Chapter 813

Zhang Yanping let out a fart as low-key as possible. His stomach was actually still very full, but as a foodie, upon hearing Qiaoqiao's call, he still quickly raised his arms to respond:

"I want it spicy!"

The Song family could all handle spicy food. Qiaoqiao said "Oh" and finally took five or six green and red chili peppers from the vegetable basket.

In this season, only these chili peppers and Erjingtiao peppers grew exceptionally well. Moreover, the three chickens Seventh Uncle took were sent from the town, which were different from the ingredients at home, so being a little spicy wouldn't be too obvious.

"That's spicy to the hands!" Aunt Lianhua pampered him without a bottom line. Just now, having finished peeling the chestnuts, she came to take the chili peppers from his hand:

"I'll cut them; you hurry up and cook. It's already dark."

Seventh Uncle didn't say anything when he saw this, just nodded: "Cook well; I'll go stir-fry a few more dishes."

Qiaoqiao was full of confidence and gave a sweet smile to the Seventh Grandmother in front of the stove: "Use high heat."

Two pieces of firewood burning in the stove were quickly pushed out, the fire obviously turned larger, and Qiaoqiao put the peeled chestnuts into the pot, drizzled a little oil, and slowly stirred them, soon frying them until they were rich and fragrant.

"Children, you must use high heat for this! Seventh Uncle said that if you fry them first, the dish will taste better later."

Qiaoqiao handed Xiaotian to Xin Jun, suddenly thoughtful: "It has quite a good appetite!"

Qiaoqiao spoke easily, but Zhang Yanping always felt that she also knew he intended to take chestnuts for the little one. At this moment, looking at the ignorant Xin Jun, and then at the golden, fat field mouse, he couldn't help but feel guilty and short of breath:

"Isn't it doing well? It seems even fatter than in summer."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense! Can't I keep it to gnaw on at night? Hurry up and get a cat; you must find that mouse!"

When everyone took advantage of the night to tidy up the house and prepare to rest, Zhang Yanping also returned to his room.

Even if his wife came and it wasn't convenient to eat the work meal at home, the things in the canteen were also good! Not to mention that the mountains and rivers here were beautiful, and sleeping was especially fragrant; it was definitely nourishing!

"Xiaotian! You're stealing chestnuts!"

Now he was holding a rice cake in one hand and chopsticks holding a chestnut in the other; he felt full before it even entered his stomach.

Until Wu Lan evaluated him: "I saw you eat two or three in a row in the field. Come back and do some work, and you cut off half of what Shen Xue was eating."

It was much cleaner than the few dogs at home!

At this moment, Xin Jun wasn't sure.

No way, the ground was cleaned up, and it was hard to find any fish that slipped through the net; those squirrels ran fast!

However, the rice cakes at home were ordinary. Seventh Uncle had made them once before, and everyone ate them and agreed—

Zhang Yanping could have so many, half by competing with squirrels to see who was bolder and faster, and half relying on the late-ripening chestnut burrs on the tree.

"Has everyone learned it?"

Shen Xue felt something was wrong: It's impossible! At the beginning, for the sake of some soybeans and millet, it had a big struggle with the squirrels, so how is it now?

The livestream was closed mercilessly, and the thick fragrance spread from the kitchen, making everyone in the courtyard unable to sit still, wandering back and forth at this moment.

Master Jiang was cautious and full of expectation, not wanting to waste a single grain of rice.

But why did it suddenly stop eating! It wouldn't be dying of old age, would it!

"Xiaotian, are you sick?"

Xin Jun frowned and stared for a long time, finally recognizing it! He immediately shouted:

Qiaoqiao walked while tossing Xiaotian in her hand, tossing it until Xin Jun's heart trembled, worried!

Remembering the chestnuts he had secretly gathered, he couldn't help but feel some anger: "How was this house built? How come there are still mice getting in?!"

【—Don't close it! Don't close the livestream!】

"Sancheng, where are the cats in our courtyard? Catch one and bring it to my room!"

*Slurp! *

Besides, spring sleepiness and autumn fatigue, he himself had been sleepy recently, and Xiaotian had no work, so it was very normal to sleep a little more.

Qiaoqiao:...

"Give what? Not giving!"

However, after thinking about it, he still couldn't find Xiaotian's professional specialty and gave up.

"You... that..."

Song Sancheng was helpless: He had been sitting there driving away insects, and Little Orange's family was especially clean. Don't look at how long they had been in the wild; the orange fur was oily and bright, and the white ones were snow-white!

Press the rice cake, roast it on low heat, and wait to soak it in the chicken soup later...

However, it was now night, which was the best time for cats to frolic all over the mountains and plains. His call didn't get any response from cats, but it called Xin Jun and Qiaoqiao down.

