Traveling through ancient times to survive

Time flies, and it is already the end of the year. This is Zhao Qing's first New Year in this alien world. Unfortunately, it is freezing and snowy outside, so he has to be frugal.

The family first cleaned up, reorganized the cellar, took the food, and moved it back to the room on the ground floor.

Light two braziers in the middle and one in each of the four corners, all of which are luxuriously filled with charcoal, and the house will soon warm up.

Zhao Qing thawed the frozen meat a little and sliced ​​it into thin slices. He prepared five pounds of beef rolls, pork rolls, wild goat rolls, and roe deer rolls. After cutting the rolls, he chopped chicken pieces, pork bones, and beef bones.

Wang Mei dug out a large basin of dried mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and black fungus and soaked them. Zhao Deyan was kneading flour, a large basin full of white flour, ready to make noodles. Zhao Dezhang also had a task and was washing various dried vegetables.

Zhao Chengchuan took out the jar of pickles, opened it and saw that it was also frozen into lumps of ice. He put it near the brazier to melt it first.

First, boil a pot of chicken soup. Wash the chicken and blanch it in the pot. When the water boils and the foam is separated, take out the chicken and rinse it with cold water. Wash the pot as well. Pour the washed chicken in and stir-fry again. Add the ginger slices and stir-fry until fragrant. Pour it into the earthenware pot and stew it with water and salt.

After the chicken soup is prepared, wash the pork bones and beef bones, blanch them in the same way, then stir-fry again, add ginger slices, peppercorns, aniseed and other spices, stir-fry until fragrant, add water and salt, and simmer on low heat.

As the aroma of the bone soup gradually becomes stronger, remove the spices and add dried mushrooms, bamboo shoots and other mountain products.

The fragrance spread from far away. Fortunately, today was a special day, and everyone in the village gritted their teeth and took out good goods to prepare for the New Year, and Zhao Qing's family was no exception.

Zhao Chengchuan: "Everything is ready. Qingya, go and invite the Li family to come over for the New Year reunion."

Zhao Deyan: "Uncle Li's family only has two people, it's so quiet, let's have some fun together."

Zhao Qing walked into the Li family's house lightly, knocked on the door and invited him, "Uncle Li, my father wants you and Brother Li Heng to come to my house to celebrate the New Year."

Li Wu put down the kitchen knife in his hand and went to open the door: "Qing girl, come here. I'm just about to cook."

"We have prepared everything at home. Don't be busy. Come to my house and eat."

"Your family is having a reunion, it would be wrong for us to disturb them, right?"

"What's the big deal? You are my father's sworn brother, not an outsider."

Zhao Qing invited him warmly, and Li Wu could not resist: "Then I'll go ask Heng'er."

Zhao Qing's puzzled expression flashed across his face. What a strange relationship between the father and son in the Li family. He even had to ask his son's opinion on a meal. They didn't look like father and son, but more like master and servant.

Li Wu shouted at the door of Li Heng's room: "Heng'er, Uncle Zhao next door invited us to the reunion party, do you want to go?"

Li Heng used to be the one being served, and Li Wu was a warrior, and neither of them had ever touched a spatula. They had moved in for several months, and Li Wu had no choice but to cook in the kitchen, but he could only cook the simplest meals, which tasted just cooked.

Smelling the aroma of food coming from the Zhao family, Li Heng, who used to be tired of all the delicacies from the mountains and the sea, couldn't help swallowing his saliva. When he reacted, his jade-like face was slightly flushed. He was in a fragile mood for a moment, and Zhao Qing came over to invite him. Li Heng responded without hesitation: "I'll go, father."

Li Wu walked towards the storeroom while saying, "Qingya, wait a minute. I'll go get something."

Li Heng wrapped himself in a cloak and came out. Seeing Zhao Qing, he said embarrassedly, "Sister Zhao Qing, I'm sorry to bother you."

Zhao Qing held two bottles of Li family's treasured wine, and Li Wu held Li Heng, and the two flew to Zhao's house one after the other.

