After work, Zhou Yian quickly washed himself and changed his clothes.
Day by day, although she herself felt that she had not actually come into contact with it, she felt that she had become somewhat familiar with it.
Just cleaned it briefly.
Zhou Yian prepared to cook.
She had already decided what to eat in the afternoon.
There was a pheasant that she hadn’t eaten last time, so today she decided to make clay pot chicken.
Although she has never made it at home, she and her friends have gone to the store to eat it several times, and she has seen the staff make it several times as well.
It feels like just stir-frying and then adding water.
After taking out the chicken and seasonings, Zhou Yian started to work.
Ever since the last chicken-killing incident, Zhou Yian felt that he was still not suitable for doing such bloody work.
She asked Song Songbai to clean up the chicken and other things. Song Songbai also cut them into pieces, so she didn't have to chop them with a knife.
I thought about the process, isn’t it just frying the ingredients over high heat and then adding the chicken?
As I was frying, a burst of hot steam came up, it was really fragrant.
While stewing the chicken for a while, Zhou Yian also prepared some essential vegetables for clay pot chicken, such as potatoes and greens.
There are also potato noodles and pot stickers.
Pot stickers are made with a batter made from flour and cornstarch. They will taste better if you put them in water for a while.
It is still cooked with firewood, which is the most fragrant. Finally, some vermicelli is added and the fragrant clay pot chicken is ready.
Zhou Yian was still waiting in front of the stove.
She originally wanted to be a good wife, and the idea of a wife preparing meals and waiting for her husband to come home late was very touching at first!
She felt that she could move Song Songbai to tears.
Unfortunately, the food smelled better and better the more I ate it.
Who can stand a pot of clay pot chicken posing in front of her? !
Anyway, Zhou Yian can't do it.
It took only one minute for the clay pot chicken to shake her love for Song Songbai.
Whoever wants to be this virtuous wife can do it. She is hungry and she wants to eat.
I didn’t eat much at lunch.
This little smell is so itchy that it gives people a headache.
It’s polite to leave some food.
Zhou Yian considered himself a particular person, so he would give half of the food to each of them, leaving no more for him and no less for himself.
Finished the meal.
I found out why Song Songbai hasn’t come back yet.
Although she ate faster this time and it didn't take much time, it still took some time to cook.
It's dark now.
Zhou Yian was just about to go to the village chief's house to inquire about the situation, hoping that something wouldn't go wrong on the way.
Then I heard the sound of someone coming in from outside.
"Are you back?" Zhou Yian shouted.
"I'm back." Song Songbai pushed the door open and came in. "I came back a little late because of something. I guess you must be waiting anxiously."
"I'm a little worried." After finishing my meal, I realized that I was a little worried.
"Well, don't worry." Song Songbai smiled and placed the bucket of goat milk in front of her. "Goat milk, there really is."
"Wow." Zhou Yian stood up and gave everyone a big hug. "Brother Song is really amazing."
That's it.
Song Songbai looked at the person who had hugged him and left, and now he was so perfunctory that he didn't even kiss him.
Zhou Yian was still thinking about goat milk. If she had known earlier, she would have waited for someone to come back for dinner. It would be just right to have milk tea with clay pot chicken.
"Do you want to drink it?" Zhou Yian thought for a moment and asked, "I'll make it for you?"
"I don't want to drink." She wanted to be kissed. She clearly wanted to drink, but she still had to ask him.
"Oh, stop saying one thing and thinking another. I know you like it." Zhou Yian didn't care what he said. She wanted to drink it anyway.
“…Okay.” Song Songbai smiled. He felt that An An wouldn’t listen to anything he said, so he simply pulled her over and kissed her twice.
I haven't seen you for a day and I miss you a little.
Zhou Yian was stunned for a moment, then pushed the person away, feeling a little embarrassed by the sudden appearance of the person. "Eat, eat. I saved some food for you."
And shy.
Song Songbai also felt a little hungry, "Okay, let's eat."
"It's in the pot, serve yourself." Zhou Yian took the goat milk to the small stove next to him. This thing couldn't be cooked in such a big pot.
Song Songbai obediently served himself, "It looks delicious."
"That's right." Zhou Yian was quite proud. There were only a few dishes available outside, so he still had to rely on himself.
Although it was not as good as what she had eaten outside before, Zhou Yian felt that the slight flaw in taste was tolerable.
I made milk tea with peace of mind and took out the black tea leaves that had been gathering dust for many days.
First put sugar in the pot, boil caramel, then add milk and tea and bring to a boil.
Zhou Yian is quite good at this. It is difficult to order takeout when she goes back to the countryside, so she makes it herself with milk. It is healthy and delicious, and her grandfather likes it too.
The tea leaves were fished out and each person was given a cup.
"Just drink less at night." Zhou Yian said, mainly because she really wanted to drink, otherwise drinking at night would make her stay up late.
Song Songbai was still finishing his meal and didn't expect her to move so quickly.
I sat opposite him, drinking milk tea and watching him eat.
Song Songbai put down his chopsticks and took out the letter with a casual look, "It's from Liu Ke."
"Oh." Zhou Yian was drinking milk tea from the cup. He took it and looked at it. There was nothing in it, just some greetings.
They were all educated youth from Beijing. Liu Ke seemed to be a nice person on the train. As the saying goes, many friends mean many paths, so it was nice to be able to connect with them.
"Didn't you encounter anything interesting when you went to the Shanqi Brigade?" Zhou Yian asked tentatively.
"Does it count if the team leader was almost kicked by a sheep while milking it?" Song Songbai thought about it. He didn't feel anything, but everyone around him looked like they were trying to hold back their laughter.
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