After my divorce, I opened a gourmet restaurant

Han Yan recognized this kid at a glance, he was Luo Yingsong when he was young.

Luo Yingsong happily shook the pheasant in his hand.

"Mother, we must have not eaten meat for half a year. "

The woman who was called her mother was called Zhou Helian.

Zhou Helian put down her winter coat stuffed with cotton:

"Aren't you afraid of meeting a blind bear when you go into the mountains on this cold day?"

She took the pheasant from her son's hand and weighed how much it weighed.

Fat enough.

"Hehe, my dad is following me, and he can't be in danger. As

he spoke, a middle-aged man walked in from outside the house, with reddish skin and a strong physique, and a woolen coat on his body.

He is Luo Yingsong's father, named Luo Shan.

"When winter comes, the bears and blind are all in the nest, and I take my son into the mountains, and nothing happens. "

I'll stew the pheasant in a while, let's kill another chicken, stew it together, the pheasant is too small and not enough to eat!" Luo Shan took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

"Yes, yes, my mother will kill another chicken, one chicken is not enough to eat!" Luo Yingsong blushed, drooling at the thought of the burnt chicken and rice.

"That's not good, the chickens are still left to lay eggs. Zhou Helian immediately refused.

There are two words written on his face, no way!

Luo Shan, Luo Yingsong and his son glanced at each other, and they both saw what the other party meant.

One wants his son to coax his mother, and the

other wants his father to come out and persuade his wife.

In the end, father and son came on the field.

"Daughter-in-law, if my son wants to eat a chicken, I'll make it for him.

"Mom, my dad has lost weight, don't you feel sorry for your old man as a daughter-in-law!"

Zhou Helian grinned, "You two want to eat by yourself, so you have to bring each other."

"Do it, do it, but I have a word first, before the Chinese New Year, I can only eat this last chicken, and then let you eat it, and the chickens at home are gone." "

Yes

!" "I'm going to wash rice!" "

Father and son, one went outside to get wood, and the other took on the work of washing rice.

"Lao Luo, go and kill the chicken.

Zhou Helian put on an apron and commanded.

Luo Shan looked at his daughter-in-law with a smile on his face and said, "When you first got married, you called me Brother Shan."

Zhou Helian's face turned red and pushed Luo Shan to kill chickens outside.

"You are not serious, the child is still here, what are you talking about!" Luo

Shan smiled and walked out the door, hanging the pheasant on the wooden fence.

The head of the chicken is facing down and the feet are facing up.

Killing a chicken must first bleed, the knife cuts the neck of the chicken, the blood flows out, people must stand far away, otherwise it is easy to splash a body of chicken blood.

After killing the pheasant, then killing another chicken.

I received a basin of chicken blood.

The water in the house was already boiling.

To remove chicken feathers, you have to use hot water to go through them, put the chickens in the water basin, and when the water is warm, just pick the feathers directly.

"Mother, when can you eat?"

"You know how to eat, don't you see that your mother is busy working."

Luo Yingsong grinned and also came over to help.

The chickens are quickly disposed of, and the rest is simple.

Disembowel, take out the internal organs.

Some of the sewer conjoined bodies were thrown directly.

The rest of the offal is cleaned and the chicken is being washed.

"What to do, you two said!" Zhou Helian asked.

"Boil

chicken soup!" "Stew chicken!" Xiao

Luo Yingsong frowned, "Let's stew chicken soup, listen to the people of the Qian family, stewed chicken soup is delicious, nutritious, and puff on your body."

Luo Shan held Luo Yingsong's arm, "Look at what it has become, if you make up for it, it's too much, it's still delicious stewed chicken, stewed chicken in an iron pot!" "

Put something else later, frozen tofu, dried mushrooms, vermicelli, potatoes."

"The stewed things are wrapped in oil, and the oily vermicelli is delicious with rice, not to mention the soft potatoes and frozen tofu full of juice. Listening

to his father's description, Luo Yingsong has already begun to swallow saliva.

"Don't talk about Dad, open up!" Zhou

Helian grinned, "Look at you two like that." "

Daughter-in-law, I'll help you chop the chicken." "

Mother, I'll help you light the fire,"

Luo Shan had a lot of strength, and chopped the chicken into pieces with a few strokes of a kitchen knife.

Zhou Helian added a lot of water to the pot, then put the chicken in a pot under cold water, and took out the chicken after the water boiled.

Then boil the pan dry and brush the lard inside.

In these days, meat is a rare thing, and you have to have pork to borrow the taste of cooking.

After brushing the oil, Zhou Helian threw a handful of green onions into the pot.

After frying the fragrant, the chicken is stir-fried for a while, and then add soy sauce, miso, salt, sugar, and star anise to eat something salty in the winter to have strength.

Half an hour later, the aroma of meat had already penetrated the lid of the pot and floated everywhere.

Luo Yingsong drooled and looked forward to the chicken in the pot.

"Mother, when can I eat

!" "What's the hurry, wait!" Zhou

Helian lifted the lid of the pot, and a stream of heat rose.

Flip the pot twice with a spatula, and then put in the potatoes that have been cut long ago, shiitake mushrooms.

After simmering for about ten minutes, the frozen tofu and vermicelli also jumped into the pot.

Twenty minutes later.

On the kang in the inner room, there is a pot of hot chicken on the wooden table, three bowls of rice-scented rice, and a pot of white wine in the tea jar.

The winter in the Northeast is getting dark, and there is snow outside, and the room is lit by only an oil lamp.

"My mother's cooking is delicious!" Luo

Yingsong grinned, picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat meat.

Luo Shan slapped his hand, "Son, your mother hasn't served yet, why are you in a hurry?"

"Aren't I too greedy." Luo Yingsong smiled and put down his chopsticks.

"Why isn't it on the table yet?"

At this moment, Zhou Helian walked in from outside, and as soon as the cold wind poured in, the two men in the inner room trembled.

"It's so windy outside, it's so cold, it's snowing and it's windy!" Zhou

Helian shook the snow on her shoulders.

"Mother, what are you doing out there?" Luo Yingsong asked with his head stretched out.

"What can I do, cook for the two of you, no matter the chickens outside, I still hope to hatch a few more clutches of chicks in the coming year.

Zhou Helian picked up the peanuts that had been cooled and walked to the house.

Luo Shan smiled innocently, "And peanuts!

It's the New Year, it's really the New Year!" "Quick, go to the kang, eat!" Under

the dim light, a family of three gathered around the table.

Luo Shan took a sip of wine and pulled out a long note.

Luo Yingsong took a bite of chicken.

The flavor of the thick oil red sauce exploded in the mouth, and when you eat it with rice, you can get a fragrant word.

"Fragrant, mother, really fragrant!"

Zhou Helian ate two peanuts and said with a smile: "What is this, if there is a good seasoning, my mother can make this chicken taste stronger."

"Daughter-in-law, you also drink a little, before getting married, I didn't dare to dream of this day.

"Marrying such a beautiful daughter-in-law and giving birth to me a big son, my life is worth it."

Luo Shan can never be serious about Zhou Helian, and the expression on her face has always been simple.

He took a sip of wine and said:

"After getting married, I suffered you and didn't let you live a good life, but you used to live in a big courtyard, and there were maids to serve, and I wronged you." "