Chapter 17 A rare sumptuous dinner
"Second brother, come in and help."
Sun Pingmei was so angry that she wanted to curse.
No sound yet.
The mother-in-law called her.
resignedly.
She stared at Jiang Eryong's back, muttered a few words silently, and went into the kitchen.
"Sizzle--" The moment the cut fat was poured into the iron pot, it was like firecrackers were set off.
Zhu Yingqiu quickly stir-fried it twice and poured in water.
The lard cooked in this way is particularly white.
And it is not easy to get stuck in the pot.
Zhang Jinlan, who was standing by, took out some pickled vegetables from the jar, washed them, and cut them into cubes.
Sun Pingmei rolled the Artemisia annua dough in the basin into cakes, and then fried them after the pork fat was cooked.
Zhang Yanzi was not idle either. She was holding a spoon and serving chicken soup.
Each woman in the Jiang family has a clear division of labor.
No one is idle.
The man is in charge of the outside affairs, while the woman is in charge of the inside affairs. Jiang Fubao saw this scene.
"Fubao, come and try the pork lard, it's so crispy." Jiang Fubao, who was in a daze, was interrupted by his aunt's voice.
She picked up a piece of pork lard, blew on it, and stuffed it into Jiang Fubao's mouth.
"Is it fragrant?" Zhu Yingqiu asked.
"It smells good!" said Jiang Fubao.
The pork lard is crunchy when you bite it.
Not greasy at all.
Even without any salt, it tastes delicious.
The lard is ready.
Zhu Yingqiu scooped out the lard and put it into a jar. There wasn't much, only about one-third full.
The iron pot was shiny because of the oil boiled in it.
It's Sun Pingmei's turn to make pancakes.
I saw that her hands were very fast.
He picked up the rolled out pancake and stuck it into the pan, making the iron pan completely airtight.
Jiang Fubao watched with great interest.
She has never felt the warmth of a family, and all her memories are of her time in an orphanage.
She has no relatives to cook for her.
Eating in the orphanage is like eating in a cafeteria, where someone serves the food.
Not like now.
Everyone in the family had a smile on their face and was busy preparing for the upcoming dinner.
After the pancakes were fried, the sixteen members of the Jiang family sat around the round table.
Except for children, adults get two cookies each.
Jiang Fubao is only three years old and she is full after eating half a piece.
She tore off the other half and put it into Zhang Jinlan's bowl.
"Grandma didn't eat enough today, so I'll share my cake with you." Jiang Fubao shook his head, looking so cute.
"Fubao is still thinking about me. Grandma knows that Fubao is the most filial. Come, Fubao, eat the chicken leg quickly, drink the chicken soup and eat the cakes at the same time, and then try the salted vegetable and meat slices that Grandma fried to see if they are delicious."
If Jiang Fubao had a system that could detect favorability, I'm afraid Zhang Jinlan's favorability would have already exceeded the limit.
She picked up a piece of food for her granddaughter with her chopsticks, and there were three pieces of meat in it.
They are all thin.
After all, the fat was cut off and made into lard.
From two pounds of meat, remove half of the fat, leaving less than one pound of lean meat.
The meat is very moist.
Cut into thick slices, stir-fry and thin out.
Each member of the Jiang family was given two pieces of meat.
Zhang Jinlan gave a piece of her own meat to Jiang Fubao.
"It's delicious, the meat is so fragrant, grandma is the best, and the salted vegetables are a little sour, so delicious." Jiang Fubao's praise came completely from the heart.
Grandma’s cooking is better than any food she has ever eaten in modern times.
Not only grandma.
The pork dregs cooked by my eldest aunt, the pancakes fried by my second aunt, and the chicken soup cooked by my mother are all equally delicious.
Every woman in the Jiang family is so powerful.
Of course, men are not bad either.
Everyone does dirty and heavy work and is not afraid of hardship or fatigue.
The original owner's two brothers, one six years old and the other only five years old, knew how to help with housework.
In modern times, this child is just kindergarten age and is completely ignorant. Some families who are used to children would even chase him with a bowl in hand to feed him.
"Today feels like Chinese New Year. Oh my God, I must be dreaming. How come life is suddenly so good?"
Sun Pingmei looked at the dishes on the table, her mouth watering.
She talked to herself foolishly.
"What are you dreaming about? It's all because of Fubao that you can eat such delicious food. Look, this meat, this Artemisia annua and chicken soup, all of them are made with Fubao. If it weren't for Fubao's guidance this morning, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to find that precious land. The mud in that land was wet and there were a lot of Artemisia annua growing there. The pheasant was also caught nearby. You should thank Fubao!"
Zhang Jinlan started her daily brainwashing.
The Jiang family has gotten used to it.
Only Jiang Fubao's little face was a little red.
"Thank you, sister. Because of you, I, the third brother, can drink such fresh chicken soup." Jiang Tongshui swallowed the chicken soup in his mouth and squinted his eyes comfortably.
"Fubao is so lucky, he must be a fairy who has descended to earth. From now on, Fubao, whatever you say, I, the fifth brother, will never go back on my word. I will definitely listen to you in everything." Jiang Tongtu said while chewing a piece of meat.
The meat slices were so delicious that he couldn't bear to swallow them.
Really delicious.
It would be nice if I could eat meat every day.
But he didn't dare to say it.
If he tells it out, grandma will scold him for being a glutton.
It will also implicate my mother.
Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at his mother, Sun Pingmei.
I saw my mother biting the Artemisia annua cake and eating without even raising her head.
Okay.
He overthought it.
As long as my mother has delicious food, she doesn’t care about anything.
At this time, Jiang Eryong still had half a bowl of chicken soup left in his bowl. He placed it in front of his daughter-in-law and whispered to her, "Drink it quickly."
Sun Pingmei raised her head when she heard the voice.
Seeing the chicken soup, her eyes were all smiles. "Daddy, I will never regret marrying you."
"Don't be greedy, drink it quickly, otherwise the soup will taste fishy when it gets cold." Jiang Eryong's personality is the same as his mother Zhang Jinlan.
Hard mouth but soft heart.
Don't think that he always complains about Sun Pingmei.
But behind the scenes, he loves his wife very much.
The meal ended beautifully.
Everyone in the Jiang family had a full stomach.
"It feels so good. The last time I ate so much was last time." Jiang Tongmu's words made the main room quiet instantly.
"You kid, why are you talking nonsense? Hurry up and walk around the yard for a few laps to digest the food, then go to bed early. You have to go to town tomorrow, and you have to make more money in these few days."
Jiang Dahe slapped his second son in silence.
The force is very light.
"The soil in the field has been loosened and fertilized twice. We are just waiting for the rain. If it doesn't rain for another seven or eight days, we will have to carry water from the river for irrigation."
No one in the Jiang family went out for a walk tonight.
Jiang Shoujia looked at the bright moon in the sky and let out a long breath.
His voice was filled with sorrow.
"It looks like we can't grow rice this year. Let's continue to grow brown rice, which is drought-resistant. We just hope that the taxes won't be too high during the autumn harvest. Then we can sell some of the remaining grain and find a wife for Tongjin. The rest, mixed with wild vegetables, will be enough to last until next year."
After Zhang Jinlan finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Shoujia.
They both sighed.
The next second, she continued.
"Alas, in this world, those of us who depend on the weather for our livelihoods suffer. If I had some money saved at home, I would definitely send a few boys to the town to study, even if it means passing the imperial examination to become a student."