Chapter 91 Grandma Qin invites her to dinner
Grandma Qin stood up tremblingly and was about to go into the kitchen when she thought of something and called out to Song Shuyan who was about to say goodbye to her and leave.
"Song Zhiqing, my eyesight isn't very good, and I'm afraid of getting burned by sparks from the fire. How about you help me boil a pot of water?"
"Okay." Song Shuyan naturally wouldn't refuse such a small matter.
"Thank you for your help!" Grandma Qin smiled kindly with her eyebrows curved, and slowly sat back in the chair.
Grandma Qin asked Song Shuyan to help boil water, actually because she was worried that she would feel embarrassed to stay for dinner, so she found something for her to do.
Grandma Qin hasn’t had the chance to return the gift for the milk powder she sent her some time ago.
Relationships between people can only last long if there is give and take.
Although Song Zhiqing kept saying that she gave the milk powder to Xiaoyu because she happened to have the tickets and she didn't like it.
Grandma Qin asked Qin Jin to find out, and found out that a can of milk powder, excluding the ticket, costs more than ten yuan!
Song Zhiqing could have used the milk powder coupons to exchange for food coupons, and it wouldn't have been wasted.
Instead of changing it, she spent so much money and bought milk powder to take to her home for Xiaoyu to eat.
It was only right for her family to invite Song Zhiqing to a few meals.
Thinking this, Grandma Qin slowly walked towards her own private plot with her hands behind her back.
I plan to dig a piece of ginger and pick a handful of green onion.
In the kitchen, Qin Jin lit the fire in the stove and made way for Song Shuyan.
"Song Zhiqing, watch the fire."
"good."
Qin Jinteng reached out and picked up the pheasant in the corner, admiring the pheasant's gorgeous and dazzling tail feathers for a moment in a good mood.
Then he reached out and plucked the pheasant's colorful tail feathers one by one.
These feathers are brightly colored and sparkle even in the dim room, looking very beautiful.
Song Shuyan also liked it when she saw it. She looked at Qin Jin with her sparkling almond eyes, "Hey, Qin Jin, can you give me a few of these feathers?"
"ah?"
Qin Jin grasped the tail feathers, hesitated for a while, and handed it to Song Shuyan.
"Give."
He originally planned to make a shuttlecock, and since Song Zhiqing wanted it, he would give it to her.
It's just a pheasant, he can still catch it.
Song Shuyan took the feather, smelled it for some unknown reason, and frowned.
"What do you want these feathers for?" Qin Jin asked curiously.
"Um?"
She just looked nice and wanted it.
Fortunately, Qin Jin did not insist on an answer. Seeing that she was lost in thought, he carried the pheasant to the kitchen patio to bleed it.
After receiving a full bowl of blood, he listened attentively to the movement in the pot. He waited impatiently, and before the water boiled, he opened the lid of the pot and scooped a ladle of hot water into the wooden basin.
The chicken feathers were permed.
The smell of plucking chicken feathers was even worse. Song Shuyan pinched his nose, boiled the water, said something to Qin Jin, and quickly ran out.
"Qin Jin, the water is boiling."
Qin Jin's face was also covered with one or two pieces of flying hair, and he plucked them hard without even raising his head.
"knew."
Song Shuyan ran out of the door, feeling embarrassed to stay, and walked towards the Youth League Home without stopping.
Halfway through the journey, I met Grandma Qin who was returning from picking onions.
Grandma Qin waved her vigorously, "Song Zhiqing, didn't we agree to have dinner at my house tonight?"
Song Shuyan raised the colorful tail feathers in his hand and said, "Grandma Qin, I'll go back and put this away before I go to your house!"
Grandma Qin probably couldn't hear clearly, so she walked towards her.
Song Shuyan had no choice but to walk towards Grandma Qin.
"Let's go back to my house!"
Grandma Qin took Song Shuyan's arm and pulled him away without giving him a chance to refuse.
Although Grandma Qin was thin, her hands were very strong. Song Shuyan didn't dare to struggle free, so he had to follow her.
