Era: Retired from the army at the beginning and returned home

Grandma also heard the noise outside the house and went out.

"My dear grandson, why did you go out so early this morning? Are you hungry? Your mother really doesn't know how to come back early at this hour."

"Milk, brother caught a big mouse outside and came back."

Before Luo Cheng could speak, Xiao Yu excitedly answered for him.

With the eldest grandson here, there are still two girls in grandma's eyes. After hearing what Xiao Yu said, it was like just discovering her and Shishi.

"My eldest grandson is so talented that he spent several years as a soldier. That little soldier is just worthless. He works in the fields every day and can't even catch a mouse."

‘Ah~cut~.’

"Dad, did I catch a cold when I went to push the cart last night? Can you let me have another drink at noon?"

"Go away, that's what your eldest brother honors me with. Not only can you not get wine to honor me, but you also want to drink from me. Are you itchy?"

"Then why did you agree to treat Uncle Sangen to a drink? I'll have another drink."

Rowan ignored his son and agreed to treat Sangen to a drink. It wasn't like he was discovered yesterday. If he doesn't agree, if he talks to others, then he won't just be invited to drink alone.

The two of them were almost home at this time. Just when they were about to say something, they heard Luo Xiaoyu's voice.

"Milk, I'll kill it."

Who are you killing? What happened? Rowan's pace quickened and he saw his eldest son, daughter, and mother outside his house. Luo Bing also heard the sound and basically followed his father's footsteps.

"Dad, soldiers, you are back. Big brother caught a big mouse today."

The first person to see her father Luo Wen and Luo Bing come back was Shishi. She immediately stepped forward to tell them about it. The one with a confused look thought she had caught them.

When grandma saw that her mother hadn't come back yet, she asked Luo Xiaoyu to skin the mouse and fry it. Luo Xiaoyu is a sixteen-year-old girl who can cook and cook.

Catching a big mouse is not really a skill. The skill is to find the mouse. In these days, rural people are not afraid of the lack of rats, but they are going crazy if they want to eat rat meat. A year ago, Luo Bing could get one from time to time, but now, it is hard to see the shadow of a mouse.

He is worthy of being the Qilin son of the Luo family. A soldier is capable of anything he does.

Here~ there is meat to eat again. Luo Bing walked to Xiao Yu, took the sack and took a look inside. It was so big and cute. I really liked this thing.

"You go make a fire and boil water, and I'll peel this. I love doing this."

Luo Bing took the sack and was about to dispose of the vole. In the countryside, this was considered 'serious' meat. It is meat that can be eaten in front of others. Being able to eat pork means that the family is in good condition and makes people jealous. If you catch a mouse, people can only admire you for being lucky and capable, and not feeling jealous.

Dealing with mice was very simple. Luo Bing grabbed the sack and threw it to the ground. The squeaking in the sack stopped immediately. Then Luo Bing directly opened the bag, reached in and took out the mouse. The mouse's legs were still kicking in response to nerve reflexes, and the corners of its mouth were bleeding. There was no chance of survival.

Then Luo Bing went to the kitchen to find a pair of scissors, filled a basin with some water, and squatted down somewhere to show off peeling mice.

Such a tough dish made his father Rowan think of the stored liquor again.

Not long after, Luo Bing came back, and his mother came too, following him and mumbling. Luo Bing actually suffered some damage. He took the mouse to the roadside and peeled it off. This happened when he came back from the fields. Anyone who sees a skinned mouse will look at it and make sour remarks. It's a pity that even the poor mice in my house refuse to come.

While Luo Bing was peeling it, he was teasing a few children, telling them how delicious the rat meat was, and they almost followed him back home.

This rat meat is 'serious' meat, but the person who skins the rat is not a serious person. My mother happened to see him when he came back and scolded him on the spot.

When my mother came back, she was a little tired from walking. When she saw her daughter making food, she sat down to rest.

Luo Cheng looked at the mouse that Bingzi had peeled and found it was quite clean. The internal organs and head have been removed, which is quite particular. But Luo Cheng thought too much. Apart from the skin and hair of this mouse, Luo Bing would not waste anything at all.

The skinned mouse was given to Shishi and asked to chop it into small pieces. Luo Bing got a small wooden stick in the woodshed where he lived, and skewered the heart, liver and lungs of the mouse. Finally, the skinned mouse head was also skewered on the top. As for the really inedible intestines and messy things, he packed them in a small box.

If you don’t eat the internal organs, it will easily lead to problems. But when you are really short of food, this thing has another way to make food. Let them grow maggots, then wrap the maggots in paper or leaves or something, and roast them casually, which is better than eating grass roots and bark.

Everyone in the family was thinking about how to eat the mouse. Luo Cheng was really not interested. He still wanted to eat crabs. But crabs are mostly shells with little meat, and the crabs in the fields are not very yellow either. Although they don't miss crabs these days, they really didn't like eating them in previous years. Compared with rat meat, for them, one is in the sky and the other is in the earth.

In previous years, the small crabs and other things caught in the fields were all fed to the ducks.

After Luo Bing finished the work, he took the initiative to go to the kitchen to burn firewood. He mainly wanted to roast the heart, liver, lungs and head of the mouse. He was so active in peeling mice, firstly to show off to the outside world, and secondly just for this thing. For him, this is a rare delicacy.

After Luo Cheng cleaned the crabs, he put them in the kitchen for help to steam. In fact, the crabs checked in by the system were very clean, even if they were alive. But it is necessary to clean it and make it look good.

During the meal, a plate of fried rat meat was served on the table first. After looking at it for a long time, my father got up and went to get some liquor and a cup. Bingzi took the grilled skewers and followed behind his father without saying a word. His father turned around and glared at him, but still took out two cups.

"I can only drink half a cup. I have to work in the afternoon."

Hearing his father's words, Bingzi nodded quickly and did not dare to say another word.

The rice was still thin, but it was much thicker than usual when Luo Cheng was around. In the family, except for grandma, the rest of the family consists of men sitting and women standing. Either this rule is required, or the stool is not big enough for the table.

Luo Cheng has never eaten rat meat, but he is actually quite courageous in eating it. Seeing that everyone in his family eats it, he doesn't care and puts a small piece in his mouth. Not to mention, it is firmer than ordinary pork. It tastes quite fragrant. But there was no shortage of meat in his stomach, and he was more interested in crabs. He made some soy sauce as seasoning. It tasted a little fishier than later crabs and didn't have much meat, but it actually tasted okay.

Luo Bing just picked up two pieces of rat meat and stopped eating. He had a skewer in his hand for others to eat. One mouthful, one heart, one mouthful, one liver, and one mouthful, one heart, liver, and lungs are gone. The wine is only half a glass, so drink it carefully.

Suddenly, Luo Cheng discovered a problem. When everyone ate this rat, they even chewed up the bones and ate them directly. If Luo Cheng hadn't eaten two pieces, the rat wouldn't even be able to see the bones.

Bingzi's rat head was even more exaggerated. It wasn't grilled properly, and the top was covered in black. Just take one bite and half of it is gone, then chew it slowly in your mouth until it becomes crumbly and then swallow it.

My father only drank half a glass because he had to go to work in the afternoon. If he drank too much, he was afraid that someone would find out that he smelled of alcohol.

Everyone finished the meal quickly and consciously left a few pieces of rat meat for my father to use as a meal.

(If you are not afraid of viruses or something, rat meat is actually more delicious than many kinds of meat. It seems that there are still some places selling roasted rats, either bamboo rats or mice. Without further ado, remember to give your vote after watching it. If you don’t give it, , be careful I feed rat meat.)