Su Jiaoniang walked towards the kitchen; she still knew how to make breadcrumbs.

First, make the bread, then use the bread to make breadcrumbs. It's just that chicken legs are hard to buy these days! And there are very few people who specialize in selling chicken legs. But don't worry, apart from the feathers, there's nothing on a chicken that can't be eaten.

Fried chicken legs, fried chicken wings, fried chicken cutlets, and you can also fry a salt and pepper chicken frame.

While Su Jiaoniang was thinking, the bread she placed in her homemade oven took shape, and she traded it for a chicken from her neighbor's house.

Kill the chicken, bleed it, remove its feathers and clean its internal organs.

Staring at the chicken feathers on the ground, Su Jiaoniang, who was poor and did not let go of any resources, looked up at the sky. Lucheng, located near the capital, was extremely cold in winter. In the original owner's memories, several people would freeze to death every winter. If they did not have warm clothes, they would probably be in a terrible situation.

In those days, cotton cultivation was not widespread, and in winter, most people relied on silk quilts to keep warm.

However, silk was especially expensive, and ordinary people relied on sheer breath to keep warm. Their clothes were made of mulberry and hemp, so how good could their cotton quilts be?

Chicken feathers are a valuable thing; although you can't eat them, you still can't throw them away!

If fried chicken had a market in a small county, there would be a lot more chicken feathers produced, such as down comforters and down jackets. Just thinking about it made Su Jiaoniang feel warm inside.

She's a professional at planning ahead.

Su Jiaoniang cleaned the chicken feathers, collected them, and laid them out to dry in the sun.

The marinated fried chicken was put into the oil, and the aroma of crispy fried chicken, reminiscent of something from a past life, began to fill the courtyard.

Gu Changsheng, who was in charge of selling shaved ice, was the first to return from the county town. When he smelled the aroma of the courtyard, he took a sniff and his eyes lit up instantly.

The scent was one he had never smelled before, and he quickened his pace to get home.

As I walked into the courtyard, I saw the fried chicken and swallowed hard. I had already eaten a big steamed bun on the way back from the county town, but I was still starving.

"Auntie, what did you make? It smells so good!" Gu Changsheng pursed his lips, his gaze never leaving the chicken.

Su Jiaoniang glanced back at Changsheng, her eyes crinkling into a smile: "Eat up! It's fried chicken, try it and see if it's good."

Su Jiaoniang knew how popular fried chicken was. Most people couldn't resist the deliciousness of fried chicken, and even those who were getting fatter still couldn't resist it.

Gu Changsheng picked up a piece of chicken leg with his chopsticks. The moment the crispy fried skin entered his mouth, he was enveloped in its unique aroma. Delicious, so delicious! How wonderful it would be to eat this every day!

"How is it? Does it suit your taste?" Su Jiaoniang sat to the side, waiting for Xiao Changsheng's feedback. In this small family, Changsheng had eaten the most delicious food, so asking him wouldn't be a mistake.

"Auntie, how did you make this? When are you planning to sell it? Can I switch? I'll sell fried chicken instead!" Little Changsheng was quite cunning.

Selling smoothies allows you to enjoy a bowl for yourself when things aren't too busy.

If I were to sell fried chicken...

That means we can eat fried chicken every day.

If he could eat fried chicken every day, he wouldn't become emperor; he'd just stay here and eat fried chicken.

Looking down at the extra chubby flesh on his body, he used to feel a little burdened, but now... compared to fried chicken, what is meat!

"No!" Su Jiaoniang poked Changsheng's forehead, directly rejecting the little Changsheng's suggestion.

If the fried chicken sells well and the business is doing well, she'll try to find a more capable master for Changsheng and Xiaofutu. At the right age, one should do the right thing; at the age when one should be studying, one should be studying. Money is something you can always earn; you can earn it anytime.

Xiao Changsheng looked disappointed, sighed softly, and even felt that the chicken leg in his hand didn't taste good anymore: "No way!"

Su Jiaoniang smiled; she wouldn't change her mind.

When Futu and Xiaoya returned, they saw the fried chicken legs on the table and went over to them. Futu restrained himself, ate a chicken wing, wiped his hands clean, and walked to the vegetable patch next to him, where he pulled out the excess weeds.

Like Changsheng, Xiaoya stayed close to Su Jiaoniang, chattering away, completely absorbed in learning how to make fried chicken.

Su Jiaoniang nudged the little girl: "You're too young, I'll teach you when you're older."

It's best not to let a little girl who can't even hold a kitchen knife very steadily fry chicken; she might just end up frying herself in the oil.

After dinner, Su Jiaoniang looked at the children jumping around in the yard and thought about her own identity—a successor of Wing Chun. She didn't know if Wing Chun existed in the world, but she was never the kind of person who would hoard it. The more people learn it, the less likely it will be lost.

Originally, she wanted to hire a tutor to guide her child, since Mencius once said that children should be exchanged for education.

If she does it herself...

It could even break the mother-son relationship.

However, skilled martial artists are just as hard to find as qualified mentors, so we can't leave the child untrained until then.

Su Jiaoniang led the children and made them start with the horse stance. The horse stance is the basic skill. If the basic skill is not solid, all the fancy moves are useless.

The three children awkwardly practiced their horse stance, while Su Jiaoniang watched them closely. Laying a solid foundation is crucial; relying on the children's self-discipline might lead to failure.

Seeing that the children were getting into the swing of things, Su Jiaoniang headed towards Doctor Liu's house. Since the children had started learning martial arts, the accompanying Chinese medicine had to be arranged. Learning martial arts was a tough thing and could also damage their growing bodies.

Sufficient nutrition must be provided, along with the preparation of medicinal baths and diets, to ensure the body's needs are met in all aspects.

A day has passed.

The children woke up early in the morning with weak legs and sore backs. Su Jiaoniang laughed and shooed the children out.

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