Chapter 55 This is called Iron Pot Stewed Pheasant

My sister-in-law really can't wait even a moment.

Wang Ziru knew that her eldest brother's family had hired more than ten workers to help build the house these days. There were many people eating, so they would cook earlier than usual.

Therefore, Wang Ziru cooked earlier than Liu Xiangqin in order to avoid using the stove at the same time as her sister-in-law.

If Wang Ziru really had to wait until her eldest brother's family had finished their meals before she could go to the kitchen to cook, then the growing child would surely roll on the ground out of hunger, wouldn't he?

Sitting at the stove door.

Wang Ziru hugged the child and saw the child's pretty face wrinkled. She thought for a moment and said, "It's okay. We can eat something else."

"Would you like to cook some noodles?"

"It's more fragrant and delicious than dried noodles."

Patting the little guy, Wang Ziru got up, found a small wooden basin, and took it back to the house.

A while ago, she went to the town to buy food, and when she went to the grain station to buy food, she also bought three pounds of flour.

I carried the flour home and kept it in the cupboard. I almost forgot about it.

Since there is no hanging pot rice in the evening, mix some crisps with flour, pinch a few dough balls and stick them to the edge of the big iron pot for stewing chicken, and give the man some pancakes to go with his chicken soup.

When Liu Xiangqin saw Wang Ziru kneading dough in a wooden basin, her pupils shrank.

There was flour in her house!

In those days, in the early 1980s, just after 1979, who in the village could afford flour?

Only those comrades who work for the government can afford flour.

Liu Xiangqin stared at Wang Ziru kneading the dough and almost forgot to wash and cut the vegetables.

Wang Ziru kneaded the dough casually, pulled out small balls, then opened the lid of the pot and stuck the balls of dough one by one on the edge of the big iron pot.

"Mom! I want to see." Baoer was very happy and anxious to see what was in the pot.

Wang Ziru smiled and said, "You stand on the small stool."

"oh."

The young man quickly moved the small stool from the mouth of the stove over, held the edge of the stove, and stood on the stool.

When he saw his mother put a lot of cakes in the big iron pot, his mouth started to drool.

Clapping his hands, he said happily, "Mom, what is this?"

"This is called pheasant stewed in an iron pot."

“Is pheasant stewed in an iron pot delicious?”

"It's delicious! Wait a little longer and mom will give you pheasant and cakes."

The little guy stood on a small wooden stool and danced with joy.

Then, he ran to the front yard to find his father.

Not long after, Wang Ziru was about to cover the pot when Baoer pulled her father into the kitchen, "Baoer said you cooked some biscuits in the chicken soup?"

"It's not boiled, but the dough is first placed on the side of the pot, baked, and then boiled with the chicken soup."

The man came over to take a look out of curiosity and said with a smile, "You really are making food!"

After a pause, he couldn't help licking his sensual lips, "Have you tasted the chicken in the pot? Is it cooked?"

"We'll have dinner in ten minutes."

"So fast?!"

Zhai Ximo was already hungry, so he turned around and went to the yard to help with the finishing work.

It was getting dark.

In the kitchen, Wang Ziru put the pot of stewed chicken and bread into a porcelain bowl, and then took it all to the kitchen opposite.

The small table in the kitchen was a lame table that the Zhai family had discarded a long time ago, and it was supported by stones.

Baoer had already been holding her own bowl and chopsticks, sitting on the pony, waiting obediently for the chicken stewed by her mother.

Seeing a steaming pot of chicken on the table, the little boy pointed at the cake soaked in chicken soup with a smile, "Mom, I'll eat a cake first."

"good."

The man also cleaned up the things in the yard and walked quickly into the kitchen.

Holding the bowl, he picked up a cake and took a bite. "Mm, it tastes really good. Someday, I'll ask who in the village wants to go hunting in the mountains, and I'll go with them to collect some mountain products."

"Great! If we can get a big one, we can eat it for a few more days." Wang Ziru said with a smile.