"Grandma Qin, I told you I was just going back to put some things away."
Grandma Qin glanced at the worthless feathers and said, "Take them back after dinner. They won't be lost."
Grandma Qin invited him again and again, and Song Shuyan was actually quite greedy. Isn't pheasant better than the watery corn porridge in the Youth League Courtyard?
At worst, she could just give some money to Grandma Qin and have a few more meals at her house?
There are only two people in Grandma Qin's family, and with her, there are only three of them. It's better than eating from a big pot in the Youth League Home.
Well, I'll ask Grandma Qin later, and then ask Qin Fei in the evening if he wants to come to Grandma Qin's house for dinner.
She had this idea before.
I just came to the village and don’t know anyone.
On the way back, Zhou Jingshen told her that her food supply had been transferred to the family compound. Although the house had not been cleaned up yet and she could not move there immediately, she would temporarily live in the educated youth compound.
In fact, she doesn't have to go to work tomorrow.
Since she doesn't have to go to work, she's just sitting around doing nothing. If she still eats at the educated youth's home, how can she feel comfortable not taking the initiative to cook and continue to go on duty, waiting for the educated youth on duty to come back and cook for her?
She doesn't want to cook every day these days.
It’s simple, a good cook cannot cook without rice.
The conditions in the Youth League were like this, and there were no other seasonings except salt and oil.
What delicious food can you make?
It’s different when eating at Grandma Qin’s house. She just looked in the kitchen. Although Grandma Qin’s family looks poor, they at least can afford to buy a can of soy sauce paste.
This thing has the same use as soy sauce.
There are strings of red peppers hanging at the door of Grandma Qin's house. She said she grew a few of them in her own private plot. After drying them, Qin Jin occasionally likes to put some in her cooking.
Back to Grandma Qin's house.
Qin Jin had already killed the chicken and chopped it into pieces.
Grandma Qin handed the green onion and ginger to Song Shuyan and said, "Wash these."
Song Shuyan still did as he was told.
She felt less embarrassed because she had something to do.
Wash the ginger and green onion.
Qin Jin had already reached out to take it, "Give it to me."
"You go and light the fire."
Qin Jin didn't bother to be polite with Song Shuyan. Seeing that she was free, he assigned her some work.
Qin Jin had poured out the boiling water in the pot. After Song Shuyan heated the pot, Qin Jin poured some oil into it. When the oil boiled, he added ginger and scallions and stir-fried them until fragrant.
Then pour in the chicken and stir-fry.
Add various seasonings in turn, and the aroma will soon come out.
While cooking was going on in the house, Grandma Qin was cooking multi-grain porridge on the small stove at the door.
The weather has not been good in the past two years. During the slack season, the villagers only have to eat porridge.
Grandma Qin's house is no exception.
Qin Jin covered the pot and walked out.
Song Shuyan was left alone in the kitchen to watch the fire.
Grandma Qin got angry when she saw Qin Jin squatting at the door in a lazy manner, "Is the chicken cooked? Why are you running out?"
Qin Jin: "It's stewing, and I'm not needed to watch the fire, so what am I doing in there?"
Grandma Qin thought about it and realized that Song Zhiqing was not much older than her grandson, and it was indeed not a good idea for a man and a woman to be alone in the kitchen, so she stopped nagging him.
"Chop some potatoes and throw them in the pot to stew with the chicken?"
Qin Jin thought that he would get hungry quickly if he only ate porridge, so he agreed, "Okay."
Qin Jin went back into the house, took out a few potatoes, and squatted at the door to peel them.
Peel the skin, wash it, cut it into pieces, open the lid and throw it into the pot. Seeing that the soup in the pot is almost dry, add another ladle of water.
When Song Shuyan saw his expression, he felt that this pot of chicken stewed with potatoes was not very delicious.
Unexpectedly, after it came out of the pot, I was slapped in the face. The chicken that Qin Jin stewed casually was unexpectedly delicious.
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