Yin Lan washed the cloth bag and used it as a filter to filter the juice and remove the large leaf fragments.
Over there, the eldest son was already plucking chicken feathers amidst the steaming heat.
Erwa washed the mushrooms clean, and the little boy broke the clean, plump mushrooms in half.
With nothing to do, he would look at his older brother for a while, then at his mother.
It had been a long time since the house had seen such a lively and thriving scene, which warmed Erwa's eyes and heart.
Not to be outdone, he ran in, helped Sanwa urinate again, then put Sanwa on the ground, carefully watched over him, and taught Sanwa to walk. "Mommy, Sanwa is so great!"
"Mom, I've almost finished plucking the chicken feathers, I'm going to butcher it now!"
"Mother~"
"Are you sure you can handle this? Be careful with your hands, I'll kill you later." Although Yin Lan couldn't either.
"I'll do it, I can do it," the eldest child said confidently.
Alright, Yin Lan reminded Da Wa to be careful.
Kids these days are completely different from those in modern times. A child who is almost six years old can do so many things.
Nowadays, six-year-olds probably wouldn't even let their parents touch a kitchen knife.
The eldest child already knows how to cut pig feed, so slaughtering chickens shouldn't be a big problem.
After filtering the liquid herself, Yin Lan took out the mint leaves she had picked from her basket, washed them, chopped them into small pieces, and then slowly poured the juice into the bowl of mint leaves while stirring constantly with her other hand to mix the two ingredients evenly.
After stirring thoroughly, you're all done.
The liquid in the bowl, which had not yet solidified, looked vibrant green and was particularly beautiful. If it were in a glass bowl, it would look like a work of art.
Actually, we should add some other ingredients now, such as peanuts or crushed peanuts, but due to limited resources, we're just experimenting today and won't add them for now.
"Wow, Mom, are you playing house?" Erwa asked, looking at the things. "My older brother and I are very busy."
You little brat!
This means he's annoyed that his mother is just playing around.
"You'll see in a bit. It's a new dish. It tastes like jelly, bouncy and soft, with a light and refreshing aroma. It's especially delicious and refreshing."
Forget it, jelly, this kid has never even seen one before.
Erwa was a little skeptical. He had seen it all: his mother had only used leaves and pounded them up. How could she have made something like that?
Yin Lan let the juice sit and told the two children not to cause any trouble.
Then, looking at the already slaughtered chicken and cleaned mushrooms, we started stewing them!
Add pork to the pot and let it melt. Then add the wild Sichuan peppercorns, wild garlic, and wild ginger that we picked today and stir-fry until fragrant.
After smelling the otherworldly fragrance, the two children, who had been teasing the third child, immediately shoved him onto the bed and rushed to the outer room to squat down and watch, drooling all the while.
"It smells so good, Mom!"
"Stop drooling. Whoever drools into the pot won't get a single bite tonight."
The two children immediately covered their mouths.
Yin Lan poured in the chicken and stir-fried it. The originally white chicken immediately turned golden brown. With a sizzling sound, the aroma of oil mixed with the chicken filled the air, and saliva dripped from between the two children's fingers.
Even Yin Lan couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Big brother, go and get the small leaves and the round pile of things that I put together in the basket."
These spices were actually purchased by Yin Lan from the system. She left them there for the children to retrieve, so they would think that they were randomly picked today.
Sure enough, when faced with Da Wa's puzzled look, Yin Lan still took Da Wa's intelligence seriously, "I smell that these things have a special aroma. Maybe they will taste better if stewed together. Let's try it."
Mother really is...
The two kids looked so worried. Mom, please don't ruin this pot of chicken...
Yin Lan ignored them, added mushrooms to the pot, stir-fried them a few times, added water, and covered it... well, there was no lid at all.
Well, she added more water, so let's just make do.
The rich broth, constantly swirling and releasing an irresistible aroma, is a hundred times better than the chicken that Da Wa used to occasionally eat at any other family's house in the village!
Oh no, thousands of times!
Qian is already the thing he knows the most!
The two kids' mouths are practically overflowing.
Yin Lan let the chicken simmer in the pot. She glanced at the tree jelly, shook it gently, and saw that it had already begun to solidify and clump together, but it wasn't completely done yet.
Suddenly, she remembered the taro, took only one, washed it clean, and then cut it into three pieces.
After a while, the chicken was cooked. Since there was only one fire pit, Yin Lan put the stewed chicken and mushrooms aside. Now she could start cooking. She added the rinsed rice to the pot, then put the taro in. Since there was no steaming equipment, she would just cook it together with the rice.
As the sun sets, villagers who have been working outside gradually return home to eat their own dinner.
Most of the food consisted of cornbread or brown rice porridge. Those who were better off could eat porridge made with old rice, and even the village head's family only ate new rice occasionally.
However, Yin Lan's family had already eaten several meals of new rice.
On the table are three bowls of white rice, each topped with a banana and taro. On the table is a dish of stewed chicken with mushrooms, its golden and glossy color making one's mouth water, and the aroma wafting out is enough to entice the two little ones to their doom.
There was also a small, bright green square next to it, the color of tender grass sprouts.
It really looks just like Mom said, bouncy and smells of fresh leaves and refreshing mint. This is actually made from leaves?
The two little ones couldn't believe that leaves could be used to make a dish.
"Mom, are you a fairy? That's amazing! How did you know you could do that?" The two children were extremely curious.
"Here, have a taste." Yin Lan fed one of the children a bite.
One bite and your mouth is filled with the endless fragrance of leaves. Biting into it, it's really bouncy and incredibly smooth. With the addition of mint, you feel instantly refreshed.
The two boys squinted their eyes, then opened them wide with satisfaction.
"It's so delicious!"
Next up was the chicken stew with mushrooms that the child had been eyeing for a long time.
The two kids were initially worried that Yin Lan might add things to the pot and make the chicken taste bad, but when the older child picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, his face immediately changed.
Before I could even speak, my tongue was almost swallowed.
So delicious!
This is the best-tasting food in the world!
The three of them devoured the food in a whirlwind, and even Yin Lan, who was used to eating rich and delicious food in modern society, was surprised by how quickly her cooking skills had improved.
A whole table of food was devoured in no time by the adult and two children.
Outside the thatched hut.
Tian Youwei didn't believe his shoes could disappear so mysteriously, so he ran back to the vicinity of Yin Lan's thatched cottage and searched carefully for a long time.
That's strange, there's still no trace of the shoes. Could they really have flown away?
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