Li Wu gave a thumbs up and praised: "Qing girl, you are very skilled!"

Li Heng could somewhat understand Li Wu's feeling of regret for Zhao Qing's female body. With such a talent and great natural strength, if she were well trained, she would surely be a powerful general who could defeat a hundred people alone on the battlefield.

As they entered the room, a stronger aroma hit their noses. Zhao Qing put the wine in front of the brazier to thaw. Li Wu said in a loud voice: "The food in your house is so delicious. I'm so hungry. I won't be polite today."

Zhao Chengchuan pulled Li Wu to sit down: "Hurry, hurry, we're waiting for you. Heng'er, sit next to your father."

Seven people sat in a circle around the iron pot in the middle. The white bone soup was bubbling, and gray mountain delicacies were surging out. The aroma of the meat was mixed with a hint of sweetness.

"Let's eat hotpot today. Hotpot is the most enjoyable thing in such a cold weather."

Zhao Chengchuan picked up the four pots of meat rolls behind him, took a small half of each at a time, and then threw some dried vegetables in to boil.

"Come on, come on, don't be polite, eat as much as you can."

Smelling the tempting aroma, the seven people were in no mood to talk. They all reached into the pot with their chopsticks to pick up food.

Everyone was eating heartily, chopsticks were flying, which made Li Heng look more elegant. Zhao Deyan secretly pulled Zhao Qing's clothes, and when Zhao Qing looked over, he winked in Li Heng's direction, signaling Zhao Qing to eat more elegantly.

Zhao Qing pretended not to understand, and his movement of waving chopsticks did not slow down at all.

He is not active in eating and has problems with his thinking.

Don't they know that we are just an ordinary peasant family? Why should we pretend? Pretending to be pretentious will only make people dislike us.

Zhao Deyan was so disappointed. A good girl, but she ate like a starving ghost and didn't care about her image at all. Who would dare to marry her in the future? Zhao Deyan bit the beef in his mouth hard, worrying about his girl's future marriage.

In fact, Zhao Deyan was worrying too much. Although Zhao Qing ate very fast, he didn't make any other noise. Li Heng didn't think it was rude at all, but rather real and cute.

After finishing a round of meals, Li Heng took off his cloak with sweat on his nose.

Zhao Qing served the dishes again. With food filling their stomachs, everyone ate slower and Li Wu became interested in chatting.

"Brother Chengchuan, you have to taste my liquor. We must drink to our heart's content today."

"Oh? Let your brother see it?"

Li Wu stood up to get the wine, and Zhao Deyan stretched out his hand to Li Heng: "Young Master, the chicken soup is ready. Bring me the bowl, and I'll serve you the chicken soup first."

Li Heng handed over the bowl and said, "Brother Deyan, thank you very much. You don't have to be so polite. You can just call me Xiao Heng."

After serving a bowl of chicken soup to everyone, Zhao Deyan sat back in his original seat. The chicken soup was golden in color and extremely delicious. Li Heng enjoyed savoring it carefully.

"My sister's cooking skills are pretty good, right?"

Li Heng put down the bowl and agreed: "Sister Zhao Qing is indeed a great cook."

After drinking the chicken soup, Zhao Chengchuan and Li Wu had a passionate drinking contest. Wang Mei invited everyone to continue eating the pot, and put all the remaining mountain products and dried vegetables into the pot, and there was little left in the four pots of meat rolls.

Zhao Dezhang was the youngest and had the smallest appetite, so he was the first to put down his bowl and rub his stomach. Seeing this, Zhao Deyan put down his chopsticks.

"Xiao Heng, there are noodles. I kneaded the noodles myself. Do you want to try it?"

"Since Brother De Yan said so, I must try it."

Zhao Deyan added a lot of water into the clay pot for boiling chicken soup, put the noodles in after the water boiled, and took them out after they were cooked. The white noodles lay in the golden soup. He added a few pieces of chicken and a spoonful of pickles, which was sour and appetizing.

Even Zhao Dezhang, who was already full, was given a small bowl of Liuliufeng.