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Shi Qingxiao had experience in killing birds. She would quietly discuss the method of killing chickens with others during her daily wandering around. Although she didn't have any chickens at home, it was always good for her to learn some experience, so she would put it to use here.

She first prepared a bowl, filled it half with water, and sprinkled a little salt into it. Then she slid the chicken over and stepped on the wings of the young hen.

Holding the hen's neck with his left hand, he pulled off a little down at a certain place to reveal the tender chicken neck, and then asked Zhou Yancheng to hand over the kitchen knife.

She raised the knife and cut the hen's neck with the knife, and blood spurted out. She pointed the wound on the hen's neck at the bowl, and the blood flowed into the bowl.

These chicken blood can also be eaten and should not be wasted.

Zhou Yancheng was dumbfounded as he watched his wife's fierce movements. This was the first time he saw his wife killing a chicken. There were no chickens before, so he couldn't kill them even if he wanted to.

The blood flowed for a while and was almost gone. Shi Qingxiao stared at the hen's neck without blinking. The blood dripped out and fell into the bowl. She waited for a while to make sure that no blood came out. She Then he let go and threw the killed chicken to one side.

Zhou Yancheng poured the boiling water into a large basin, and Shi Qingxiao put the hen in and scalded it for a while, then poked it with a wooden stick to make sure that the hen's feathers were loose. She used two wooden sticks to scald the hen. Take the hen out. It is very hot and cannot be pulled out. So rinse it with cold water.

When the temperature of the hen cooled down, she and Zhou Yancheng squatted on both sides of the hen and removed the chicken's feathers, pulling a lot of them.

Zhou Yancheng suffered a period of hardship when he was a child, and also helped his family pull chicken feathers. However, it has been many years, and this is the first time in so many years that he has removed the feathers of chickens.

He pulled off a handful of chicken feathers and gently placed them to one side.

He remembered Tangtang saying that he should collect the feathers of these animals to keep them warm. They could then stuff them into bedding or clothes to make them less tired and cold.

Shi Qingxiao and Zhou Yancheng took off most of the chicken feathers together, as well as some fine down. Shi Qingxiao changed to a squatting position, turned the chicken over, and pulled off the unsightly down.

After pulling them all out, Shi Qingxiao put the chicken on the chopping board, picked up a kitchen knife and opened up the chicken, took out all the chicken lungs, gizzards, liver, kidneys, intestines and other internal organs, and threw them into a basin. Wash it inside.

In the past, Shi Qingxiao would not eat these offal, but now these offal have become delicacies in her eyes, but since they belong to Wu Sanlang, she suppresses the urge in her stomach to eat them.

He boiled a pot of water to scald the chicken, then used cold water to remove the heat from the chicken, and then used part of the water to wash the chicken. Zhou Shitang also used some of the water to wash the onions and ginger. At this time, the water tank was only half full of water.

Zhou Shiruo came back with two buckets of water. He saw that half of the water was gone after she went out. He picked up the bucket and poured the water in. "I knew that killing chickens requires a lot of water."

After she poured the water in, the water tank was still barely full.

The weather was hot, and she ran back and forth, sweating on her forehead, and the lining on her back was wet. Her body was tired, but her spirit was very high.

She looked at the young hen that had taken off its feathers and washed it cleanly with bright eyes, sucking and salivating.

She knew that this was something that belonged to Wu Sanlang and she couldn't eat it, but this didn't affect her enjoyment of it. When her eyes saw it, she thought she had eaten it.

Zhou Shiruo looked at the chicken to replenish his energy, picked up two wooden buckets and went out to fetch water again.

Among the things Wu Sanlang brought, there were also white and fat rice. Zhou Shitang's eyes turned red when he looked at the polished rice. He almost glued his eyes to the rice. He secreted saliva rapidly and breathed rapidly. It took a lot of self-control to stabilize. Stay in your mind.

God knows how long it has been since she had eaten these delicious rice!
All she eats now is brown rice, and she still can't enjoy it. She eats porridge every day. The rice grains in the porridge are not thick and tasteless. Her stomach is rebelling, but she has no choice but to do it. Less delicious.Zhou Yancheng noticed his daughter's excitement and glanced at her. He was also excited when he saw the rice, and then silently looked away.

It’s a pity that you can watch it but not eat it.

Zhou Shitang washed rice and cooked rice. Making shrimp crispy rice requires crispy rice. While Shi Qingxiao was killing the chicken, Zhou Shitang was cooking the rice, quickly lighting a fire, and then took out a pile of shrimps and started processing them.

Shi Qingxiao killed the chicken and turned to look at Zhou Shitang, "Tangtang, the chicken is washed, what next? What needs to be done?"

Zhou Shitang disliked the fact that the live shrimps were moving around and were difficult to handle. There happened to be a little bit of boiling water left, so she threw all the shrimps in and boiled them. The dark gray shrimps quickly turned into red, orange and orange colors.

Zhou Shitang picked up the shrimp and was about to devein the shrimp when he heard Shi Qingxiao's question and turned to look over, "Marine the chicken with salt for about half an hour."

Shi Qingxiao hummed, put the chicken in the basin, and sprinkled a handful of salt. There was salt in Wu Sanlang's big and small bags, so she didn't have to skip it at all. She added it until the taste was right.

Zhou Yancheng walked to Zhou Shitang and looked at the shrimps curiously, "How to deal with this thing?"

When I was a child, I lived in Mobei, which is inland, and there were no such shrimps. Later, when I went to the capital to get promoted and make a fortune, I was able to eat these shrimps, but I had not dealt with them personally.

Zhou Shitang picked up a shrimp and pressed it on the cutting board. He used a knife to cut a long slit on the back of the shrimp to reveal the shrimp line inside. Only then did he have time to answer his father's question, "Here, look at this black... A long thing? Get rid of this thing first."

She never eats this shrimp when she eats it. She can't eat it. Although this is not what she eats, her obsessive-compulsive disorder must be dealt with.

Let the big fat sheep eat delicious food without impurities as much as possible.

Zhou Yancheng saw his precious daughter holding a knife and making a cut on the small shrimp. His eyelids jumped and his heart became nervous. He was really afraid that his daughter would cut it into his hands, so he warned, "Be careful, don't cut it." Got it."

Zhou Shitang nodded, picked out the shrimp thread, took a moment to look in the direction of the stove, and found that the fire was almost gone. He reminded, "Dad, go check the fire and cook until the casserole comes out."

Zhou Yancheng walked over, added two pieces of firewood, and then walked back to Zhou Shitang.

After Zhou Shitang picked out the shrimp threads, he also peeled off the shells of the shrimps. These shrimps are cooked, and after peeling off the shells, they become plump food.Zhou Shitang felt that he could hardly bear it anymore.

She swallowed hard, calmed herself down, and tried hard for a long time not to eat secretly.

She was like a bad wolf at the moment. The rich food was right in front of her, but she couldn't eat it. This was a kind of torture for her.

But she is very contractual. These are things that belong to Wu Yongwei. She will not touch them without his permission.

Zhou Shitang disliked the trouble of cutting shrimps with a knife, so he just twisted off the necks of shrimps, picked out the shrimp threads, and then peeled the shells.

Zhou Yancheng saw clearly how Zhou Shitang handled the shrimp. He rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and was about to pick up a shrimp.