Chapter 15: The Gluttonous Mother and Son
Sun Pingmei sat on the stool, feeling very bored, until she saw her mother-in-law take out a wild pheasant from the basket on her back.
"Oh my god, where did you get this wild pheasant?"
She was so shocked that she knocked over the stool when she stood up.
The boss's mouth is also wide open.
"Fubao heard the bird chirping and called me over. As soon as I got there, I saw this lame pheasant. It didn't take much effort to catch it. Not only that, look what's in the backpack."
Zhang Jinlan knows.
The greediest person in the family is the second son's wife.
So she often teased Sun Pingmei.
"This is... Artemisia annua? Mom, where did you find it? My sister-in-law and I can't find it. This thing is delicious when it is made into cakes."
Sun Pingmei's voice became unusually excited.
She felt as if she was back to Chinese New Year's Day.
There were chickens and Artemisia annua, and my husband and his friends bought some meat in the evening.
No, the food is even better than during Chinese New Year!
"Don't just look at it, wash it, chop it into pieces, and use coarse flour to make cakes. Our Fubao has grown up and has never eaten Artemisia annua cake. This thing is hard to find and is only available when there is a lot of rain.
By the way, Fubao wants to drink chicken soup. Old family, kill this wild pheasant. Remember to put the blood in a separate bowl. I will stir-fry it tomorrow. Leave the feathers. After drying them, I will make a shuttlecock for Fubao to play with. The wild pheasant has beautiful feathers, so it will definitely look good when made into a shuttlecock. "
After saying this, Zhang Jinlan sat down on the stool.
After working all morning, she was tired and had a sore back.
She gave birth to several children and worked hard all year round.
There are many hidden diseases in the body.
"Grandma, let me give you a back massage." Jiang Fubao was thoughtful.
I immediately noticed that grandma was not feeling well.
She quietly walked behind Zhang Jinlan, clenched her small fleshy hands into fists, and began to massage grandma's back.
"Oh my, my dear grandson, how come he is so lovable." Zhang Jinlan's heart melted.
She felt that her granddaughter was just like the maiden under the seat of Guanyin.
I came to her house to repay my gratitude.
At noon, Jiang Shoujia returned from the fields with his grandchildren.
As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the aroma of meat.
My stomach, which was already hungry, is now growling.
Jiang Tongtu, who had a greedy mouth like his mother, dropped the hoe in his hand and rushed to the kitchen.
"Mom, what are you cooking? Why does it smell so good? Did uncle buy some meat?"
He thought that his uncle and his family had bought some meat in advance, so there was the smell of meat in the house.
"Are you starving? Your uncle and his family won't be back until tonight. Look, chicken soup! This is wild pheasant picked up by Fubao. Without her, we wouldn't be able to drink it. There are also Artemisia annua cakes. You ate them once when you were a child. Do you remember? You're going to have a good meal at noon!"
Sun Pingmei was talking while sniffing the aroma of chicken soup.
It’s so beautiful.
After the food is cooked.
The eleven members of the Jiang family sat around the round table.
Zhang Jinlan and her eldest daughter-in-law put a piece of cake in everyone's bowl.
Served with a bowl of chicken soup, it's so fragrant that your nose will fall off.
Although too much water was added to the chicken soup, the wild pheasant has tough meat, little oil, and a slightly bland taste, it is still a thousand times better than the wild vegetable soup.
There is chicken in every bowl of chicken soup, not much, just one piece.
Only Jiang Fubao's bowl contained a whole chicken leg.
"Okay, start eating. There's still a little bit left in the pot. Save it for Yamato and the others to eat in the evening."
Zhang Jinlan spoke.
Everyone started.
“Slurp, slurp—”
“Suck, suck—”
“Baji, Baji——”
It was rare that no one was talking in the main room.
The sounds of eating, drinking soup, and smacking food mixed together.
Everyone was concentrating on enjoying the food.
Take a bite of the soft Artemisia annua cake and then sip the chicken soup, and your eyebrows will rise to your feet.
The chicken soup was simmered over low heat for an hour and a half.
Jiang Fubao took the chicken leg and took a bite.
Although it is a bit woody, the meat is tender and fragrant, and it is cooked with wood. Compared with modern feed chickens, it is simply worlds apart.
"My dear granddaughter, is the chicken delicious?" Seeing that her granddaughter was almost burying her head in the bowl while eating, Zhang Jinlan smiled lovingly.
"It's delicious, grandma. The chicken soup is delicious, and the meat is delicious too. I want to eat it every day."
Jiang Fubao's mouth was full of oil after eating.
She was holding a chicken leg in her hand, and the meat on it had almost been eaten away.
After all, wild pheasants are small and have little meat.
Not as good as a fat domestic chicken.
"How can we eat it every day? Wild pheasants are hard to catch. No problem, pork is even better. We can eat it when uncle and his family come back in the evening. Grandma's fried pork slices with salted vegetables are simply the best!"
After Sun Pingmei's youngest son Jiang Tongtu finished speaking, he gulped down the remaining chicken soup in the bowl.
Then he stuffed half of the cookie in his hand directly into his mouth.
The way he wolfed down the food was exactly the same as Sun Pingmei's.
No wonder they are mother and son.
"Ahem."
Sure enough, he got it.
"You hungry ghost, why are you eating so fast? You are just like your mother, with a greedy mouth! Come, there is still some soup left in grandma's bowl, drink some soup, you are such an idiot, you can even bite your tongue when eating a cake."
If it weren’t for the worry on Zhang Jinlan’s face.
Jiang Fubao thought that grandma really disliked his fifth cousin.
"Ahem, grandma, ahem, chicken soup and biscuits are so delicious~ Next time, I, your grandson, will chew my brown rice porridge slowly!" Jiang Tongtu was scolded but didn't care.
He smiled foolishly and shrank his neck.
After a while, everyone in the Jiang family finished their meal.
Rested for about a quarter of an hour.
Jiang Fubao and his two brothers were once again taken into the house by their mother to take a nap.
The dinner had already been arranged, so the five-member team of wild vegetable pickers decided not to go up the mountain in the afternoon.
After waking up, Jiang Fubao put the thawed pork and the basin back into the space under the bed, then took a small stool and sat in the yard, watching his grandmother and mother mending the clothes.
The Jiang family has a large population.
They have to go up the mountain to chop firewood, dig wild vegetables, farm and do odd jobs, and their clothes are badly worn out.
If you're not careful, it will tear.
The best embroidery workers in the Jiang family were the original owner's mother and grandmother.
Therefore, all the work at home that requires needlework falls on the two of them.
"Mom, look, there are still a lot of Artemisia annua in the basket. They are almost wilted. Do we need to soak them in water?" Suddenly, a voice broke the silence.
Sun Pingmei walked out of the kitchen quickly with a basket and asked her mother-in-law.
"No, wash it, chop it up and mix it with the coarse flour. Put it in a basin and cover it with a cloth before spreading it. When Yamato and the others come back, spread it out. Two cakes per person, with some salted vegetables and fried pork slices, it's enough to eat. As for the chicken soup, we drank it at noon, so leave the rest for Yamato and the others. There are still a lot of Artemisia annua in that place, we'll go pick some tomorrow."
Zhang Jinlan took a glance and gave instructions.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Sun Pingmei agreed readily. Although she seemed to be greedy and gluttonous, she was very efficient at work and never slacked off.
Time just passes by little by little.