The sun was high in the sky, and half of the day had passed in the blink of an eye.

Cao Xiangnan had been working alone for a long time, and he looked up at the weather today and thought it was pretty good.

It was almost time for the children to have lunch and go to bed. Seeing Qi Wanfeng and the others still weaving the dustpan boards, Cao Xiangnan took the initiative to take up the task of making lunch, took the crutches, stood up, and said, "Wanfeng, I'll go to the kitchen to see what to cook for the children."

"Okay, go ahead." Qi Wanfeng responded without stopping. He was halfway through weaving the dustpan boards in his hands, and he didn't want to put them down. He knew his husband would fix it, so he didn't care.

Cao Xiangnan walked towards the kitchen with his crutches. He was now proficient in using the crutches after using them more often. The injury on his leg was healing day by day. If he continued like this, he would be able to walk soon.

The large basket of vegetables on the table was brought by Sun Bailian. Cao Xiangnan checked it out and found that there were many kinds of vegetables. Vegetables are gradually becoming more and more abundant in this season, and the price is also cheap. In the future, there will be more and more vegetables. He has an idea in mind. He

took some pakchoy out of the basket and planned to blanch it in boiling water and mix it with sauce. The children should like it. In the end, not to mention the children, even the two adults like to eat this refreshing pakchoy.

When Cao Xiangnan saw Wanfeng take an extra bite, he knew that he liked it. Knowing that his appetite has not been very good recently, he thought that there were a few appetizers that should suit his taste.

After lunch, when the children went to sleep, the yard became quiet.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..." The hen laid an egg and jumped out of the nest, clucking and singing. It was quiet at this time in the afternoon, and the small yard exuded a sense of tranquility.

There was a knock on the door in the yard. Cao Gang, who had just returned from hunting, brought back two pheasants, both still alive. He handed the pheasants to Qi Wanfeng who opened the door for him, and said, "Go find a cage to lock them up. These things will fly away once you let them go."

"This..." Qi Wanfeng did not reach out to take it, and said, "Brother Cao Gang, take them to the town to sell. You can still get a lot of money." He knew that such a big pheasant was still alive, and he could make some money by sending it to a restaurant in the town.

"No need." Cao Gang simply stuffed two pheasants tied by their feet with straw ropes into Qi Wanfeng's hands, "Kill them and let's eat them." After saying this, his men had already walked inside. He poured himself a large bowl of water without any hesitation, drank it up, and poured himself a second bowl.

"Yes, Wanfeng, kill them and let's eat them." Sun Bailian smiled, thinking that there would be delicious food tonight.

In the past, when her husband went hunting, he would kill a chicken or rabbit every once in a while to add a bowl of meat for the children. He was reluctant to do so for himself, but he was willing to do so for the two children.

"Hey, you guys are such a jerk." Qi Wanfeng had no choice but to carry the two pheasants to the chicken coop. Fortunately, a new chicken coop was built the day before yesterday, otherwise there would be no place to keep the two chickens. He opened the door of the chicken coop and put the chickens in and locked them.

Cao Xiangnan came over to look at the two pheasants. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He was already thinking about how to eat the two chickens.

"What is this?" Cao Gang put down the bowl in his hand, walked towards the drying rack in the yard, and asked.

"Paper." Cao Xiangnan turned his head and took a look. His mind was still on the two chickens, and he answered casually.

When Cao Gang heard what he said, his face changed and asked, "Did you do it yourself?"

"Yeah, yes." Soy sauce chicken is good? Braised chicken is also possible, and some mushrooms can be stuffed into the stomach, but there seems to be no mushrooms at home. Cao Xiangnan didn't even notice the person asking him a question, and asked Qi Wanfeng loudly, "Wanfeng, do we have mushrooms at home?"

"We don't have that at home." Qi Wanfeng said, "Husband, what do you want mushrooms for?"

"I still have a lot of them at home. A Gang picked them from the mountain last time. I dried them and put them away. Do you want some?" Without waiting for someone to answer, Sun Bailian turned around and said to her husband, "A Gang, go home and get some mushrooms. There is a basket hanging on the wall of the kitchen. There are still a lot of these things in it. Bring them all over."

Cao Gang turned around and strode away.

The sky was full of clouds in the west, and the small kitchen was emitting waves of fragrance. Sun Bailian could not help but peek at the kitchen door several times. The fragrance made him drool. After eating a few meals at Qi Wanfeng's house, he felt that the past days were wasted. He had never eaten such delicious food.

Cao Xiangnan stood in front of the stove, smelling the fragrance, and said, "It's almost ready."

"Yeah." Since coming to Cao Xiangnan's place, Cao Gang, such a big guy, has been willing to be a stoker.

A whole fragrant chicken was placed in the middle of the dinner table. The three children stared at such a big chicken and kept drooling. Qi Wanfeng, who was the last to sit down, brought the bowls and chopsticks over and set them on the table. Everyone sat down. "It's time to eat," he said. "Mom, Mom." An An eagerly pulled his mom's hand, his eyes still on the chicken on the table, his little face flushed with anxiety.

There were only three children from the two families, so there was no need to fight for the meat. The adults would only eat their food after ensuring that the children were satisfied. Everyone's mouths were full of grease after this meal, and everyone sat there with big bellies, unwilling to move. A chicken was eaten until only a few chicken bones were left on the plate. Cao Gang, who was so big, gnawed the chicken bones with a crunch, eating with relish, and wiped off the last bit of vegetable juice on the table.

As the sun sets, they are busy all day, and the finished dustpan boards are neatly stacked in the corners. There are laughter and joy in the yard.