Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

At dawn the next day, it was Xu Liyun's gentle voice that woke up the little girl who was immersed in her dream.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and got out of the warm bed, only to see that her uncle and his wife had already gotten up to work, the water was boiling, and the water tank was filled with clear well water.

Zhang Laoer took over the task of combing his little daughter's hair. Although the practice in the past few days did not make his skills improve dramatically, the braids he braided were already stronger and less likely to become loose than before.

The little girl was in a particularly happy mood with her father by her side.

At this time, Zhang Siwa quietly approached Xiao Youniang and whispered mysteriously: "Youniang, do you want to taste meat today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sleepiness in Xiao Youniang's eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by full admiration and expectation for her brother.

Zhang Siwa was quite proud when he saw this. He gently played with the end of his sister's braid and said with a smile, "Mother just cleaned up the pheasant we picked up in the woods last night. I am going to make you a dish of chicken and potatoes. How about it?"

The little girl who was brushing her teeth nodded hurriedly, as fast as a chick pecking at rice.

Although it is not appropriate to eat such greasy food for breakfast, it is rare to enjoy meat in such a frugal family.

As for eggs, in Zhang Siwa's eyes, they can only be considered vegetarian food. Besides, his father and younger sister are going to visit Mr. Zhou today, and it is obviously impolite to come empty-handed.

Therefore, he decided to stew the chicken early and pick out the most delicious bowl to give to Mr. Zhou to express his gratitude.

When she thought of the fragrant stewed chicken with potatoes, Xiao Youniang quickened her washing pace and couldn't wait to follow Zhang Siwa into the kitchen.

Although Zhang Laoer and Zhang Sanwa also tried to learn the skills of making fire from Xiao Youniang, this seemingly simple skill could not be mastered without long-term practice.

Zhang Siwa often said: "Your poor fire-making skills are not worthy of my superb cooking skills!"

So far, Xiao Youniang is the only one who can cooperate with Zhang Siwa in controlling the heat. No matter whether it is stir-frying over high heat, simmering over low heat, or even the elusive medium heat, she can control it accurately.

Zhang Siwa gently picked up the kitchen knife that Zhang Wuya had carefully polished until it was as shiny as a mirror. At that moment, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He just turned his wrist slightly, and in just a few seconds, the whole piece of chicken was chopped into small, even pieces.

Then, he calmly poured oil into the hot iron pan and sprinkled in the various seasonings he had prepared in advance.

The stir-frying movements are smooth and powerful, each flip stirs the ingredients just right, and the aroma of cooking gradually spreads with the rhythm of the movements.

The water vapor in the pot mixed with the aroma of oil, bubbling and boiling. An irresistible rich aroma slowly overflowed through the tiny gap in the lid, teasing everyone's taste buds.

At the Zhang family's breakfast table, family members who had not yet had time to eat opened their eyes wide and couldn't help but drool with desire at the corners of their mouths.

And this aroma even penetrated the walls and drifted among the neighbors, making the neighbors who were chewing on bland meals suddenly feel that the food in their hands had lost its taste.

In the woodshed of the Zhang family compound, Zhang Dawa and his wife were exhausted from working early in the morning, but the fragrance lifted their spirits.

Zhang Dawa, in particular, cried and shouted for a taste of the meat.

The old couple hid in the house and exchanged glances with each other. Old Mrs. Zhang quietly pulled her eldest son over and whispered in his ear, planning to use the chicken soup to make some simple noodles after her second son and his family left.

Upon hearing this, Boss Zhang ran back to the woodshed without saying a word and shared it with his wife Hu Cuimei. Just imagining the scene, the corners of their mouths unconsciously curled up.

The aroma became stronger and stronger, and every now and then a family member would pop their head in and ask, "Is it time to eat?"

Even the usually taciturn Zhang Sanwa was tempted by this and urged him, "Is it done?"

Finally, under everyone's expectation, Zhang Siwa smiled and nodded, indicating that everyone could prepare the bowls and chopsticks.

But this morning, he did not prepare any other breakfast, but just put a circle of dough on the edge of the pot.

At this moment, the pancakes have been thoroughly soaked in the stewed chicken broth, showing an attractive golden color, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, making everyone drool.

At the dinner table, the pot of chicken stewed with potatoes became the absolute protagonist. Not only was the soup rich and the chicken tender, but also the pancakes that Zhang Siwa had thought would be leftover were all eaten up by everyone with a dip in the soup.

Zhang Siwa secretly thanked himself for his foresight in reserving a portion for Zhou Xiucai before the meal started. Otherwise, this gift, which was supposed to be given as a gift, would have been difficult to give away.

The six people ate to their heart's content with this meal, their stomachs bulging with satisfaction. Afterwards, everyone slumped in their chairs, and it took a while for them to digest the food before they came to their senses.

After Zhang Laoer had finished cleaning up, he asked his eldest son to help wash the dishes, while he carefully held the potato stewed chicken specially reserved for Mr. Zhou, preparing to take his daughter to visit.

Xu Liyun decided to take a walk in Daxiu Mountain alone, thinking that like her daughters, she might encounter some good luck in the mountains and forests. Even picking up a pheasant would be an unexpected gain.

Zhang Siwa and Zhang Wuya were also full of curiosity and yearning for Daxiu Mountain, so they gladly followed Xu Liyun's footsteps.

On the other hand, Zhang Sanwa originally planned to enjoy the rare tranquility at home alone, but under the constant persuasion of Xiao Youniang, he had to go to Zhou Xiucai's residence together.

Mr. Zhou was not born and raised in Zhangjia Village. He was able to gain a firm foothold in such a village that was wary of outsiders. On the one hand, it was because of the respect brought by his identity as a scholar. On the other hand, it was because of his unyielding character and sense of distance that enabled him to establish a unique status among the villagers.

Zhang Laoer's heart was in turmoil. Before meeting Zhou Xiucai, he had already had many fantasies about his image, and all kinds of speculations were intertwined in his mind.

However, when this legendary scholar really appeared before him, Zhang Laoer could not help but be dumbfounded.

What came into view was a young man who looked to be less than 30 years old, with an upright figure and a look of otherworldly elegance.

He was immersed in a book, and from time to time the wind blew the pages, causing a rustling sound.

The footsteps of Zhang Laoer and his group were getting closer, breaking the silence.

Mr. Zhou slowly raised his handsome face, his eyes passed over Zhang Laoer and Zhang Sanwa, and finally landed on Xiao Youniang. A hint of helplessness and doting flashed in his eyes: "Why, Xiao Youniang, are you disobeying me again? Didn't I agree with you that you can't disturb me if you haven't memorized the Three Character Classic well?"

The young lady pursed her lips, her expression serious and childish, and explained earnestly: "It was Dad who insisted on visiting Uncle Zhou Xiucai, and asked me to bring a gift to express my gratitude."