Zhang Yanping tried to be as discreet as possible when releasing a string of farts, her belly was actually still full and bloated, but with her natural foodie instincts, she quickly responded enthusiastically when she heard Qiaoqiao calling out:
The people from Lao Song’s family could handle their spice pretty well. Qiaoqiao acknowledged with an "Oh" and finally picked up five or six green and red chili peppers from the vegetable basket.
In this season, only this type of sharp chili and Erjingtiao were growing particularly well. Moreover, the three chickens brought by Seventh Uncle were delivered from the town and were different from the home ingredients; it was less noticeable if made spicier.
"This spicy hand!" Aunt Lianhua doted on her limitlessly, just having peeled some chestnuts, she took the chili peppers from her hand:
"I’ll cut them, you go cook quickly, it’s getting dark already."
Seventh Uncle didn’t say much upon seeing this, just nodded: "Cook well, I’ll go and stir-fry a few more dishes."
Qiaoqiao was full of confidence, smiling sweetly at Seventh Grandma in front of the stove: "Keep the heat low."
The wood burning in the stove quickly had two pieces removed, noticeably reducing the flame. Qiaoqiao put the peeled chestnuts into the pot, drizzled a bit of oil, and slowly stirred them twice, soon frying them to a rich aroma.
"Kids, you must use low heat! Seventh Uncle said that frying them first will make the dish tastier later."
As for the reasoning, he had forgotten.
Just as he was about to put more fire under the chestnuts, he saw Master Jiang come over: "Qiaoqiao, come here to cook, leave this low-heat stove to me."
Theoretically, chestnut chicken should have plenty of sauce, and a ring of dough-stuffed biscuits around the pot would be a perfect match!
However, the flour at home was just ordinary, and once Seventh Uncle made rice cakes before, everyone agreed after tasting—
Don’t be so rigid in cooking!
Press down the rice cakes, gently roast them over low heat, soak them in chicken soup later...
Master Jiang had just taken the cooked rice from the afternoon, shaped it into balls, pressed them slightly, creating a thick triangular shape.
Even though the rice was cold, one could still faintly smell its aroma. Shortly, the outer layer would be roasted crispy and the inner layer hot and soft. Then stick it to the side of the pot, soaking up the spicy and hot soup...
I dare not think about it anymore—I’d drool!
Master Jiang, careful and full of anticipation, didn’t want to waste a single grain of rice.
Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao had already started stir-frying the chicken pieces successfully. Only when the chestnuts were added did he nod:
"Kids, in a bit we’ll add more water to boil it, and in the end, we can save some chicken soup to soak the rice cakes. And it’s done!"
"Did everyone learn it?"
[— Don’t close it! Don’t turn off the live stream!]
[Ah, ah, ah, the food show is over, but my takeaway hasn’t arrived yet, what should I do?]
[Holding my instant noodles, they taste bland, even a bit nauseous.]
[Wuwu, teacher, I’ve learned, will you leave me a pound of chestnuts to use for homework?]
[I’m a poor student, I’m applying for two portions of error allowance for chestnuts!]
[It’s not completely dark yet, don’t even dream!]
[Eat some peanuts? Dare to eat , it’s delusive.]
While everyone was chattering, Qiaoqiao finally stirred the chicken pieces once more, then covered the pot.
"Alright! We’ll stick the pancakes later. Kids, class dismissed!"
The live stream was ruthlessly turned off while the rich aroma spread from the kitchen, making everyone in the yard restless, pacing back and forth.
Meanwhile, Song Youde kept walking around and suddenly asked Wang Lifan: "Are those chestnuts dried yet? Shall we take them out to dry more tomorrow?"
Initially, he was drying them stealthily in his old house, after all, it was meant for his eldest son, and he didn’t want Tantan and the others to know.
After the chestnuts were dried to a crisp, while hard to bite, soaking them to make soup was still excellent. The couple had picked about ten pounds in a cloth bag—
No other way, the ground was initially clean, and it was only with difficulty that they found some leftovers, with the squirrels running so fast!
Song Youde managed to gather this much, half by outwitting the squirrels who were bolder and faster, the other half depended on those chestnuts from the tree that ripened later.
Regardless of how difficult it was to obtain them, now that they planned to give them to Damei, the old couple could openly bring them out to dry.
Thus, as Song Youde suggested, Wang Lifan also nodded: "Okay! It rained a lot recently, I was worried about the damp."
While chatting briefly, by the time Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping had packed up today’s prepared bait, dinner was finally served!