Killing chickens is still a bit new to Zhao Yuanle. She has never killed a living person before, even when she was in college.

He Ju hung the chicken upside down and let Zhao Yuanle hold the chicken legs. She held a kitchen knife in her hand, buried the chicken's head in its neck with her other hand, and pulled the hair on the chicken's neck.

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With one stroke of the knife, Zhao Yuanle felt the rooster's struggle and tried hard to catch the rooster.

He Ju brought in the bowl with salt and water, caught the chicken's blood, and when the cock stopped struggling, asked Zhao Yuanle to let go of the chicken's paws.

At this time, the water on the stove had not yet boiled, so He Ju went to dig radishes and pickled peppers where the kimchi jar was.

By the time He Ju's side dishes are cut, Zhao Yuanle's hot water has been boiled.

As soon as Zhao Yuanlan came in and sat by the fire, He Ju asked him to pull straw from the haystack.

Zhao Yuanle added two large pieces of wood to the kitchen hall, and followed him out curiously to see how He Ju killed the chicken.

There was boiling hot water poured into a large basin in the yard, and Zhao Sancheng had already gone over to help He Ju pull out the chicken feathers.

Zhao Dacheng also wanted to help, but was driven away by Zhao Sancheng.

He Ju smiled and said: "Brother, please don't come over with this hand. I'll boil it for you later."

Zhao Yuanle saw the calloused and rough hands of He Ju and Zhao Sancheng and marveled at their endurance.

The water is so hot that I can pull my hair out with my hands. It's really powerful.

I wonder if it would be the same if her skin were as thick as pig skin.

Zhao Yuantong ran over and clapped his hands around the wooden basin.

"Eat chicken, eat chicken."

He Ju looked at Zhao Yuantong with a smile on his face and said, "Give us some chicken drumsticks."

Zhao Yuantong was so happy that he ran even more happily.

Zhao Yuanlan stood next to Zhao Yuanle and whispered: "I want to eat chicken legs too."

Zhao Yuanle: "I want to eat cockscombs."

Zhao Yuanlan glanced at Zhao Yuanle as if he had seen a ghost.

"Why do you want to eat cockscombs?"

Zhao Yuanle: "If you don't believe it, try it today. It must be delicious."

Zhao Yuanlan shook his head crazily: "That's for men to drink and eat, we girls can't eat it.

You're so lost in thought that you want to eat cockscombs."

Zhao Yuanle patted Zhao Yuanlan on the head.

"You'll know when you eat it." It will be really fragrant by then.

Zhao Yuanle thought she was quite lucky. When she came to a place like this, she could even eat chicken, and her living standard was very high. It seemed that the pig god was okay and didn't cheat her too much.

After watching for a while, Zhao Yuanle remembered the stove fire and went back to the kitchen to light the fire.

Not long after, Zhao Yuanlan came in again, holding a small stool and sitting next to Zhao Yuanle.

"Second sister, are the cockscombs delicious?"

Zhao Yuanle: "We will eat later, I promise it will be delicious."

Zhao Yuanlan: "When did you eat it?"

Zhao Yuanle smiled: "I won't tell you."

Zhao Yuanlan hummed.

"Who knows?"

As the sun sets in the west, Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Yuanlan are by the fire, and they can vaguely hear the excitement of killing cattle over there.

Zhao Yuanlan found a glutinous rice cake from somewhere and placed it on the tongs to bake.

"Second sister, do you dare to eat that insane cow?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

"I dare."

What doesn't she dare to do? She must be brave enough to experience life in this world!

Zhao Yuanlan rolled her eyes at Zhao Yuanle.

"You really dare to eat anything, and you don't want to gain weight."

Zhao Yuanle: "You look like a dried cowpea, do you have the nerve to accuse me?"

Zhao Yuanlan snorted proudly.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the flames dancing in the stove, and felt a strong sense of novelty in his heart.

He Ju quickly took care of the cock and cut the chicken in half with a large kitchen knife.

Put some mushrooms into half of the soup and feed it to Zhao Yuantong's father, and the other half was stir-fried with pickled radish.

He Ju: "Lan Lan, wash the rape tips inside the bamboo basket. It will be delicious later."

Zhao Yuanlan gave Zhao Yuanle half of the baked glutinous rice cake and ran out to wash vegetables.

He Ju's voice came from outside.

"You are a good eater, but you stole rice cakes to eat. The second time I locked up all the rice cakes to see if you stole them again."

Zhao Yuanlan: "Second sister also ate it."

Zhao Yuanle looked at half of the glutinous rice cakes in his hand, and the excitement he felt just now quickly disappeared.

Good guy, this girl just wants to find an accomplice.

He Ju went into the kitchen, put the iron pot on the fire, and took down a dusty oil bottle from the top of the cupboard.

Zhao Yuanle watched He Ju open it very carefully, and after the pot was dry, he poured some oil into it.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but said: "Pour more."

He Ju glared at Zhao Yuanle.

"After pouring so much, there is still some chicken fat here. If you eat so much oil, you will eat air when the time comes."

Zhao Yuanle stuck out his tongue.

This is very different from the wide oil she used to watch food videos.

On the bright red flames, the rapeseed oil in the iron pot soon emitted a special fragrance.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but take two more puffs.

She thought the oil was really fragrant, much more fragrant than any oil she had ever smelled in the kitchen before.

With a click, He Ju threw the chicken fat in. When the chicken fat melted, she poured the chopped chicken in.

The aroma of grease and meat skin jumped into Zhao Yuanle's nose and floated out from the kitchen. Outside, Zhao Yuanlan ran in smelling the smell and squatted beside the pot with her eyes almost falling in.

He Ju took the spatula and kicked Zhao Yuanlan away.

"What do you look like? I've never tasted that kind of virtue in my life. Move away, you won't stop me from cooking."

Zhao Yuanlan stuck out his tongue.

"The last time I ate meat was during the Chinese New Year."

He Ju gave Zhao Yuanlan a look of disgust.

"You count these and look at other people's houses. How many of you still have food to eat every day? When you go to the county, your uncle will buy you less snacks to eat?

You're still greedy, as if I've never given you anything to eat."

Zhao Yuanlan squatted on Zhao Yuanle's side. In the firelight, Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Yuanlan's faces turned red, and they stared at He Ju's movements intently.

When the chicken is fried until golden brown, add a handful of chili and garlic, add a few peppercorns, add a ladle of water and cover the pot.

The chicken inside began to sing in a muffled voice. He Ju took the round tripod pot and filled it with water, the wild mushrooms found on the mountain before, and some nourishing Chinese medicine that he usually collected at home. He threw the chicken in and grabbed it from the paper bag.

Put a few wolfberries in and close the lid.

Let the chicken soup simmer slowly later.

Zhao Yuanlan: "Mom, do you think Mr. Wang is going to give us beef?"

He Ju took a rest and wiped her hands on her waist.

"It would be best if he gives you some bones, which can be boiled into oil or stewed for your second uncle to drink soup."

Zhao Yuanle also said: "Actually, it's best to get money."

He Ju sighed.

"Forget it, Old Man Wang is also a sinner. His son died early, and the dog's mother ran away again. He can just give him some bones. Our house is too embarrassed to ask for his money."

Zhao Yuanle: "I was just joking."

She doesn't really want money either.

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