Yun Qiao suffered from severe morning sickness, and the smell of disinfectant in the clinic was quite pungent for her. In order to relieve the discomfort, Yun Qiao did not throw away the orange peels after eating them. She placed them on the windowsill to dry and carried them with her. Every time she felt like vomiting, she would pick up the orange peels and put them under her nose and sniff them hard.
The smell of orange peel is refreshing and will make you feel more energetic after smelling it.
Gao Qian had stomach pain during her period, so she brought a bag of brown sugar from home and drank it with brown sugar water.
She made a cup of brown sugar water and asked Yun Qiao if he wanted to drink it.
Yun Qiao waved his hand.
Brown sugar can promote blood circulation and should not be consumed during early pregnancy.
Gao Qian quickly apologized: "Ouch, I'm sorry, I forgot."
"'fine."
Gao Qian asked An Xiaomei again: "Xiaomei, do you want to drink?"
An Xiaomei lay listlessly on the window of the pharmacy. After hearing this, she waved her hand weakly: "Thank you, Sister Xiao Gao, I don't want to drink it."
"What's going on? Why do I feel like you're in worse shape today than me, who's on my period?" Gao Qian raised her hand and touched An Xiaomei's forehead worriedly: "You don't have a fever."
An Xiaomei shook her head: "Sister Xiao Gao, I'm fine, I'm just not in a good mood today."
"What's wrong? What happened?" Gao Qian asked.
An Xiaomei shook her head again: "Sister Xiao Gao, please don't ask anymore. I don't want to talk about it."
"Hey, since you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask anymore." Gao Qian said, taking out a piece of candy from her pocket and stuffing it into her hand: "Eat a piece of candy to make your mouth sweet and your mood brighten."
"Thank you, Sister Xiao Gao." An Xiaomei forced a smile at the corner of her mouth and smiled cooperatively.
Gao Qian held the quilt and sat across from Yun Qiao. She smiled and said, "Doctor Qin, I heard your mother came yesterday?"
Yun Qiao nodded: "Yes. She was a little worried about me, so she came to take care of me personally."
"That's quite good. When you're a little older, you'll be too frail to do much housework. Plus, the baby is just a newborn and needs constant attention. Having someone at home to lend a hand at this time will make life much easier." Gao Qian said enviously, "Your mother is so kind to you."
Speaking of Feng Juan, Yun Qiao smiled and said, "Yes, my mother is very kind to me."
At this time, Feng Juan, who was particularly fond of Yun Qiao, was braising a pig's head at Qin Zheng's house.
Yun Qiao's house has no side rooms, and the kitchen is directly separated from the main room. The space is relatively narrow and the stove is small. It is not as big as the kitchen in the yard assigned by Qin Zheng.
Another reason was the braised meat. It had a bad smell and the smell of oil was also bad. She was afraid that Yun Qiao would not be able to get used to the smell when she came home from work and would vomit. So she asked someone to go to the group and ask Qin Zheng for the key to his house. She opened the door and went in to use the kitchen to braise the pig's head.
Qin Zheng rarely cooks, and although the kitchen is not dirty, there is a thin layer of dust on everything. Feng Juan wet the rag and cleaned the kitchen before starting to deal with the pig's head.
To process a pig's head, you must first clean the remaining pig fat on the head.
Nowadays, delicatessens usually use pitch and rosin to process pork belly. They mix them together and boil them until they are thick. The mixture is then poured directly onto the area where the pork belly is. The mixture is then immersed in cold water to cool. After that, the asphalt is lifted up directly by hand, and the pork belly will be pulled out along with it.
Feng Juan felt that this was unsafe. The smell of asphalt was so bad that if it was used directly on food, there was no guarantee that there would be no harmful substances left. She could not control the people outside. When braising meat at home, she would rather take the trouble and use a red-hot iron rod on the stove to burn the dirt off the pig skin bit by bit.
The scalded pig skin turned charred black, and Feng Juan used a kitchen knife to scrape off the black color bit by bit.
Just as Feng Juan was squatting at the kitchen door preparing the pig, Sun Lan, who lived next door, knocked on the door and walked in. She smiled at Feng Juan and said, "Auntie, you're finally back. I haven't seen you for half a year, and I missed you so much. I hope you've been in good health recently."
"I'm in good health." Feng Juan glanced at her and asked, "It's Monday today, aren't you going to work?"
Sun Lan smiled awkwardly: "Well, it was cold before the New Year, and I was sick for more than half a month. I took leave and didn't go to work, so my position was taken by someone else."
"That's a shame." Feng Juan comforted her casually, "But it's okay. You're young, and you still have time to wait for the resettlement office to find you a job next to resettlement."
Sun Lan forced a smile and didn't respond.
There is no job arranged for her now, and she was fired for absenteeism without reason. She is listed as an employee in the resettlement office, so it is difficult for the resettlement office to arrange another job for her.
Sun Lan didn't want to talk about this with Feng Juan, so she changed the subject directly: "Aunt, I heard Yun Qiao is pregnant? Are you here to take care of her?"
"Yes." Feng Juan nodded and lowered her head to scrape the pig's flesh.
Sun Lan made small talk: "Aunt, you are so kind to Yun Qiao. Yun Qiao is so lucky to have such a kind relative like you. It's rare to find a mother who is willing to live with her son-in-law and take care of her daughter these days."
Feng Juan said calmly, "Yun Qiao is my only daughter. I don't care about her, but who else?"
After the pig's flesh was scraped clean, Feng Juan stood up to get some water. She turned to Sun Lan and said, "Move aside so the blood doesn't splash on you."
Sun Lan quickly dodged backwards.
Feng Juan rinsed the pig's head with clean water, carried it into the house, put it on the chopping board to cut it, and then put it in the pot to blanch it.
Sun Lan took the initiative to say: "Auntie, I will help you light the fire."
Feng Juan saw Sun Lan sitting in front of the stove and just nodded: "Thank you, Mr.
"Auntie, we are neighbors, you don't have to be so polite to me."
Sun Lan lit an old newspaper to start the fire, and then she lit the firewood with ease. Once the firewood was lit, she could do nothing else but watch it and add more wood if the fire dies down.
While waiting for the water to boil, Sun Lan tentatively said, "Auntie, Yun Qiao is married, pregnant, and has a child. Isn't it time for her brother Qin Zheng to find his marriage as well?"
Feng Juan raised her eyelids and glanced at Sun Lan.
What does she mean?
Just talk about Yun Qiao, why did you suddenly bring up Qin Zheng's marriage?
Thinking back to a year ago when Sun Lan had tried repeatedly to arrange a blind date between her niece and Qin Zheng, Feng Juan felt a little unhappy.
Doesn't she give up yet?
Want to continue to match her niece with Qin Zheng?
Mix the asphalt and rosin and simmer them over a fire until they are melted. Prepare a basin of cold water and use a spoon to pour the melted asphalt and rosin onto the area where the pig's head is. It's okay if it gets on the pork. Then put the pig's head into the cold water to cool it down. After it cools down, use your hands to lift the asphalt off the pig's head and pull out the pig's head together with the pig's head. If there are any small particles, just burn them with a blowtorch.
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