And upstairs, Xin Jun returned to his room, first took out a tissue from his pocket, then opened the tissue, and two golden, boiled chestnuts appeared in his palm!

And on this side, Xin Jun had already successfully started stir-frying the chicken pieces. After the ingredients and chestnuts were added, he nodded:

"Silly."

Song Sancheng estimated who the chestnuts were for, and felt very depressed at the moment.

And keeping them to gnaw on himself... he wasn't afraid of his teeth falling out!

Xin Jun's worry wasn't unreasonable. Recently, Xiaotian's appetite had been declining, and the whole mouse was less and less willing to move. The autumn sunlight shone in through the screen window, and it lay there basking in the sun, sleeping soundly, not waking up at all!

Song Sancheng was even more surprised: "Dad, you forgot that when the eldest daughter ate too many chestnuts when she was a child, she couldn't poop for days? I haven't eaten chestnuts since then!"

That nervous habit of not being able to sleep at night might be cured if it's raised well.

【The ones in front, it's not dark yet, don't dream】

Otherwise, if it's worn away day by day, it will eventually be covered by the trivialities of life, and in the end, even one's own spirit will be consumed.

Just as he was pondering, he heard Zhang Yanping's loud voice:

Although the local chickens sent from the town were also raised by nearby families, how could they compare with the group of chickens on the back mountain?

But Qiaoqiao pointed to the freezer: "Are you going to give them away? There are frozen ones in the freezer, fresh and good-looking, and convenient to eat—when are you sending them? I'll drive."

After all, Tantan had invested so much money and effort into the chestnuts. Now that he was using them to subsidize others, although it was only a few jin, it was indeed not very appropriate...

In short, fleas weren't the point now; the point was that there were mice in the house!

"Really!" Shen Xueyan said confidently: "The seven jin of chestnuts your mother and I dried, we just looked at them and found a hole bitten by a mouse at the bottom of the bag, and there are only three jin left!"

The fragrance of rice could be vaguely smelled even when it was cold. Later, the outer layer would be roasted until crispy, and the inner layer would be hot and soft. Then, stick it to the side of the pot to soak up some hot and spicy soup...

Oh my, as a cook, I haven't eaten a piece of meat from home yet; I'm anxious!

She opened the door and saw Xin Jun holding the increasingly fat Xiaotian with both hands, looking pitiful.

Song Sancheng was puzzled: "Dad, didn't you say that cats have fleas and aren't allowed in?"

He remembered what Teacher Shen Xue said: People living in society must find things they are interested in.

Cooking doesn't have to be so rigid!

"Xiaotian! Xiaotian!"

【I'm a poor student, I apply for two portions of chestnuts for error tolerance!】

"Everything is good, it's just that the chicken is ordinary."

"Such a big one, you have to cut it into three or four pieces to steam it in our pot, but you, you just eat it without knowing you're full."

At first, Shen Xue thought it was the squirrels on the back mountain who didn't dare to beat it anymore, and it had a sense of security, so it slept wantonly.

Xiaotian in the corner was now golden in color, round and soft all over, like a plush stress-relief ball that could be kneaded and flattened at will.

She reached out to grab Xiaotian, then flipped her palm to weigh it and toss it twice; the heavy feeling hit her palm solidly:

And when it heard the sound, it crawled out of the shoe box slowly, then hung its soft body on the edge of the shoe box, its two front paws hanging down naturally, looking listless.

【Eating instant noodles in my hand, it tastes bland, and I even feel a little sick】

It was originally stealing and drying them in their old house; after all, he wanted to give them to his eldest son, so he didn't want Tantan and the others to know.

Therefore, when Shen Xueyan said this, Wang Lifen also nodded: "Okay! It rained a lot a while ago, and I was afraid it would get damp."

Xiaotian... could it be that it has been unemployed for too long and is now depressed?!

But having mice in the house is a big deal. He opened the living room door and shouted: "Little Orange? Is Little Orange there? If Little Orange isn't there, is that Orange there? Is Seven Orange there?"

Song Sancheng:... The old man is inexplicable.

Don't dare to think, don't dare to think! If I think more, my saliva will come down!

The outer layer of the rice cake had been roasted until golden and crispy, and the front end was stained with a little brown chicken soup. The rich fragrance of chestnuts was so overbearing that as soon as the dish was on the table, everyone reached for them with their chopsticks at the same time!

Chatting like this, after Song Tan and Song Youde finished packing the fish bait for the day, dinner was finally on the table!

"Dry it tomorrow... eh?"

Tossing Xiaotian until it was dizzy, Qiaoqiao stopped, and it spat out a dry, yellow chestnut kernel the size of a mung bean with a *gurgle*!