After finishing a piece of cake, Zhai Ximo heard his elder brother's footsteps outside the door, and then he remembered to serve them a bowl.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks, "Go get a bowl and serve a bowl to big brother and the others."

"Well, just show your appreciation."

Zhai Ximo stood up and walked into the kitchen. He asked his sister-in-law for a bowl for them, took it, put a few pieces of chicken and two or three cakes in it, scooped two spoonfuls of chicken soup, and sent it to the kitchen. "Sister-in-law! You guys can eat this later."

When Zhai Qingsong saw the chicken that Lao San brought over, a look of gratitude crossed his face, "Lao San, what are you doing..."

"It tastes good! Call mom to eat with us later. She thinks we are eating hens from the chicken coop and is too lazy to talk to her." Zhai Ximo placed the bowl of chicken under the nose of his sister-in-law, turned around and sat down to gnaw on the chicken leg.

But Liu Xiangqin looked down at the bowl of chicken and curled her lips and said, "They cooked such a big pot and only gave me this little. And they even asked your mother to eat with them. Why don't they ask your mother to eat with them?"

"Just keep your mouth shut! If it weren't for the third brother, you wouldn't even see a chicken feather." Zhai Qingsong was really disappointed.

Xu Ping went into the kitchen and prepared some hot water for washing her hands.

Suddenly, I saw a bowl of steaming chicken on the chopping board, and my eyes lit up immediately, "This is chicken!"

In a blink of an eye, she no longer cared about her dirty hands.

Just find chopsticks to taste a piece of chicken.

Liu Xiangqin quickly took the chicken away and hid it in the wooden basin beside her. "You've eaten it. What are we going to eat later?"

Seeing Xu Ping's sullen expression.

Liu Xiangqin snorted in a sinister way, "There's a big pot of chicken in the third brother's room. If you want to eat it, go ask them for it."

"Sister-in-law, you are such a joke. If the third brother sincerely scoops us a bowl, is there any need to ask him for it?" Xu Ping could see that the sister-in-law just wanted her to be the annoying woman.

However, they are brothers too, so the third brother scooped a bowl of chicken for the eldest brother, why didn’t he scoop a bowl for the second brother?

Xu Ping went out with a basin of warm water and washed her hands while muttering to her man about the third brother's faults.

When the second son Zhai Jiahao heard about this, he felt indignant, but what could he do?

"Don't complain! In a few days, when the paddy fields are ready, I will go into the mountains to buy some mountain products for you three. I'll let the third brother's family be jealous."

"But I want to eat chicken now."

"You are really greedy."

The next day, it was not yet completely bright outside.

Zhai Qingsong and his wife got up and prepared to put up the beam that day.

That day, seven or eight hired workers arrived at Zhai's yard one after another. Before they had breakfast, they moved the prepared round-headed wood to the roof and started to put up the beams.

Zhai Ximo also got up early, washed up quickly, and went to the front yard to help put up the beams.

Since it was the beam-raising ceremony, the hired workers were also waiting to have breakfast.

Liu Xiangqin occupied the two iron pots in the kitchen and even used the hanging pot.

This meant that Wang Ziru had no utensils to cook breakfast.

"It's okay, Mom. Let's wait a little longer." Baoer sniffed the snot from his nostrils, took his mother's hand and planned to go back to sleep.

The weather is so cold, and I have to get up and light a fire. I might as well roll back into bed and sleep for a while.

Wang Ziru was also yawning and touching her stomach, "Luckily we had a good meal last night, otherwise we would be starving today."

Just when the mother and son were about to go back to the house for a nap, Luo Laosi suddenly came to Zhai's house.

This time, Luo Laosi did not delay in the yard. He walked straight into the house and saw Wang Ziru with a panicked look on his face.

"Sister! I'm glad to find you. Something terrible has happened. My wife bled a lot last night. The baby doesn't look as rosy as when he was just born. His eyes are yellow. My mother doesn't know what's going on."

"...I'd like to trouble you to go to my house and check on my wife!"

Wang Ziru was stunned for a moment, "Did your wife feed the child?"

"Feed her! She won't eat. It drives me crazy as a father."