li An and his family just separated and have just found a place to stay. They have little food, so why would they let us eat? Besides, if they invite you to eat, you can eat it if you want."

After hearing what Li Dazhu said, Wang Erniu scratched his head and said in a muffled voice, "I was just joking."

"Stop talking, let's finish this quickly and go home for dinner."

"OK."

After stopping chatting, Li Dazhu and Wang Erniu got back to work.

In fact, while the two of them were chatting, Li Mengyue was eating pancakes and listened to their conversation without missing a word.

Having lived in Xinghua Village for over a month, she had a general understanding of the situation there and knew that many families were in difficult circumstances.

I really don't want to have a family. I'm so hungry that I almost have nothing to eat.

If the food at home is not harvested in autumn, we will starve. Even though this place is close to the mountains, we can get some food there.

But according to her observation, the villagers have a natural fear of the deep mountains and only dare to dig some wild vegetables and pick some mushrooms on the outskirts.

Sometimes if you are lucky, you may catch a pheasant or a rabbit.

He was reluctant to eat it, so as to improve his family's life, and instead took it to sell in the town.

A pound of pheasant costs ten cents, and three pounds can be sold for thirty cents, which can buy a pound of coarse grain, enough for the whole family to eat for a few days.

And she heard that they were pinning their hopes on the autumn harvest, which, in her opinion, was not a very wise approach.

But she couldn't judge casually. After all, she wasn't born and raised here. Not to mention that she had the ability to keep herself alive no matter what the situation was, even the system could help her when she was in trouble.