"How are you guys? Are you okay?"

Seeing the thugs from Changlefang leaving in a panic, Hua Qingcheng looked at the four husbands who were injured and asked with concern.

"I'm fine. The swelling will go away in a couple of days."

The person who spoke was Mu Lige, who had several bruises on his face.

"I can't die!"

Situ Ye snorted coldly and turned his face away, only his ears turned slightly red.

"I just twisted my ankle while dodging them!"

Han Yichen stood up straight away, but stumbled and nearly fell down again. Seeing this, Hua Qingcheng quickly supported him and helped him sit on a large rock under a tree in the yard.

"Wife, I'm fine. It's already 4:00 PM, and you must be hungry. My elder brother is injured, so Xiaotian will cook for you right away."

Looking at his wife who had washed off her heavy makeup and became beautiful, Yu Xiaotian blushed slightly and was about to turn around and go to the kitchen, but was stopped by Mu Lige.

"Let me do it. It's my turn to cook today. Xiaotian, you go and take a rest."

Looking at the two men vying for food, Hua Qingcheng sighed slightly: "Forget it, you all go rest under the tree, I will cook lunch today.

"No! How can you let your wife cook? If others knew, they would laugh at you!"

Mu Lige advised disapprovingly, and Yu Xiaotian nodded.

"Be good and don't make me say it a second time!"

Hua Qingcheng's tone was slightly cold, and the two of them shut up immediately. They went to the big tree one after the other to keep Han Yichen company. Seeing this, Situ Ye also sat over and joined them.

She put on her backpack and went to the kitchen, where she unpacked everything: two wild rabbits, two pheasants, five young bamboo shoots, two handfuls of wild vegetables, and some mushrooms. There were also bright red bayberries wrapped in lotus leaves, and a large number of herbs. Hua Qingcheng only took out the food and put the herbs back in the backpack, intending to give them to Han Yichen later.

After opening the lid of the rice jar, there was only a little rice left inside, about one or two pounds. Hua Qingcheng beat it all out, put it in a gourd ladle, rinsed it clean, and poured it all into the pot.

When Hua Qingchen was about to start a fire, he remembered that this was ancient times and he didn't know what they used to start a fire. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Hua Qingchen slipped into the villa, found a lighter, and then returned to the kitchen of the Hua family's old house. He took some dead leaves and lit them. When the fire was burning well, he added firewood.

After cooking the rice, Hua Qingcheng picked up a kitchen knife, picked up a chicken, and went to the well at the kitchen door to kill it. Yu Xiaotian, who heard the "cock-a-doodle-doo" sound, hurried over and looked at the chicken in Hua Qingcheng's hand with excitement.

"Wife, this is a wild rooster!"

"Um."

"It's a wild rooster!"

"Um."

"Wild rooster!"

"Um."

"Don't kill it, keep it for laying eggs!"

Hua Qingcheng's hand trembled when she heard this, and the wild rooster took the opportunity to break free and ran to the ground, crowed "cock-a-doodle-doo". Yu Xiaotian grabbed it and held it in his arms, cherishing it like a baby.

"Lay eggs?"

Hua Qingcheng wondered if she was hallucinating. It was a rooster! It was a rooster! A rooster!

"Yes, don't kill it, keep it to lay eggs. That way my wife can eat eggs more often in the future."

Yu Xiaotian blinked his bright peach blossom eyes and looked at Hua Qingcheng with a cute face.

"It, it, it...can lay eggs?"

As if to confirm Yu Xiaotian's words, the rooster in his arms suddenly crowed a few times, and then a white-shelled egg covered in chicken droppings appeared in Yu Xiaotian's hand.

"Yes, my wife, look at how well behaved it is. You can keep it from now on. I will be responsible for finding food for it."

"Okay, okay... Fine! Whatever you want."

Hua Qingcheng was dumbfounded and shocked. The rooster was taken away by Yu Xiaotian, so she had to go to the kitchen and kill another hen.

With rice simmering on the stove, Hua Qingcheng placed a large clay pot on the charcoal stove, placed half a cut chicken in it, and added water to boil. In the kitchen, she found a small piece of ginger, which she washed and chopped. She then washed a handful of mushrooms and added them to the clay pot along with the ginger.

After stewing the pheasant, Hua Qingcheng took out a handful of wild vegetables, washed them, and set them aside. She then peeled two bamboo shoots, sliced ​​them, and placed them in a basin of water.

At this time, the rice was cooked. Hua Qingcheng beat the rice, put it in a ceramic pot and covered it with a lid.

Then Hua Qingcheng poured the sliced ​​bamboo shoots directly into the pot with water and covered it with a wooden lid. After the water boiled, she boiled it for a while before taking it out and rinsing it with cold water.

After cleaning the pot and preparing to cook, Hua Qingcheng looked at the oil tank which was cleaner than her face, and her mouth twitched slightly. She then quickly went into the kitchen of the villa and took out a bottle of oil, and also brought some seasonings.

Put the oil in the pan and wait for it to heat up, then add two chopped red peppers. When the aroma comes out, Hua Qingcheng pours the blanched bamboo shoots into the pan and stir-fry. When it is almost done, pour a little light soy sauce and stir-fry for a few more times before removing from the pan.

Then Hua Qingcheng fried another plate of wild vegetables, including the rooster's eggs, and used them to make a mushroom soup. Then she brought the food to the main hall. As for the chicken soup, they would have to wait until dinner.

While Hua Qingcheng was cooking, Han Yichen also took care of the injuries of several people. When Hua Qingcheng called them to eat, they were still skeptical. Could this wife really cook?

When they arrived at the main room and saw the stir-fried bamboo shoots, stir-fried wild vegetables, a pot of egg and mushroom soup, and rice in front of them on the table, they believed that the wife could really cook, and it smelled quite delicious.

"Let's eat! These are what I brought back from the mountains this morning. There's also chicken and chicken soup stewing in the kitchen. We'll eat them for dinner."

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