That doesn't look like depression either!

Qiaoqiao, who had just opened her phone to reply to messages: "??? That shouldn't be, I haven't heard that field mice only live for a year."

Thinking of this, Xin Jun hurriedly grabbed Xiaotian and went downstairs: "Sister! Sister! Is Xiaotian not going to live long?"

Shen Xue grabbed it, then pulled its paws and legs to look back and forth—it was fat and furry, and its legs were quite strong when it kicked...

Song Sancheng could never grasp the point—

Just after fishing out the chestnuts and preparing to add more low heat, Master Jiang came over: "Qiaoqiao, you go over there to cook; give me the high-heat stove."

Master Jiang had just kneaded all the rice cooked in the afternoon into balls and pressed them slightly, making them into a triangular, thick, and square shape.

He turned to Zhang Yanping and said: "Grandpa, look at you, why don't you put things in the warehouse? We wouldn't eat yours... Xiaotian never goes to the warehouse to make trouble."

He weighed the bag and frowned: "Did we dry it so dry last time? It feels like it's not even two jin."

"Dad, why are you drying chestnuts? You can't even gnaw on them... Doesn't our family have fresh ones frozen in the freezer? There are also sugar-roasted chestnuts, also frozen!"

Shen Xueyan's heart was warm. Thinking of that phone call earlier, he gritted his teeth:

"How can there be mice in the house?"

【Ah, the food is starting, but what should I do if my takeout hasn't arrived yet】

As for the principle, he forgot.

After the chestnuts were dried, even stones couldn't break them. When he was a teenager and hungry, he would take one and gnaw on it for an hour!

After the chestnuts were dried until they were dry, although they couldn't be bitten, they were very good for soaking and boiling soup. The cloth bag that Zhang Yanping and his wife picked was only about ten jin—

Song Youde thought to himself, I don't know why I didn't know I was full in the afternoon either! Just... unknowingly, when it was at hand, I just started eating.

Qiaoqiao's family had left a room for them on the first floor, small but complete. Now the two entered the room and took off their thick coats. Zhang Yanping rummaged in the corner and finally pulled out a cloth bag:

He touched Xiaotian's increasingly oily fur, full of worry: "You haven't eaten well for several days..."

Aunt Lianhua brought the steamer over and couldn't help but smile when she heard this: "Don't eat too much; there are still sweet potatoes, be careful of farting in the quilt at night."

And Zhang Yanping, while turning, suddenly asked Wang Lifen: "Are our chestnuts dried? Should we take them out to dry tomorrow?"

Zhang. Farted all afternoon. Yanping was fearless: "I'm not in the same quilt as others, I'll stink myself!"

Zhang Yanping:...

Logically speaking, for braised chicken with chestnuts, put less soup and stick a circle of cakes around the pot; that's called a perfect match!

Livestream:...

Only Seventh Uncle ate three rice cakes and took a soft, sweet steamed sweet potato, still feeling unsatisfied:

"If you hide nuts in your room, it's just a field mouse; it's strange if it can hold back!"

Zhang Yanping was a little uncomfortable: "That... I'll tidy up some for Xiaomei..."

No wonder it didn't eat during this time; it didn't know how many it stole a day! It was so dry, how long would it take to digest?

My dear granddaughter!

Everyone was very satisfied with this meal today. Master Jiang touched his stomach, full of expectation for the dormitory to be built so he could pick up his wife.

Looking at Shen Xue and Brother Wu Lei, the two, one white and one white, one holding a sweet potato and the other holding a rice cake, were eating so fragrantly!

What? Chestnuts aren't eaten?!

That made Shen Xue feel sorry!

In the clothes padded in the shoe box, there were soybeans and rice grains.

But...

【Eat a few peanuts? Dare to think like that】

Just as everyone was chattering, Xin Jun stir-fried the chicken pieces one last time, and then covered the pot.

【Woo woo woo, Teacher, if I learn it, will you leave a jin of chestnuts for me to do homework?】

"Okay! Let's add the cakes in a while. Children, class is starting!"

Zhang Yanping glanced at him: "I said there are fleas, doesn't Xin Jun still hold it in his arms and kiss it every day..."

"Children, let's add more water and boil it for a while later, and we can leave more chicken soup to soak the rice cakes at the end. This is done!"

But no matter how it was obtained, now that he intended to give it to Xiaomei, the old couple could take it out to dry openly.

He said it was delicious, but as soon as he used his chopsticks, he felt annoyed: "I really shouldn't have eaten so many sweet potatoes in the afternoon!"

He called out: "Come and eat chestnuts!"

"But... but..." Xin Jun struggled: "It hasn't eaten well for a long time! I brought two chestnuts today and it didn't eat them."