After Feng Yuzhen finished speaking, she didn't care about the chaos between the two parties, and quickly led her people inside to pick up firewood and mushrooms.
Lin Weiwan carried the chicken away, put it in the basket, split the wood into two pieces and tied them up with a rope, picked up the water bottle at his waist, and drank a sip of the spiritual spring water.
I started to pull the dead tree back. It looked very heavy, but it was really nothing to me.
After drinking the spiritual spring water every day for a month, Lin Weiwan felt that the energy in his body was becoming stronger and more abundant. Although he was not as strong as a man, he was at least twice as strong as a young man.
Back at the educated youth center, Lin Weiwan looked at the time and saw it was already half past three. He dragged the wood to where he had built the stove, took out an axe and started to chop the wood a little.
Get some water and start boiling it to pluck the chicken’s feathers. The chicken is kept in this weather and must be stewed.
The old educated youth and the new educated youth each came back to prepare dinner, and after collecting firewood, they could rest early.
When the other educated youths came back, they could only smell the aroma of meat in the yard.
Aroma kept coming out of the pottery jar and wafting away.
Fatty Hu xiao covered his mouth to prevent saliva from dripping out, and ran quickly to Lin Weiwan.
Lin Weiwan was fanning herself while sitting on a bench.
"Lin Zhiqing, the chicken you stewed is so fragrant that it makes me dizzy." Hu Xiaopang has eaten a lot of delicious food since he was a child, but this is the first time he has seen a chicken stewed so fragrantly that it can be smelled from miles away.
"Well, you're quite knowledgeable. I'll give you a chicken paw later." Lin Weiwan couldn't help laughing when she saw Hu Xiaopang's greedy look.
"Lin Weiwan, you're so awesome, you even caught a chicken." Du Shanshan didn't expect Lin Weiwan to be so good at cooking.
"Well, it's okay." Lin Weiwan looked at Du Shanshan who hadn't spoken to herself all day. Maybe she had just finished washing up, and there was a smell of that Soothing Soap.
"Did Du Zhiqing just wash up? What kind of soap did he use that smells so good? I've never smelled it before." Lin Weiwan asked Du Shanshan curiously.
"Does it smell good, Lin Zhiqing? I made this myself when I was at home."
As he spoke, he moved closer to Lin Weiwan.
"I still have one in my bag. If you want to use it, we can exchange it. Just give me a bowl of chicken." Du Shanshan had just gone around the black market on her first day, so she naturally knew the current prices.
A bar of soap cost thirty-five cents, which was not a big deal in exchange for a bowl of stewed chicken.
Lin Weiwan shook her head and said, "This chicken is big. I gave you one bowl, so what's left over still counts."
Du Shanshan thought Lin Wei would change later, but she didn't expect him to be so greedy.
There is a whole box of soap in my space supermarket. This stewed chicken is really delicious.
"How about exchanging four pieces of chicken with you? But I don't want to eat chicken butts and chicken feet." Du Shanshan didn't wear this and she also didn't want to eat these two things.
Lin Weiwan thought for a moment and said, "Okay, bring me a bowl when it's ready."
Lin Weiwan saw that the time was almost up, so he took the woolen mat and brought the pottery jar over.
Put the iron pot on the simple stove, take out the early fermented dough, knead the pancakes and stick them on the iron pot.
Stick more than ten cakes in a circle, fill them with water, and cover them with a wooden pot lid.
There are fine grains, but the chicken is conspicuous enough when eaten by itself. It would be too annoying to pair it with white rice. It’s better to keep a low profile and eat as much as you want after you move into the house after it’s built.
Tomorrow morning I'll add some mushrooms to my chicken soup and have it with some cornmeal.
I put the pottery jar on the Kang table I bought from Uncle Li, took out two corn hot pot stickers, and prepared to have dinner.
Fat Hu had already come over with the bowl in his hand, "Sister Lin, let me do it, hehe."
"You seem older than me." Lin Weiwan looked at the joyful Hu Xiaopang, opened the lid, picked up two chicken feet and put them into Hu Xiaopang's lunch box.
"Then, Sister Lin." Hu Xiaopang's eyes turned and he opened his mouth to name his sister.
"Okay, take it and eat it." Lin Weiwan brought Du Shanshan's lunch box over and put four pieces of meat in it.
Du Shanshan came out of the house and squatted beside Lin Weiwan. She took out the soap without the fonts and put it into Lin Weiwan's pocket, then walked happily to the new educated youth with her lunch box.
Zhou Rongrong and Wang Ping brought the prepared dishes, boiled vegetables with cornmeal dumplings, and the group of people sighed collectively as they inhaled the meaty aroma that filled the air.
This life is too hard to bear. Zhou Rongrong turned her eyes and said, "My cooking skills are good, I can only do this. Then let's invite Lin Zhiqing over.
She is such a good cook, the food she cooks is delicious, and everyone enjoys the meal.”
When several people heard what Zhou Rongrong said, they all looked up and said that they were very moved.
Smell it, the cornmeal dumplings made by Lin Zhiqing smell so good. No matter what, the same ingredients will taste the same in other people's shops.
At this moment, not only the new educated youth were considering Zhou Rongrong's words, but the old educated youth were also tempted.
Times were hard, there was nothing good to eat, no matter how badly it was cooked. In the past, it was all badly cooked, if only someone cooked it well.
If you eat something unpalatable, you will definitely have some thoughts in your mind.
Du Shanshan couldn't help but widen her eyes when she heard Zhou Rongrong's words. This green tea bitch is really bold in saying that.
Why should you ask someone to cook for you every day? That’s wishful thinking. She is your nanny.
In my heart, I was secretly glad that I didn't mess with Zhou Rongrong, but I knew how this person would harm me.
Hu Xiaopang sat next to Ye Jibai, sucking the chicken claws slowly.
The aroma of meat wafted towards Ye Jibai who was eating cornmeal buns with boiled vegetables. Ye Jibai couldn't help but look back at the fat man while eating the cornmeal buns that were choking him quickly.
"That's just to say, whoever cooks delicious food can cook for everyone every day, and they also have to earn work points. Who has the energy to cook every day?"
Shen Qingjun thought these people were just daydreaming, and Lin Weiwan was the first to suggest dividing the food and eating it alone, which really showed that she was looking for trouble.
These few people are just staring at me, really treating me like their mother.
What’s more, there is dirtiness among the seemingly harmonious group, and even if others don’t see it today, he does.
"Shen Zhiqing, I was just saying it casually. I don't want Lin Zhiqing to cook for me every day. She has never done any housework. When she is at home, it is my mother who does the housework."
Zhou Rongrong never let go of any opportunity to discredit Lin Weiwan.
"You knew it and yet you said it out loud. You're quite a strange person. You're obviously on good terms with her, but you still pretend that you understand her very well. Now you're gossiping about her behind her back.
You are not siblings, you have to involve each other in everything you do. It is your fault that you are good at what you do, you should learn it yourself. Why are you making a fuss here and mocking others? "
Hu Xiaopang gnawed on the soft and tasty chicken feet and started to tease Zhou Rongrong.
What is the concept of yielding to women? It doesn't exist at all in his mind. Lin Zhiqing is a good person and knows what's going on. Unlike this group of people who are more cunning than a sieve, look, a chicken has two claws, and Lin Zhiqing has them all for himself.