Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 274 The person who pulls hatred (5)
Mu Xiang raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Oh? Really dare?"

Tang Mo straightened his chest, "That's natural!"

"Okay, then watch me kill the chicken, don't blink," Mu Xiang reached out to Caiyun, and took the kitchen knife.

Caiyun also went over to grab the chicken in her hands, "Little Sixth Brother, step aside, don't splash your blood!" She said it deliberately to Brother Tang, hehe!It's fun to tease him, too.

Sure enough, the faces of the two of them were so ugly.

Mu Xiang bent over to tie up the hem of the skirt, squatted down, put the kitchen knife aside first, then grabbed the hen's neck, chose a suitable place in its throat, and plucked the chicken feathers from the neck.

Before cutting the knife, Mu Xiang raised her eyes to look at Tang Mo and Xiao Liu, her moist and beautiful eyes were full of mischievous smiles.

"You two are very optimistic!"

With the knife raised and lowered, the kitchen knife scratched the chicken's neck, and the bright red blood flowed into the bowl filled with clear water.

The blood was drained, but the chicken was not dead yet, it was thrashing and writhing.

Fortunately, Caiyun was very tired, otherwise he would be in great trouble.The dying animal struggled vigorously.

As more and more blood was poured out, the chicken's struggling movements gradually became smaller.

But Muxiang reminded Caiyun, "Pay attention, don't let go, there is still a while!"

This is called the last flash in the pan, and all the power is concentrated.

Caiyun looked at the shaking chicken in his hand, and frowned, "It's so strong, it hurts my hand."

Mu Xiang was arrogant, "That's right, didn't you see that I kept all the chickens outside? In this way, the chickens are more active and stronger, but the meat quality is better than chickens raised in captivity. The stewed chickens Chicken soup tastes more delicious, well, after lunch, let's go to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots!"

In fact, she had wanted to dig for a long time, but she didn't know what kind of bamboo the bamboo here belonged to.

Harvesting bamboo shoots in winter is more difficult than in spring, because the bamboo shoots are hidden in the soil before they emerge. It is not easy to find or dig, but winter bamboo shoots are definitely as delicious as spring bamboo shoots.

She wanted to try her luck, since she had nothing to do in the afternoon anyway, if she could really dig out bamboo shoots and put them in the hen soup to stew together, then the taste would be the real delicacy in the world.

Tang Mo and Xiao Liu didn't listen to a word they said.

Anyone who sees a chicken struggling for its life is flopping over there, and the two chicken killers can still talk about how to eat it.

Just think about it, don't you feel sick?
The chicken was dead, Mu Xiang stood up, and was about to go to the kitchen to boil water to scald the chicken and pluck its feathers. Seeing the two of them staring blankly, she shook her head in disappointment.

People who don't eat the smoke and fire of the world think that eating chicken should be white and clean, and it should look like it is cooked and placed in a bowl. This is too simple.

Back in the kitchen, the two sisters were busy cooking lunch, He An and Xiao Liu also came in to help, Wu Qing was going to prepare for the thatched shed in the afternoon, and hadn't left yet.

Tang Mo sat leisurely in the main room, set up a chess set, and taught Mu Lang how to play chess.

Poor Mu Lang, who has just started playing chess, how can he be his opponent. He was beaten straight to Huanglong within five moves, and the veteran is gone.

But he refused to admit defeat, and played with him more and more seriously.

Tang Mo still has a bit of moral character, and he is very serious about teaching him to play chess. Anyway, he can't eat other people's rice for nothing!

He An helped Caiyun clean up the old hen.

A very fat and large chicken took a big casserole to hold it.

Because the two pots are burning food, the chicken can only be stewed in the casserole.But before stewing, Mu Xiang blanch the chicken in boiling water to remove the fishy smell and some blood foam.

Then put it in a purple casserole and stew it. Cut a few slices of ginger to remove the fishy smell, and add a few drops of vinegar to remove the fishy smell.

He An went to the eaves of the porch, turned on the charcoal stove, let the chicken sit in it to simmer slowly, and it was almost ready when it was time for dinner in the evening.

As for noon, whoever called Tang Mo didn't say that he would definitely come to eat, so...you can eat whatever you have!

Salted fish, steamed sausage, tofu stewed with spicy cabbage, fried dried shrimp and leek.

Carrots and beef are stewed together, and then some bean sprouts are boiled later, and they are served with rice, which is delicious.

Green smoke rose again from the chimney of Mu's house, and the smell of food wafted from the kitchen.

Tang Mo sat in the main room, ignoring Mu Lang who was thinking about it opposite him. He watched, listened, and smelled the smell that only belonged to the Mu family.

Suddenly, he thought, he can understand why He Liancheng fell in love with this place, because it feels like home.

So what about the palace, what about the palace.

No matter how gorgeous the place is, what you sleep in is nothing more than a bed, and what you eat is nothing more than a bowl of rice.

Don't look at every banquet held in the palace, there are hundreds of dishes, and there are countless fine wines.

But those hundreds of dishes, in the end, are not just decorations. Who cares whether they are delicious or not just because they look good?

Mu Xiang will be busy in the kitchen, holding a spatula in one hand, frying leeks and dried shrimps in the small pot.

This dish is very difficult to stir-fry, the leeks will turn yellow when the heat is over, so she is very anxious when frying this dish, and when she is anxious, she will have a bad temper.

"He An, quickly bring me some dried chilies!"

"Xiao Liu, scoop up some water!"

These two people were sent around by her.

Tang Mo stood at the door of the kitchen and watched. In fact, he was attracted by the smell of food, and wanted to ask when the meal could be served.

Seeing Mu Xiang's busy figure, he consciously didn't ask.

Forget it, once the master enters the Mu family, he is not the master. Except for Xiao Liu, no one treats him as a master.

Mu Xiang picked up the leeks and dried shrimps in the pot, turned around, and saw Tang Mo leaning against the door of the kitchen leisurely, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Tang Mo knew something was wrong, did he offend her again?

Just as he was about to turn around and run away, he heard Miss Mu's order coming.

"Don't stand still, come get the bowls and chopsticks and put them on the table in the main room!" Is it possible to just eat and not work?It's the same with Helian Sheng here, let alone him.

Xiao Liu hurriedly stood up, "Master, you rest while I go!"

(End of this chapter)