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She placed the basket and the tray next to the table and crouched down to look at the little guy, stroking its flat belly, “You must be hungry.”
“Woo woo…” It couldn’t speak, only whine.
After she took it out of the basket yesterday, she picked up some dried grass from the woodpile, layered it about two fingers thick, placed it in the corner of the secondary bedroom, and covered it with a piece of unwanted cloth to create a simple nest for the dog.
Perhaps it was injured, and tired as well.
When she threw it into the nest, it slept there ever since.
Just now, it unexpectedly went to the riverbank to meet her. It must have smelled her scent and followed it there.
Yesterday, she even took the time to cook a small bowl of rice soup and placed it by the dog’s nest. When she went to the secondary bedroom, she discovered that the bowl of rice soup was already empty.
She took the empty bowl back to the kitchen and glanced at the little bastard dog following her in and out, “So, you liked the rice soup, huh? I’ll cook a bigger bowl for you.”
She quickly stoked the stove fire, first cooking a bowl of rice soup for the little bastard, then immediately cooking breakfast.
While the rice was cooking on the stove, she immediately started to process a basket of fern. Before, she had already washed the dirt and fuzz off the surface of the ferns in the river. When cutting the fern, she also removed the blackened parts at the end.
Once the rice soup for the little bastard had cooled, she placed the bowl on the ground and called out, “Little Bastard, you can eat now, it won’t be too hot.”
The little bastard seemed to understand it was for him, raised its small dog head, and gratefully whimpered before slurping up the lukewarm brown rice soup.
There were two large pots on the stove, one for cooking rice and the other for boiling water. She poured the fern into the boiling water and blanched them for two to three minutes, then soaked them in cold water for about an hour. After tasting it, the bitterness of the fern was basically gone.
She cut all of the ferns into segments, then chopped up a large amount of ginger. She shredded carrots and cut garlic sprouts as well.
After heating up the oil in the pan, she stir-fried the garlic, carrots, and ginger together for about three minutes, added the fern segments and stir-fried over high heat for another five minutes, and added salt to taste.
A pan of fragrant and delicious stir-fried fern was ready. She tried a bite with her chopsticks—it wasn’t an exceptional dish, but it tasted very good.
She served the cooked breakfast, along with two bowls of stir-fried fern, and brought them to the master bedroom’s table, saying, “Today’s breakfast will be stir-fried fern with brown rice.”
She handed chopsticks to the fourth brother, “Fourth Brother, try it and see if it’s good or not?”
The reason she handed him the chopsticks first was that although his legs were inconvenient, it didn’t affect his upper body’s movements. Judging by
Fourth Brother’s complexion, his body probably didn’t feel any pain anymore.
The second and third brothers were unable to move due to their lack of strength, and she didn’t have time to feed them either.
Xiao Qinghe moved to sit next to the table, picked up a piece with his chopsticks and tasted it, then praised, “The fern is smooth and tender, with a pure and savory taste, absolutely no bitterness at all, it’s very delicious.”
“Do you think the stir-fried fern will sell?”
“There will be people willing to buy it,” he agreed.
The gazes of the three men fell on the little bastard dog beside Su Qingyue’s feet. Xiao Yuchuan exclaimed, “Wife, where did you get this little dog? When I saw it running across the yard earlier, I thought it was a big rat…”
Xiao Qinghe’s clear gaze also looked at the little dog, “I thought it was a dog from someone else’s house playing in our yard.”
Su Qingyue picked up the little bastard dog and teased it with her finger, “I found this little milk dog in the mountains yesterday..”