The Jiang family was excited again when they saw the baskets full of wild vegetables and mushrooms.
Their family hadn't had such good luck for many years.
Everyone felt that the bad luck was about to leave the Jiang family.
Grandma Jiang waved her hand generously, "To celebrate our family's good fortune, we'll stew a pot of wild mushroom and chicken soup for lunch, and make some flatbreads with coarse flour to go with the soup."
"Yay! That's great, long live Grandma!" Jiang Xun and his brothers raised their hands and cheered, their faces flushed with excitement.
Not only were the children happy, but the adults were also very happy.
"Mom, I'll take the chicken and clean it up in a bit." Uncle Jiang volunteered to take on the task of killing the chicken.
Grandma Jiang looked at Hu Shi with a big smile in her eyes, "Eldest daughter-in-law, you'll be in charge of cooking in a bit. You're the best cook in our Jiang family. Good ingredients deserve a good chef. We can't waste such a good pheasant. Second daughter-in-law, you'll be your assistant."
"Yes, Mother," Madam Zhu readily replied.
This time she answered very quickly, as if she couldn't wait to start a fire and stew chicken.
"Mother, I was just thinking of taking over the task of stewing the chicken," Madam Hu said with a smile.
Jiang Wanwan, who was standing to the side, moved her mouth, thinking of the porridge and wild vegetables she had eaten last night, and was worried about the two chickens that had fallen into her aunt's hands.
If only she could cook it. Although her cooking skills aren't exceptional, she has a cheat code in the shop. She could add some angelica and astragalus to nourish the sallow and thin Jiang family members.
Never mind, let's see how good my aunt's cooking is first, and then I'll think of a way to add some ingredients next time.
Everyone had a clear division of labor: some killed chickens, some fetched water, and some washed wild vegetables. The whole Jiang family was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Jiang Wanwan didn't have to do anything; she was the biggest contributor to the Jiang family this time. When Old Madam Jiang saw her, she no longer glared at her so fiercely; she had clearly forgotten the grudge from last night when they were dividing the eggs.
Grandma Jiang smiled kindly at Jiang Wanwan, "Wanwan, are you tired from catching pheasants? Come into the main room and rest for a while. Grandma will make you a big bowl of chicken soup!"
Jiang Wanwan looked at Old Lady Jiang with a sense of flattery and surprise. Last night she had wanted to beat her up, but today she was being so kind to her just because Old Lady Jiang had "caught" two chickens.
She finally understood that her grandmother was the typical "whoever feeds me is my mother" type. As long as there was something in it for her, she would be all smiles and pleasantries towards you.
"Hehehe, okay. Thank you, Grandma," Jiang Wanwan said with a smile.
Just then, Uncle Jiang finished preparing the two chickens and carried them back to the kitchen. Behind him followed several teenagers, their eyes gleaming with an alarming light.
"My goodness, these two pheasants are really plump and meaty. Eldest son, chop one up and make soup for your wife, and we'll save the other one for tomorrow," said Grandma Jiang.
Jiang Wanwan's eyelids twitched when she heard the old lady's words.
This is outrageous!
Two chickens, after removing the feathers, would weigh at most a little over three pounds. The Jiang family has fourteen members, including many young boys and middle-aged men. Stewing just one chicken wouldn't be enough for them.
Besides, given Old Mrs. Jiang and Old Mr. Jiang's favoritism, the eldest son's family probably didn't even get a few pieces of chicken. They might as well just stew them together and everyone can eat their fill!
Thinking of this, Jiang Wanwan also walked over and said to Grandma Jiang, "Grandma, I think we should stew both chickens together and eat them."
Grandma Zhang was just looking at our bamboo basket. If we only stew one chicken and keep the other, the aroma will attract Grandma Zhang Cuihua to our house, and then we'll lose the other chicken!
"Hmph! She wouldn't dare! If she dares to touch our things, I'll fight her to the death!" Old Mrs. Jiang became agitated the moment she heard that someone was going to touch the wild pheasant that the family had finally managed to catch.
“Yes, yes, she wouldn’t dare, but if she sets her sights on us, when we go up the mountain tomorrow, Grandma Cuihua will come along to get a share of the spoils!” Jiang Wanwan continued to persuade her.
"Wan girl, you're right! It's more reassuring to eat it. Boss, chop it all up and make soup. Everyone can eat their fill today!"
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