Although Wang Guihua secretly kept some duck blood, which was unacceptable, the duck blood was something that the group of them had to exchange for with work points.
It's unfair that everyone else gets to taste it, while the people who raise these chickens and ducks, who slaughter and pluck them, don't get a single bite.
Ning Jing didn't care about the duck blood, but she was very interested in the duck down, which was a duck down comforter she had been longing for for a long time!
She carefully washed the duck down several times to remove all the stench of duck droppings. After drying it, she gently opened the gauze on the flat sieve and reached out to grab a small clump of duck down.
This batch of duck down was selected from the softest part of the duck.
Each strand of down is as soft as a dandelion seed, as if it could be blown away with a gentle breeze.
The other feathers that could be selected to be relatively stiff were piled together, dried, and then chopped into pieces with a guillotine.
In this way, these originally somewhat stiff duck feathers changed their appearance.
Although it can't compare to the best, the quantity is plentiful. Once it's made into clothes, stuffing these inside and wearing them will provide excellent warmth.
However, we'll have to wait until winter to try making clothes, blankets, and the like.
In this season, I'm working hard to clean all the feathers so they can be sold for money in winter.
So, Ning Jing stayed at the farm, finished all her work, and then took her share of duck blood and headed home.
Wang Guihua cut her a large piece, and Ning Jing thought to herself that if there were some beef tripe and intestines, she could make a bowl of spicy blood curd.
Unfortunately, she not only lacked beef tripe and intestines, but also all the various spices needed to make Mao Xue Wang (a spicy Sichuan dish).
However, we still have some pickled cabbage at home, so we can take one out and make pickled cabbage and duck blood.
This is perfect for this weather. The pickled cabbage is refreshing and appetizing, and the duck blood is very fresh. Even if you don't add anything else, just boil it and add some salt, it will still taste delicious.
However, Xiaoya doesn't really like pickled cabbage, so I'll stew four bowls of steamed egg custard for the kids tonight, one bowl for each of them, so there won't be any arguments.
Ning Jing was planning what dishes to cook that evening when she pushed open the courtyard gate.
But in his heart he thought, the courtyard was so deserted, it seemed that the children must be playing at the Zhao family's place.
Looking up, she saw Xiaofeng leaning against the doorway, giving her a shy smile.
He called out softly, "Auntie!"
That shout almost gave Ning Jing a heart attack, and the duck blood she was holding was nearly spilled out of her hand.
"Little...Little...Little Feng? You're awake? Are you alright?"
Ning Jing was initially incredulous, followed by ecstasy and nervousness.
She strode over to Xiaofeng, casually tossed the duck blood aside, then took Xiaofeng's hand and examined it carefully from head to toe.
Despite being thoroughly examined by her aunt, Xiaofeng didn't feel annoyed at all. Instead, she felt a warm current flowing through her heart, and then her eyes stung, and tears streamed down her face.
Although Xiaofeng was unconscious before waking up, her hearing was still functioning, so she remembered everything that everyone said to her.
Even when she was in the county hospital, her aunt massaged and took care of her every day. Xiaofeng remembered all the kindness her uncle and aunt showed her.
Ning Jing, who was originally tense, felt a pang of heartache when she saw Xiao Feng suddenly burst into tears!
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