Getting rich peasant women will turn the world upside down

Chapter 30 Crispy and delicious oil shuttle (1)

The first thing Xiaoqi did when he entered the yard was to put the little chickens he bought in the chicken coop, and the chicks scattered as soon as they came out, pecking here and there in the chicken coop, very lively, He is not afraid of people at all, and he knows that he can grow up when he looks like this.

Goro simply repaired the chicken rings to prevent the chicks from getting out of the gaps and running away. Liulang went to the house and chopped some cabbage leaves, mixed them with some rice bran and put them out in a porcelain basin. There is still a bowl of clean water in hand.

As soon as Liu Lang put the chicken food in, the little chickens surrounded him. Liu Lang was a little slow to react, and was pecked by the chickens several times. Fortunately, they are still small and their beaks are not sharp. A few pecks on the big chicken are enough to make people hurt for a while.

After Wulang and Liulang played around the chicken coop for a while, they lost the enthusiasm they had before, and they all went into the house to help Lin Wan'er prepare today's dinner, leaving Xiaoqi alone to feed the chickens.With Xiaoqi watching there, the two of them were not afraid that the little chicks would take this opportunity and run away.

Lin Wan'er put the washed and dried suet on a bamboo chopping board and painstakingly cut it into pieces. Each piece was the size of a child's fist. This size can ensure that the oil shuttle after squeezing the oil will not be too small. The pot is broken into slag, so there is no need to worry that it will be too big to squeeze the oil and waste firewood.

However, cutting things with a kitchen knife that lacked a hole at home is really laborious. After cutting the suet into pieces, Lin Wan'er was almost tired lying on the stove.

"Little sister, I will leave the cooking oil to Liu Lang and me. You go out and wash your hands first, and wipe the sweat off your face." Wu Lang saw Lin Wan'er's sweaty head, and said thoughtfully, he wanted Lin Wan'er to Go out and rest for a while, as long as he and Liulang are here.

"Brother, then I'll go out first." Her hands are greasy, and it's really uncomfortable if you don't wash them, but before leaving, she didn't forget to ask: "Second brother, don't burn too much when you light the fire later." If the fire is too hot, the suet in the pot will be burnt easily, and the boiled oil will have a burnt smell, and the cooked dishes will not taste good, and the oil shuttle left in the pot will be even more unpalatable. It's gone." For the sake of her own mouth, Lin Wan'er felt that it was necessary to talk about this matter.

"Second brother knows, second brother will slow down when adding firewood later, and he will definitely not burn the oil." This is also related to his mouth, so naturally he cannot be sloppy.

When Liu Lang said this, Lin Wan'er felt relieved, so she grabbed some ashes from the pile of ashes outside and smeared the plant ash on her hands, rubbed it a few times, and then washed it in clean water several times, and finally washed the ash on her hands thoroughly. Lard, although it may smell a little like a pig, and the ash on her hands is still dirty, but it is better than nothing. Now that she is in such an environment, she can only live with the situation Now, can't you always compare the developed modern technological civilization with the poor and backward ancient times, isn't this the way to piss off your own rhythm?
Lin Wan'er washed her face and brought in the shiitake mushrooms that were drying outside. As soon as she entered the room, she smelled the aroma of lard all over the room. The pot was crackling and hot oil was splashing everywhere. , turning the suet carefully so as not to burn it in the pan.Liu Lang was also having a hard time burning the fire. He was splashed several times by the splashing hot oil. Fortunately, only a small red spot was left on his arm, which was not a big problem.In order to avoid being splashed again, Liu Lang stuffed a thick log into the stove and ran away, letting it burn in it. Anyway, the heat was just right, and the lard would not be burnt in the pot.

(End of this chapter)