At Zhao Qingyan's house, the women's main task today is to collect chili seeds.
Although she said last night that she would give the gloves to her sisters-in-law, she gave them to Huang in private first, and then Huang distributed them to her two sisters-in-law.
The reason for all this trouble was that Zhao Qingyan went through everything that had happened since she arrived in this other world last night.
I feel like I've been in the limelight a bit too much lately.
After all, anything abnormal is suspicious, so I plan to keep a low profile from now on.
As Huang Shi watched her sisters-in-law looking at the latex gloves with curiosity, she began to lecture them.
"These gloves were sold to me yesterday in town by a man who claimed to be from the Western Regions. They were very expensive."
I've gone to great lengths to ensure you don't burn your hands while cutting chili peppers.
People say this stuff doesn't dissolve in water and is afraid of sharp objects, so you have to be careful when wearing it.
"Alright, let's get to work."
Seeing her two sisters-in-law so grateful, Zhao Qingyan admired Huang's ability to win people's hearts.
With gloves on, I naturally have to work harder.
Four women, of different ages, sat in the main room, chatting and cutting chili peppers off their bottoms.
Cut open the bottom of the chili pepper and pour the chili seeds into the large bowl in front of you.
They mechanically repeated the actions they were doing.
"Third sister, how do you know so many cooking recipes? You never used to be able to cook, did you?"
Zhang Cuicui suddenly asked.
Zhao Qingyan was stunned for a few seconds.
"Oh, it's not that I couldn't cook before, it's that I couldn't control my strength, so I didn't go into the kitchen."
As you know, I used to hunt in the mountains a lot.
I don't just go with my dad, uncles, and other relatives; sometimes I go into the mountains by myself.
Remember all the wild game I hunted that you ate?
One question left Zhang Cuicui blushing and speechless, as if she were an ungrateful person.
Her face flushed red instantly.
Zhao Qingyan ignored Zhang Cuicui's embarrassment and continued:
"It's quite common to encounter strange things when you frequently go into the mountains."
In the mountains, I met an old man with a white beard. He looked like a wise and venerable man.
The first time I encountered him, I followed his scent to him.
When I smelled it, it smelled amazing!
As soon as I got there, I saw the old man tapping a clod of dirt with a wooden stick.
I was wondering why someone my age would still be playing in the dirt.
And guess what happened?
His eyes sparkled with excitement, which piqued the curiosity of his two sisters-in-law.
Only Mrs. Huang watched with a smile as her granddaughter rambled on about it.
"What happened? What happened? What happened next?" the women asked in unison.
"Hehe, I saw that clod of earth split open in the middle."
Only when I got closer could I see clearly that there was something inside that clod of earth.
Then I saw the old man shovel the broken pieces of earth aside.
Then peel away the round, ball-like thing inside, layer by layer.
When I peeled it open, I realized it was a chicken inside. It smelled amazing, a scent I had never smelled before.
It's a hundred times more fragrant than the old hen we stewed for Chinese New Year.
When the old man saw me, he beckoned me over and gave me a chicken leg.
I can guarantee that it was the best chicken leg I've ever eaten in my life, bar none.
Later I learned that the old man used to be a head chef in Beijing.
But as he got older, he stopped being a chef and started traveling around.
I just happened to run into him, and he said it was fate. He taught me a lot of cooking recipes and how to control the force of my movements.
I often go up the mountain and have a big appetite, so I always get hungry.
Sometimes when I was so hungry, I would hunt something in the mountains and cook it, and gradually I improved my cooking skills.
So, it's not that I can't cook, it's that you've always prevented me from entering the kitchen.
Fortunately, I have two virtuous sisters-in-law who help me with the kitchen chores.
The two sisters-in-law were overjoyed by their sister-in-law's praise and didn't bother to verify the truth of what Zhao Qingyan said.
But none of that matters. What matters is that this third sister has always been good to them, and good to them as her sisters-in-law.
Of course, the original owner of this body is definitely better; the girl hardly ever says a word all day long.
He would go hunting in the mountains whenever he had free time, and he could at least catch a wild rabbit or a pheasant.
This meat naturally ended up in everyone's mouths, and who would dare not say it was good?
As for why the elders don't often go into the mountains, come on, the main task of farming families is to cultivate the land.
If we don't cultivate good land, what will we eat, and how will we pay taxes?
In the midst of their pleasant conversation, Zhao Qingyan made it clear that she had recipes for the dishes.
Of course, when it comes to cooking, Zhao Qingyan prefers that she does the talking while her sisters-in-law do the cooking.
Look at this harmonious scene!
While they were working and chatting, when it was time to cook, Zhao Qingyan suggested that they eat spicy hot pot again. Her two sisters-in-law immediately said that they would cook and asked Zhao Qingyan for guidance.
Those who were too lazy to do anything were thanked, while those who enjoyed doing things learned a skill.
Today, Liu Xiaohua and Zhang Cuicui each made a portion of mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot).
They say practice makes perfect, and today's taste is much better than what they made yesterday.
"My two sisters-in-law, you've made great progress today. Keep practicing, and you'll make even better dishes in the future."
However, the later versions don't need to be so spicy, as chili peppers are still a precious commodity and are considered an imported product.
If I could buy beef tallow later, that would be great. I could make hot pot base with beef tallow. Once it's cooked and solidified, I could cut it into small pieces and wrap it in oil paper.
When you want to eat it, just take out a piece, put it in a pot with water, bring it to a boil, and add the vegetables. It's convenient and delicious, and has a completely different flavor from mala tang.
"What a pity, I can't buy butter."
The group's hearts were filled with unease after hearing Zhao Qingyan's words.
Especially the last sentence, which made the group feel like they had lost a huge ingot of gold.
Butter, butter—these words were etched into the hearts of several people over the years.
Whenever I come across a beef vendor, the first thing I ask is if they have any beef tallow available. If they do, I have to buy it all.
Of course, these are all things to be discussed later.
At the village chief's house, we finally waited for the village chief to return home.
I just washed my hands and face, and haven't even had a sip of water yet.
Village chief Zhao Jinfeng was pulled into the house by his wife, who briefly recounted Qin Shanhe's story.
The village chief wiped his face, frowned, and thought to himself, "What kind of mess is this?" The problem still needs to be solved.
“Shanhe, tell your uncle the details of what happened again. Something feels off to me. It’s like you’ve been set up.”
"What?" Qin Shanhe was dumbfounded and stammered as he asked:
"No, really? Why would Liu Laizi be so generous as to let grass grow on his head?"
I had other people before me.
My cousin's husband means he's willingly become a cuckold, then looking for an opportunity to extort money from me?
"Well, it's hard to say. You yourself said that before you met that Liu woman, she was having an affair with someone else."
After you touched her, did you give her any money or gifts when you went to see her again?
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