Siheyuan: I Actually Crossed Into A Stick

"Mom, you are amazing!"

Jia Geng couldn't help admiring seeing his mother handle the rabbit in one go.

After returning home, Qin Huairu took a kitchen knife.

Facing the dead rabbit, he disemboweled him and divided the rabbit's fur.

The technique is skillful, it seems that this is not the first time to kill a rabbit.

"Before I married your father, I also raised rabbits and killed them. How could it not be good?"

Qin Huairu looked at her son and smiled smugly.

"Mom, you are amazing!" Xiao Dang also watched from the sidelines.

"Fatty!" Little Sophora's eyes were filled with meat.

As for the bloody scene of killing rabbits, the three brothers and sisters didn't mind at all.

Just thinking about eating meat, eating more meat.

After all, in this era of starvation, there will be no Virgin Mary.

There is an old saying: if the granary is real, you know the etiquette, and if you have enough food and clothing, you know the honor and disgrace.

"Mom, put more rabbit meat in your stewed rabbit soup!"

Jia Geng was speechless when he saw that his mother only put in a few taels of rabbit meat.

"Son, that's enough, save some food." Qin Huairu didn't dare to eat too much.

There are only two catties of rabbit meat in total, and I can eat two taels of meat a day for ten days.

"Mom, the deaf old lady did us a favor today anyway. Isn't it too much to send a bowl of rabbit soup?"

"Also, sister Yushui is coming back, so I want to give you a bowl."

"Rabbit soup is good for women, isn't it!"

"Xiao Dang, Huaihua, what do you think?"

Jia Geng explained to his mother, and then sought the opinions of his two younger sisters.

"Yeah." The two younger sisters didn't disappoint Jia Geng, they nodded hastily.

"You guys, well, put some more meat in then."

Qin Huairu had no choice but what his son said made sense.

"Mom, just put a catty of meat, you are too stingy." Jia Geng saw that his mother only put in two taels of meat, which was too little, not enough to fit between the teeth.

"There are enough sticks, we must be diligent and thrifty in managing our household." Qin Huairu looked at his son angrily.

Seeing that Jia Geng could not convince his mother, he immediately started acting like a baby:

"Mom, I want to eat meat, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"

"There are so many more, and there is a 5-jin rabbit!"

"Eat meat!"

While talking, he pulled Qin Huairu's clothes and swayed them from side to side.

"Okay, okay, eat a catty of rabbit meat."

Qin Huairu loves her son the most, and she only ate meat once this month during Chinese New Year.

Besides, it was also a rabbit caught by my son himself.

And the more than 50 yuan he sold 5 rabbits, it is not too much to eat a good meal today.

"Mom, you are so kind!" Jia Geng stretched out his arms to hug his mother as he said.

"Mum, good!" The two younger sisters followed suit and hugged Qin Huairu.

At this time, Jia Zhang's jealous words came: "Grandma, am I okay?"

"Grandma is fine too."

As he said that, Jia Geng let go of his mother's arms and came to grandma's side.

Then, take out a big white rabbit toffee.

After unpacking the bag, pick up the white toffee and stuff it into grandma's mouth.

Say: "Grandma, eat toffee."

"My dear grandson, you can eat it, grandma doesn't like it." Seeing how filial his grandson is, Jia Zhang laughed.

"Grandma, this toffee is delicious, you can eat it!"

While grandma opened her mouth to speak, Jia Geng directly stuffed the toffee into her mouth.

He doesn't believe the nonsense that he doesn't like toffee.

I just want to save some food for myself.

"You child, just eat it!" Jia Zhang sipped the toffee in his mouth contentedly.

The sweet taste penetrated into my heart, and my heart began to feel sweet.

"Is the Wowotou ready?" Qin Huairu looked at Jia Zhang and said.

"En." Jia Zhang nodded.

So, Qin Huairu picked up the steamed steamed buns on which the steamed buns were placed.

Put the steaming plate on the iron pot, and the rabbit meat is under the steaming pot.

Stewed rabbit soup is made together with steamed buns.

The two sisters kept looking at the iron pot, as if they were afraid that the meat inside would be stolen.

At this time, Jia Geng learned that there is only stick noodles at home.

Cornmeal is cornmeal, which is a coarse grain and made into steamed buns.

This wowotou is unpalatable and difficult to swallow, and it is eaten with rice soup.

It's ready for dipping in rabbit soup tonight.

Hey, the family is still too poor.

Jia Geng recalled the wheat planted in the space.

After all, wheat can be made into flour. It is a fine grain, and it is much more delicious when made into steamed buns.

Of course the price is much more expensive.

As soon as the thought moved, the consciousness came to that part of the field.

Jia Geng was immediately surprised by the scene in front of him.

The green wheat is almost one meter high, and ears of wheat have also formed.

It is estimated that it will mature soon.

He was overjoyed, the growth rate was too fast, it seemed that the well water was useful for it.

In this way, it will probably be harvested tomorrow.

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