Fast through the cannon fodder, she shines brightly

Chapter 271 Widow (26)

There are dense small fish spread out on the grass, still jumping nimbly.

Mu Wan picked up half of the pot, and she was lucky enough to pick up two eels.

After putting all these things home, Mu Wan went up to the mountain to look for mushrooms with a basket on her back. After the heavy rain, the mountain delicacies are most likely to emerge. They are delicious, fresh and crisp, and rich in nutritional value.

The air in the forest is still moist, and several women are already rummaging in the grass for mushrooms and wild vegetables.

There might not be anything good to pick here, so Mu Wan walked a little further to the field where the sorghum grew. The dew on the grass tips got her trousers wet, and her shoes were stained with mud. The most common thing in the grass was There were chicken cones, and some mushrooms and fungus growing on the branches nearby. She carefully broke them into the basket. These mushrooms were stained with water and dew, and they looked juicy.

When Mu Wan passed by a small mountain col, he suddenly noticed a dense patch of gray-brown. When he got closer, he saw that they were all chicken fir trees. The big ones were spread out like two palms, and the smaller ones were wearing tiny little hats.They grow next to each other, and the ground is a layer of soft fallen leaves, which are easy to pick.

She gently pushed aside the surrounding soil, and with a slight force of her fingers, the fir roots were uprooted, and the canopy was intact, and they were put one by one into the basket lined with leaves. The pile was like a hill, and the basket was full. Before the mushrooms were picked, Mu Wan thought about it, broke off a few palm leaves, wove them into a basket, and put the more expensive and rare mushrooms in it.

With a lot of people behind her, she was ready to go down the mountain. For safety reasons, the women picked ordinary mushrooms and did not dare to pick brightly colored mushrooms for fear of eating poisonous mushrooms. This was actually an advantage for Mu Wan. , on the way back, I also picked up some precious red mushrooms that had been left out, which were a great supplement.

She put a layer of grass blades on the surface of the back basket. She picked a lot of ground today, so that no one would see it and borrow it again.

When she got home, she changed out of all her wet clothes. They were wet and uncomfortable, and her hair was matted with grass blades.

The mushrooms were all piled up, with mud on their roots and ants crawling on the canopy, so they had to be cleaned carefully. She moved a small stool, sat by the well, and slowly wiped the dirt with pumpkin leaves.

Washing this thing is very troublesome. In order not to damage the umbrella cover, she has to stare at it all the time, slow down, wash it many times, her fingers are soaked in well water, and it takes about two hours for her to completely clean it. Done.

Mu Wan blinked, stood up and stretched, now the mushrooms were clean and looked more juicy.

There are so many mushrooms, eat one meal at night first, and the rest can be spread out, so you can have one more dish in winter.

In order to match the umami taste of chicken fir, Mu Wan cut a whole piece of lean pork, cut it into fine shreds and marinated it. Unfortunately, there is no chicken, so it can be matched better, and the umami taste and fragrance can be fully stimulated.

The remaining pig's trotter, Mu Wan, plans to braise in soy sauce. The sauce is rich in color, the pieces are distinct, rosy and clear, the meat is plump, and the skin is soft and glutinous. Sprinkling a few green onions on the surface will whet your appetite.

After finishing these two dishes, Mu Wan poured a bowl of oil in the pot, waited for the oil to heat up, and then poured the processed small dried fish. The dried small fish was wrapped with some flour and pepper powder, and it didn't take long It gradually becomes golden, tumbling, crispy and tender in the mouth, and the air is full of the unique fried aroma.

Fang Nian couldn't wait any longer. He kept standing on tiptoes and shouted anxiously: "Mother! Mother!"

Although Fang Cheng was more stable, there was also longing in his eyes.

Mu Wan speeded up, seeing that the fish was crispy, she quickly scooped it up into a bowl with a colander, and quickly brought it to the table, "Okay, it's time to eat!"

(End of this chapter)