Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

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Everyone wears a lot of clothes in winter, and Wu Fu wrapped herself in a rice dumpling, only showing a pair of eyes, looking around. Although she just had breakfast, her stomach was not up to snuff, and she was hungry after a while.

There were several large steamers lined up on the stall at the entrance of the market. As soon as the stall owner lifted the lid, white hot air burst out immediately, and a scent entered the noses of passers-by.

Even if it's not for the fragrance, the hot air makes the people stay for a while longer and feel the heat for a while.

On weekdays, meat buns cost two cents apiece, some people are reluctant to buy them, but under the New Year, no one has such concerns, they can’t live poorly during the New Year, live frugally throughout the year, and live frugally, isn’t it just a meal for the end of the year OK

"Wu Fu, eat as much as you want, don't hold back."

Li Haitang stood still, holding Xiao Wuzi with one hand. The market was crowded with people, and it was easy to get lost. It is estimated that all the people around had come. The market occupied three streets from the beginning to the end, and it was noisy.

"I still don't eat."

Wu Fu hesitated, and finally shook his head firmly. Meat buns can be made at home, and the fillings prepared by Madam Yu are excellent, and they can also make chicken soup buns.

Going to the market today must have delicious food, she is going to save some stomach and change the pattern.

"Large wontons with thin skin and meat filling. Eat a bowl in cold weather and keep your body warm!"

"Fried chicken fried chicken, a secret recipe passed down from ancestors, so delicious that you can bite off your tongue!"

The more the master and servant walked forward, the more things were sold, and the eating patterns were also renovated. Li Haitang was particularly interested in fried chicken.

The fried chicken made by the stall owner is not the kind that is wrapped in noodles, but a whole chicken, which is directly fried in the oil pan. The two children of the stall owner's family were also arrested as child laborers, holding big cattail fans, Fan the stove to make the fire stronger.

A lot of people had already gathered around the fried chicken stand, and they kept sniffling, waiting for it to come out of the pot.

Some hesitated and finally left. Chicken isn't cheap, it's still a whole chicken, besides, if it's deep-fried, how much oil does it cost, that is to say, the stall owner can afford to do this kind of business.

"Staller, why are you selling fried chicken?"

Seeing that his wife was also interested, Wu Fu went up to inquire. There are different sizes of chickens in the oil pan. She aimed at a big one, and if the price was the same, she wanted the biggest one.

"Eighty cents a catty."

The stall owner is obviously not from the North, and sounds like an accent from the Central Plains of Daqi.

"A fried chicken costs at least two or three catties, isn't that two hundred cash?"

When the surrounding people heard it, they immediately shook their heads. There are two hundred Wen, but it is enough for a big family to eat for a month. A chicken can be eaten up in a few bites, which is not worthwhile.

Besides, with this money, it is better to buy a big tail fish and serve it on the New Year's Eve dinner. It will be more than enough every year to make a good fortune.

The price is too expensive, and I don't know if it's delicious. Everyone expressed that they were not interested, but they haven't dispersed yet. Let's see if there is anyone who is taken advantage of and wants to buy it.

"Staller, isn't your whole chicken too expensive to sell like this?"

People living in the surrounding area are ordinary people, and they can't find work in winter. Every family lives on their own money, so they can't spend so much.

However, the taste of fried chicken is so delicious, Wu Fu swallowed while proposing.

She now has two taels of silver a month, and this is due to the special kindness of her wife, which is almost the same as that of the yamen servants. With this income, it is only enough to eat a few fried chickens.

"You should unload the chicken legs, chicken wings, and chicken breasts separately, so how good it is to sell them separately."

Some people like to eat bones, some like to eat meat, some only like chicken skin, separate, flexible choices, spending tens of pennies, all within the acceptable range of every household.

"That's right, what the little lady said makes sense, if you want to separate, I'll buy my baby a chicken thigh!"

The onlookers agreed with Wufu's words and thought it was a good idea.

"That's impossible. My ancestral craft is to fry a whole chicken. It's not scattered. It's not like quartering. It's not auspicious if it's too old for Chinese New Year."

The stall owner shook his head repeatedly. Although most people couldn't afford it, there were still some who could afford it. Besides, he prepared twenty chickens and went home when they were sold out. He didn't want to argue with people here.

"Then you take a chicken and fry it, and then share it!"

It's just a chicken, and it has risen to an unlucky level, and everyone expressed their helplessness.

"No, there is no such rule at home."

Anyway, no matter what everyone said, the stall owner objected. He only fried three chickens in one pot. All the marinating seasonings used would cost a hundred and ten yuan, and they could not be reused.

People who pay attention to food will feel that it is worth the money and value quality, while those poor people, no matter what price they give, will only think it is expensive, and then pick and choose.

After about a quarter of an hour, the fried chicken came out of the pan, overflowing with aroma.

Each chicken is not too big, about two catties, the outer skin has been fried, not golden yellow, and the eyes are very dark.

The stall owner used a knife to cut a few times on the chicken. Seeing that there was no red blood in the meat, he went through the pot again, and then took it out and put it on a large tray.

"It just so happens that my cousin is here today, Wufu, we want all three of these."

It is best to eat fried chicken while it is still warm. Li Haitang plans to take a few people to finish one first, and the remaining two will be given to Chun Niang, and the other will be an evening appetizer.

Buying three chickens at once is considered a big deal. Some were still hesitant to see that the chickens on the plate were bought, and they felt very sad immediately, and they no longer felt sorry for the copper coins. They shouted loudly and ordered one.

After walking through the market for a while, the group returned to the carriage. Li Haitang cut up the chicken with a dagger. Not to mention, the dagger given by Zou Guang finally came into play.

"Tsk tsk, what kind of spices are put in here, it's so delicious!"

The skin is crispy, the oil under the chicken skin has been fried out, and only a thin layer can be left. The chicken is soft, but it has a salty taste. You don’t need to eat steamed buns, just nibbling on the chicken, it’s more enjoyable to eat, even Xiaowuzi and Xiaowazi also ate a chicken thigh, plus some chicken breast.

A whole chicken ends up with a small pile of bones.

Li Haitang looked at the other two chickens that were packaged, and decided not to unpack them. Anyway, she could still eat chicken when the family had dinner together at night.

After eating and drinking enough, the group rested for another quarter of an hour, but the number of people in the market did not decrease at all.

The common people carried empty vegetable baskets, and many people had already filled them up, and there was a long queue at the entrance of the pastry shop.

Throughout the year, winter is the busiest day. Many people want to hold wedding events and buy wedding cakes. Freshly baked dim sum are sold out immediately. Ever since Li Haitang ate milk cakes from Sishui City, she didn't like these things. Unfortunately, there were no milk cakes in the border town, so she could only rely on her own thinking and steam a pot at home.