There is a good husband in the crossing house

While Su Fang was disembowelling the pheasant, Qi Lan took a look at what Su Fang had exchanged for. The bag of coarse grains weighed about ten catties.Then there was a small packet of salt, probably one or two, and a few pieces of ginger the size of a thumb.

Qi Lan didn't know whether the two hares made a profit or a loss in exchange for these.

After all, the original owner has also been locked up at home all year round and has little contact with the outside world, so naturally he doesn't know anything about prices.Fortunately, the original owner was literate, which prevented Qi Lan from becoming illiterate in this world.

Wash a few pieces of ginger, relight a stove and cook coarse grain porridge.At this time, Su Fang also came back with the tidied pheasant. When he saw Qi Lan washing rice and cooking, he was shocked: "Husband, how could you..."

"Okay Xiao Fang, don't say that men can't cook anymore, I like cooking!"

Qi Lan hurriedly stopped Su Fang from finishing his sentence, and saw the pheasant in Su Fang's hand in a blink of an eye: "By the way, Xiao Fang, I don't have the strength in my hands. Help me cut the chicken into pieces."

The kitchen knife was much faster after being sharpened. Su Fang put the pheasant on the sticky board and it became a chicken nugget. Looking at it, Qi Lan saw that it was still placed in the wooden basin, and the chicken heart, chicken liver and chicken oil were also in it.

Not only is their family short of food, but they also lack pots, pans and pans. There are only three bowls and they are all broken, not to mention the kitchen knives are full of gaps, a wooden basin for washing vegetables, a wooden basin for washing face, and a water tank. One, does the spatula appear to be a flattened plank or a stick?

Fortunately, there are still two pots. Of course, they are not iron pots, but clay pots.

"Husband, how do you want to eat the chicken?" Su Fang washed the chicken again two or three times, and he was ready to cook.

"Let's make chicken soup." As soon as Qi Lan finished speaking, she quickly stopped when she saw Su Fang's actions: "Wait a minute, what are you going to do?"

As soon as Qi Lan finished speaking, Su Fang was about to pour the chicken into the clay pot that was still boiling with hot water.If Qi Lan hadn't stopped it in time, it might have been done.

"Stew chicken soup." Su Fang was at a loss, completely unaware of what her husband was getting excited about.

Qi Lan couldn't help but hold his forehead, and asked as if dying, "What are you going to do?"

"It's good to add some salt after it's cooked. That's how everyone cooks it."

Su Fang replied as a matter of course, completely unaware of what her husband wanted to do.

Qi Lan sighed in her heart, she couldn't be angry with this little guy in front of her at all.After thinking for a while, Qi Lan asked Su Fang to put down the things, and then pointed to another wooden basin for washing his face: "How about this, Xiao Fang, you scoop up the hot water and cool it down to bathe the two little guys , let me cook."

"Then how is it possible? Ah, you said that men are not allowed..." Su Fang instinctively refused, but under Qi Lan's firm gaze, he could only obey obediently: "Well, then, husband, be careful. If not, remember to call me."

Qi Lan nodded feebly, not wanting to explain anything anymore.

Adding firewood to the stove hole, after Su Fang scooped up the hot water, Qi Lan used the only broken bowl left to scoop up a few bowls of cold water and poured them into the clay pot.Then he put the chicken in, and didn't see Su Fang's hesitant expression on the side who hadn't left at all—it's no different from what he said, right?

But of course Qi Lan didn't stop there, he added a little salt and cut a few slices of ginger, these things are luxury accessories now and must be saved.

Pheasant has a strong fishy smell. If the fishy smell is not removed, it will definitely not taste good.

Su Fang couldn't understand what her husband was doing, but she thought that her husband was a man from a rich family, and he might be more particular about eating, so she didn't care. After mixing the water in the basin, she took the only piece of handkerchief , Go out and ask the two little guys to take a bath.

Because there wasn't too much chicken and to save firewood, Qi Lan didn't use too much water.

So it boiled pretty quickly, maybe a minute or two.The chicken is then scooped up with a wooden spatula and piled on sticky boards.

There is no way, who told them that there are too few containers that can be used to store things, so they can only make do with it.

He couldn't lift the clay pot, so he could only use a bowl to scoop the water into the wooden basin. During this period, his hands were scalded N times. When the clay pot was clean, he put the chicken fat that he had taken out in advance, and there was a sizzling sound, accompanied by With the delicious smell, the already hungry stomach growled for a moment, and the saliva almost flowed out.

When all the chicken oil was fried, the chicken on the sticky board had drained of water, so Qi Lan directly poured the chicken and the sliced ​​ginger into the clay pot.Then stir fry for a few minutes with a spatula, and add a little salt.Soon, a strong chicken aroma wafted out.

When the time is almost up, you can directly add water and stew.However, for the sake of convenience and to replenish energy for the family, Qi Lan directly put half a clay pot of spiritual spring water.Then clean the sticky board and cover it on the clay pot. There is no way, who made their house have no pot cover.

"Uncle, it smells so good." At this time, the two little fellows who had been cleaned also ran in hand in hand, standing in front of the stove and couldn't move, their eyes staring at the clay pot eagerly, wishing they could eat right away.

"Uncle doesn't smell good, it smells like chicken soup." Qi Lan made a joke, and the two little guys blushed immediately.

Just now he had been busy for a while, but now he was a little bit out of energy, Qi Lan asked Qi Feng to watch some fire.Then I sat at the table and sorted out the beans that Uncle Zhang sent before. These beans are green beans, and they look a little white and seem to be old.

But Qi Lan knew that this kind of beans was the most fragrant.

Although it is not very suitable for fried food, but the stew is very good.

Remove the ribs from the beans, and then fold them into small sections of about five centimeters.At this time, Su Fang also came back. Just now, he took the little guys' bath water and washed the clothes they changed.

Su Fang's first words when he entered the door were: "It smells so good, my husband."

"Uncle, my uncle is not fragrant, but the chicken soup is very fragrant." Qi Feng, who had just made the same language error, corrected it.

"Hey." Su Fang didn't care, but his eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at Qi Lan firmly: "Husband, you are so amazing. I never knew that chicken soup can be so delicious."

Qi Lan pretended not to care, but actually smiled proudly: "Xiao Fang, wash these beans for me. When the chicken soup is almost ready, put the beans in the chicken soup, it will be more fragrant."

Although beans and chicken soup are not a perfect match, they have no other choice now.And there are not many beans, only a small handful, if you put them all in, they might be able to finish them.

Su Fang naturally would not refuse her husband's arrangement.Then Qi Lan asked Su Fang to wash two small cabbages, cut them into shreds, and put them in when the thick rice porridge was almost cooked.

Soon, the smell of chicken soup and vegetable leaf porridge wafted through the lonely thatched cottage.

This evening, the family finally had a delicious full meal.