Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6580 Domineering President
When Mrs. Sun heard Yang Huazhong's question, she also had a happy look on her face.

She smiled and said: "Just a few dishes, you don't need to clean them up, you can go and turn yours."

Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Ruoqing again, "If Qing'er has nothing to do in the morning, she will stay for lunch and help your mother by the way."

Yang Ruoqing was overjoyed, "Father, the last sentence is the key point, right? Hahaha..."

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed too.

Sun also smiled.

"Dad, don't worry, I ate the rice with honey dates made by mother, and now I have nowhere to use my strength. I will help mother later."

At this point, Yang Huazhong was relieved to go out for a stroll, and before he left, he did not forget to tell Mrs. Sun about his whereabouts.

It’s nothing more than wandering around the rapeseed and wheat fields at home. If I have time, I will go to the homes of the old brothers like Changgen Daniu to sit, smoke, drink tea, talk about mountains and so on. This is their way of life. He and the social circle have been integrated into the bone marrow for most of his life. If he really enjoys happiness in another place, he is really not used to it.

After Yang Huazhong left, Yang Ruoqing went back to Luo's house to say hello to Wang Cuilian, and then returned to her mother's house.

Hey, it’s good that my mother’s house is close to my mother-in-law’s house. Being married is no different from not being married, and both sides can be taken care of.

By the well behind the kitchen, Mrs. Sun had slaughtered a big rooster and was plucking its feathers there.

Yang Ruoqing immediately recognized this big rooster as the most powerful and domineering one in the backyard. No matter where it appeared, it was always surrounded by a group of mature or young hens.

Those hens scrambled to offer it the worms they pulled out from the grass, all kinds of fawning, and even two hens fought for it because of jealousy.

This rooster is like a domineering president, turning a blind eye to all this, shaking its wings and patrolling the territory like a king every day. Those young roosters tried to challenge it, but they were all trampled under its paws. The white rooster was even pecked bald by it, with a circle of red goosebumps on its neck. In the cold weather, the poor little rooster had frostbite on its exposed skin, which was scary to look at.

But now, the domineering president was pressed into a hot water basin to pluck his hair, and the president's two-meter-long legs stood up high, as if he was contemptuous of this cruel world.

"Mom, why did you kill it? How beautiful is this rooster? Don't you keep the spring as a seed?" Yang Ruoqing came over and asked.

Sun's original plan was this way, that's why Yang Ruoqing asked this question.

Mrs. Sun was so busy that she didn't even have time to raise her head, "I took a look at it. I don't want to kill the hen. It's the biggest among the roosters. Look, it weighs three to four catties after the hair has been plucked and the internal organs have been plucked. You can cook a big pot."

Yang Ruoqing sighed in her heart, looking at the hens squatting together in the corner with their heads tilted to this side and their small eyes dripping, I feel sorry for you, you will be widows in the future.

"Mom, arrange some errands for me."

"Go help me soak those porcini mushrooms." Sun said.

"Wow, boletus is a good thing, mother, are you taking out the good stuff at the bottom of the box to entertain Xiao Hei?"

Mrs. Sun smiled, "When you come to the door, you are a guest, so we have to show the courtesy that should be given to guests. Go, I'm all on the pot."

"Come on!"

Yang Ruoqing ran away with a fart, and had a good lunch at noon, chicken stewed porcini mushrooms, it was so delicious that the taste buds exploded just thinking about it!

Mrs. Sun not only killed the chicken, but also fried rice noodles, crushed them together with fennel, star anise, and salt, and made them into steamed meat rice noodles.

I went to Sun's house, and when I came back, I had two catties of pork belly in my hand.

The color of the pork belly is very good, seven points thin and three points fat, and the fat and thin layers are very obvious like the natural marble cloud pattern. Cut into slices of appropriate thickness, evenly wrapped with rice noodles, and placed in a large black earthenware bowl Inside, there are potato cubes on the bottom, and the pot is steamed over the water.

"Qing'er, did you prepare the small yellow croaker? What are you going to do with the small yellow croaker?" Yang Ruoqing found the dried small yellow croaker among the ingredients prepared by Sun, and asked excitedly.

Sun thought for a while, "In the past, we ate small yellow croakers with pan-fried sauce. How about eating them differently?"

"Which way to eat?"

"I still have half a bowl of steamed meat and rice noodles left from the steamed meat. How about we make fried small yellow croakers?"

Yang Ruoqing clapped her palms: "Okay, okay, it's amazing when you hear it, so what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Lighting a fire to cook, pouring oil and frying vegetables, a cheerful movement was played in the kitchen.

Counting from Yang Huamei's departure, Sun and Yang Ruoqing prepared the ingredients without delay.

It took nearly an hour to prepare the ingredients, and then started to cook, and it was still early for lunch.

If it is converted into modern time, it should be around 09:30 am now.

It was already early for cooking at this time, and usually the guests would come over half an hour later, which was around ten o'clock.

After the guests arrive, drink tea, eat snacks, and chat. Half an hour has passed, and the meal can be started by pinching the eleven o'clock bell.

It is not good for the guests to come too early, because the host’s food has not been cooked yet. Not only will the guests be bored, but it will also invisibly cause a psychological burden on the host, and the cooking may not be performed well.

However, as soon as the first dish of steamed pork was put into the pot, Yang Huamei brought Xiao Hei over.

At that time, Mrs. Sun was stirring rice noodles and small yellow croaker, when suddenly a stout fat boy bowed his back and entered the kitchen, and the light in the kitchen was dimmed.

"Third aunt, sister Qing'er."

The male duck voice of an adolescent boy sounds very distinctive. When it suddenly sounded from behind, it was accompanied by a tap on the shoulder.

Mrs. Sun was startled, and a small yellow croaker fell to the ground with a shaking of her hand.

"Scare the third aunt, hahaha!"

Xiao Hei laughed, the flesh on his face squeezed his eyes into slits.His face was still dark, the same as when he was a child, obviously there was no dirt on his face, but no matter how he washed it, his face always looked dirty.

"Yeah, it's Xiao Hei? You're the only one here? Where's your mother?" After getting used to it, Sun raised her head and asked her nephew, who was already a head taller than herself.

Xiao Hei pointed behind him casually: "Go to my Ga Po's house."

His eyes went over Sun's shoulders, and he began to search for targets on the pot.

It's a pity that they were all raw ingredients, and he didn't find what he wanted.

"Third Aunt, what's in there?" He pointed to the steaming cauldron and asked.

Sun smiled gently, "It's tamales."

"Really? Let me see." Xiao Hei walked over and was about to lift the lid of the pot, but Sun hurriedly stopped him.

"It's hot, I'll take it off."

Mrs. Sun lifted the heavy wooden pot lid, and after the heat dissipated, Xiao Hei saw the tamales on the steamer clearly, and grinned with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)