Looking at Su Fang’s dexterity, I know that he really looked for chestnuts to eat in the mountains as he said.
"Husband, taste the chestnut. It’s sweet." Qi Lan marveled that the Soviet side had peeled off a chestnut so quickly.
But he didn’t eat it himself, but spread his hand and fed it to Jilan’s mouth.
Looking at the white and tender palms and the white and tender chestnut meat JiLan smiled and didn’t refuse, but she stood in front of her and bowed her head and put the chestnut in her mouth.
Raw chestnut tastes crisp and sweet, which is completely different from the sweet and soft taste of cooked chestnut.
Qi Lan tasted it carefully and thought that although this wild chestnut was small, it was as big as a little finger.
However, the taste is better, and it is sweeter than those big, artificially cultured chestnuts bought in the street.
Just savoring the immobility of the two, Qi Lan looked up and saw that Su Fang was still in the front position and was looking at himself. It was like waiting for the praise of the little milk dog, and then he saw several other chestnuts in his hand. Qi Lan’s heart was soft and "delicious."
The little milk dog was instantly excited. "I told you this chestnut is delicious."
This looks like a credit JiLan couldn’t help but reach out and rubbed his hair. "It’s delicious. Let’s pick up some more and go home. We just picked a lot of mushrooms. We’ll eat chicken stewed mushrooms and add some chestnuts at night."
"Well, good!" Su Fangli nodded and didn’t doubt that they had been eating it raw or cooked it in the stove hole, and whether eating chestnut could stew chicken. In his heart, if my husband said it, it must be right.
Since my husband said chestnut can stew chicken, you can definitely stew chicken!
Chestnut has reached the mature stage, and a lot of chestnut trees can fall when you shake them. The two of them simply put the mushroom part of the basket into the pot, and then the bottom of the basket is dressed up, and the dried leaves of the basket are covered with a thick layer of chestnut.
This obviously can’t hold much chestnuts, and the two of them picked up a lot of chestnuts and put them in the garden. Qi Lan also took out a standing small hoe and dug several small chestnut trees directly into the garden, and then went to plant trees with Su Fang before going to bed at night.
Today, the two men carried a basket. Now that things have passed the road in Sudan, Jilan naturally won’t leave convenience behind, but will tire the children.
The same is true for him to dry leaves on the basket floor.
Although they pick chestnuts with burrs, even if they are full of a basket, it is not heavy, but Qi Lan just wants to be easier.
Besides, dried leaves are also a good kindling fuel. Their dried leaves are almost finished, and they are going to come to Shanju to go back in a couple of days.
"Qi Xiao, are you looking for chestnuts?" When they were about to get home, they happened to meet Qi Dazhuang and Qi Minsheng, one carrying a hoe and the other carrying a basket.
"Yes, uncle Zhuang and uncle Minsheng, are you busy?"
Both of them are helping him grow wheat today, which is almost the last day. In fact, it won’t take long for four acres of land to find five or six people. After two days, they are all the main workers and there are so many people. I would be embarrassed if I do it slowly.
Chapter 58 Have a little secret
Why don’t we wait until the children come back for dinner to talk about it?
It is urgent to kill an old hen first.
Although it is said that the chicken is stewed with mushrooms, there is no chicken in Qi Lan’s house, but there is a hen who wants to hatch eggs recently.
It’s a pity that they don’t have a rooster at home. Those eggs are not fertilized and can’t hatch anything. Today, the chicken can be slaughtered and eaten.
Jilan kills chickens by the well. Su Fang is holding a bowl to pick up chicken blood. Chicken blood is a good thing, but it can’t be a wave. Jilan is going to make pork liver, chicken blood and mushroom soup, but there is no pig liver at home. It’s just the day to go to town. Anyway, it’s cold now, and this chicken blood won’t be bad in the sky.
Before the water was boiled, JiLan took a wooden basin and put the old hen in it. Speaking of it, this wooden basin still had a fate with JiLan. At first, it was this wooden basin that he brought a few fish back, tired and panting, but he was despised by the Soviet side for taking it home easily.
Boiling water drenches chicken feathers and then passes in boiling water. Even at this time, it is much easier to pluck hair.
When Qi Lan treated the chicken, Su Fang cleaned the mushrooms according to Qi Lan’s instructions and then tore them into small pieces for later use.
Recently, a lot of chickens have been killed, and Qi Lan has had experience. From killing chickens to cutting them into pieces, it took less than one wick of incense. "This old hen drank a lot of spring water during this period, and it certainly tasted better."
A large bowl of chicken oil is put together separately. When you stew chicken in Qilan, you usually don’t put other oil, but boil the chicken oil directly, so that the stewed chicken soup tastes the most delicious.
"Husband, when we go to town one day, can we see if there are any chickens to sell?
I want to buy some more chickens, especially when the rooster grows up, so we can hatch the chickens ourselves. "
Whenever Jilan is ready to show his skill, the Soviet side is responsible for lighting the fire, and today is no different.
Why do you want to buy chickens is naturally because the old hens at home have been eaten by them recently. Although the pheasants are delicious, Sudan always prefers to eat domestic chickens.
"Well, it’s not tiring to raise chickens anyway. Let’s buy some if we meet them someday."
Besides, JiLan feels that raising chickens with spring water is better than ordinary eggs, and he has tasted the sweetness recently. Naturally, he will not refuse the Soviet proposal.
Add salt to the chicken, add a little ginger and white wine, cook in boiling water for a few minutes, scoop up and control the dry water, then pour out the water in the pot and wash it again, indicating that Huang Cancan chicken oil is thrown into the pot to burn a fire.
Suddenly there was a crackling sound and a smell different from pork.
After the chicken oil is boiled out, put the chicken in and stir fry quickly.
The chicken, which is a little white because it was cooked once, was instantly fried into ginger. When it was almost time, add ginger, garlic, pepper and salt, and soon the smell of chicken filled the whole kitchen.
"It smells good." Su Fang was once again defeated by her husband’s craftsmanship. Even though this is not the first time for her husband to stew chicken, he still feels that he likes it so much that he can’t get enough of it.
"You can’t eat incense yet. Wait a minute. This hen is older and needs to stew for a while."