The husband is the hunter

Chapter 115

It didn't take much time to feed the chickens. Fang Lin saw their heads ticking, and then went to the deepest part of the cave. She thought for a while, and there were only sausages and jerky at home. A sausage is a meal.

The originally well-built baskets were messed up by Duan Nanshan. Fang Lin immediately understood where the earthen pot was taken out just now. She chuckled and had no choice but to put the baskets back together.

When she finished her busy work and went to the kitchen, Duan Nanshan was not there, there was almost no flame under the stove, and she seemed to have been out for a long time.Fang Lin yelled twice, but seeing no one answered, she ignored it, added a handful of firewood, and then concentrated on processing the ingredients at hand. Anyway, Nanshan is more familiar with this area than her, and a living person will never lose Alright.

The water boiled, and the kitchen was full of heat. Fang Lin put the dried meat into the pot. There were no fans at home, so she cut the cabbage and radish into cubes and stewed them into a pot of vegetables. , she touched it, and it was already hot and soft. She was just about to cover the pot, turn off the fire and wait for Duan Nanshan to come back to eat, but just as she sat down, she heard movement outside.

Duan Nanshan was carrying a basket in his hand, and there were white and fat bamboo shoots in it. His feet were covered with a lot of mud, so he stomped at the door twice to remove the mud from his shoes, and then he entered the house. Fang Lin said as if asking for credit, "Take a look at what this is?"

Fang Lin took a closer look and couldn't help laughing, "Why did you think about digging for bamboo shoots? That's right. The sky is getting warmer and it's raining again. Don't these bamboo shoots come out one by one? Well, I just collected several eggs, let's add another dish today, scrambled eggs with spring bamboo shoots."

"That's good." Duan Nanshan also smiled, "I'm used to eating meat, and I still like the crisp and refreshing taste of this thing. Unfortunately, it grows too fast. At this time of the year, I can't eat it a few times, so it grows all over again. Yes. I rarely saw anyone selling this thing in the town, and I missed the season, so I didn’t have anything to eat.”

Fang Lin smiled, "That's not easy. While the bamboo shoots are still fresh and tender at this time, just dig some more and marinate them. Speaking of which, people who live inside and at the foot of the mountain can eat this stuff. Not to mention the town, even in the entire Qingchuan County, it is estimated that there is no sale."

Duan Nanshan was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said with a smile, "There is a bamboo forest in the east of our house. I saw some sprouts a few days ago. After I went here today, many of them have grown. Since there is a way to place them, I will go there again. Dig some more, by the way, how long can this thing be preserved after marinating?"

"What's the rush, eat first, and I'll go with you to have a look after eating. You peel the shell first, and I'll get the eggs." Fang Lin smiled, walked two steps and then turned to him and asked, "I used to be in the village I didn’t see many people pickling bamboo shoots here, so you said that if you pickle this stuff well, can you put it in the shop and sell it?”

"Probably?" Duan Nanshan has never eaten pickled sour bamboo shoots, but he thought about it, his wife's craftsmanship is so good, she should be similar to what she said, "You haven't said how long you can keep it after pickling? And , how many days will it take to marinate?"

"In this weather, it can be marinated in about five days. As long as there is no raw water and oil, it will be ready for as long as it is. It is like pickled vegetables." Fang Lin lowered her head and thought for a while before answering.

Duan Nanshan suggested with a smile, "It's not too long, why don't we marinate some first and let uncle try to sell it at the stall. If it works, even if we marinate it a little more."

Fang Lin felt that this made sense, and nodded, "Okay, you can change the front pot to the back, heat up the oil and prepare to cook."

(End of this chapter)