Lian Xiaomin looked into the porcelain bowl and saw that there was obviously a lot of chicken thigh meat. They must have saved the good ones for themselves. "No, if you two don't want to eat it, then I won't eat it either. Look, you saved all the good meat for me."
Seeing her insistent look, Lian Qiuping had no choice but to ask Yufang to get two more bowls.
At this time, the air in the room was filled with the delicious smell of stewed chicken. Xiaofu, who had been carried all the way here but had not woken up no matter how hard he was tossed around, woke up when he smelled the smell.
The little kid sat up by himself, opened his eyes, and saw that he was at his aunt's house.
He rubbed his eyes again, and immediately stared at the table on the kang, searching the table intently. Wow, there is something delicious!
He sniffed hard, his eyes widened, and he suddenly became alert and no longer sleepy. He crawled over from the other end of the kang and said, "Xiangxiang, Xiaofu wants to eat some meat, sister, serve some meat!"
Lian Xiaomin looked at the little greedy cat pulling her clothes with his little hands. His anxious look was really funny, so she quickly asked him to sit down and wait.
Xiaofu stared at the dish on the table with anticipation, his face almost drooling, and sat down obediently next to the table.
Lian Qiuping also served him a small bowl of chicken soup, and picked out some small pieces of chicken: "Come, Xiaofu, come to me. I will feed you, and let your sister eat by herself."
Even Xiaomin wanted to serve Yufang a bowl, but Yufang insisted on serving herself and then filling her own bowl with less. Oh, what a lovely girl.
Seeing that everyone had some soup in their bowls, Lian Xiaomin finally picked up the spoon and took the first sip of soup. Wow, it was so fresh. The rich taste of chicken soup soaked her lips and teeth, which greatly satisfied her taste buds. She took another bite of chicken, which was also good. She couldn't resist the delicious food and quickly ate it mouthful by mouthful.
Who can resist the temptation of chicken stewed with mushrooms?
Especially this mushroom, it is the soul and tastes really good. Yufang picked it in the mountains and dried it and kept it specially.
Women and children in every household often go to the mountains to get some mountain products, such as hazelnuts, mushrooms, pecans, etc., and exchange them for some money at the purchasing station. The brave ones go to the small black market to exchange for money and tickets, which is more affordable. The purchasing station is definitely lower, but it is safe at least.
There is not much weight in a pheasant. After cleaning it, its net weight is less than two pounds. Yufang even cleaned the chicken offal and stewed it. It was very delicious.
Lian Xiaomin loves to eat chicken liver and other things, so she picked out two pieces and ate them.
Xiaofu was so drunk with the chicken soup that his auntie tried to feed him with a spoon, but he couldn't keep up. Look at his little face, with his eyes narrowed and his little mouth making sizzling sounds in ecstasy, which made everyone feel excited.
Xiaofu was full soon and went to play contentedly. Even Qiuping ate some by herself.
Yufang also heated up two small pancakes. Lian Xiaomin only broke off half of it, leaving the rest for her and her aunt to eat. The three of them sat around the kang table, sipping chicken soup and chatting quietly.
It was still dark outside, so the kerosene lamp was lit in the house. The dim light was filled with warm human touch, which made Lian Xiaomin feel warm inside. As the saying goes, family and children are as good as a warm bed. Haha. But I wonder how her uncle Li Xianghai, who was freezing outside while working as a Taoist priest at the construction site, was doing.
Lian Qiuping estimated the time and thought her daughter should be awake by now. She got off the kang, went to the other room, dressed Xiao Feng'er, brought her over, and fed her some more.
Xiao Feng'er sat there obediently, happily eating the meat her mother fed her. She held the corner of the table with her little hands and drank a lot of soup mouthful by mouthful.
"It was too late yesterday, and I was afraid she would wet the bed, so I gave her some meat and just a few sips of soup. Look how delicious she is," said Lian Qiuping.
When everyone had almost finished eating, they cleared away the dishes and cleaned up the small bowl of food.
Outside, the sky gradually brightened. The smell from the kitchen in the yard had long since dissipated. The doors of the houses were covered with thick curtains, so once the doors were closed, the smell would not come in. As for the house, it would slowly digest, and soon there would be nothing left.
It was almost noon when Xiaoya needed to be fed, and Xiaofu and Xiaofeng were tired from playing, so Lian Xiaomin took her younger brother and sister-in-law home.
It was just after noon and she had just coaxed her two kids into a nap when she heard someone knock on the gate.
Lian Xiaomin got up and went outside, unbolted the door, opened it and saw that it was Zhang Wenyong as she expected!
I just came back from my aunt's house, and no one else will come.
I saw a person quietly waiting outside the door, with his elbows on the door frame, his face slightly tired, but he looked very clean, his slender body was wearing a blue cotton jacket and cotton pants, looking quite cool, without even a patch on his clothes. The buttons on his collar were not fastened tightly, revealing a piece of light gray sweater.
"Brother Sanyong! You're back?" Lian Xiaomin looked up at him and said.
Zhang Wenyong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that someone was finally there. He nodded and went into the yard. He had already run over there once in the morning and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one was inside.
Lian Xiaomin put the bolt back in place, walked in and said, "My sister-in-law is taking a nap, let's go to this room and sit down." She led him into the west room.
There was no heating in the west room and it was very cold, so Lian Xiaomin hurried to get firewood to heat the kang. Zhang Wenyong glanced at her pitiful pile of firewood, smiled, and took over to help her light the fire.
After Lian Xiaomin handed it to him, he took the opportunity to go to the east room. After a while, he took out four washed big apples and placed them on the kang table in the west room just like last time.
The kang in the west room was small and heated up quickly. Zhang Wenyong added enough firewood, went into the room and sat on the edge of the kang.
"I came here this morning and saw that no one was at your home. I thought you must have gone to your aunt's house." Zhang Wenyong grabbed an apple and started biting into it.
Lian Xiaomin watched him eat the apples with great relish, but she never asked where the apples came from. She thought to herself, Brother Sanyong was a wonderful man, always giving her room and never saying too much.
There is no pressure in getting along with such a person. He is like a pool of water, which makes people feel deep and mysterious when looking at him.
"Yes, Yufang made the pheasant stewed with mushrooms last night while everyone else was asleep. This morning, before daybreak, I had to hurry over to eat it before the neighbors woke up."
Lian Xiaomin picked up a particularly large apple, shook her wrist, and broke it into two halves. She only ate half of it so as not to waste it.
Zhang Wenyong looked at his slender white wrist and said quietly, "Wang Xintian's stubbornness is like a lamb compared to you." Lian Xiaomin was amused by him. She bit off half of the apple and handed the other half to him. Zhang Wenyong also took a few bites and chewed it.
Seeing him eating like a show host, Lian Xiaomin chewed slowly while looking at him and asked, "When did you come back? Is everything going well? You have dark circles under your eyes."
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