Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

Stick stem sat on the ground, crying more and more sadly.

"You wronged me! You wronged me!"

Qin Huairu felt a little apologetic in her heart, and stepped forward to pull up the stick, and patted the dust on his buttocks: "Good boy, this time it's my mother's fault, I wronged you. You are also a big boy, so don't make trouble Now, I have to go to school soon."

"No, I want to eat meat, and you promise to buy me a meal of meat." Stickong cried relentlessly.

Qin Huairu's expression turned cold when he saw that the stick was going to eat meat.

"Bang, be sensible. It's not a festival, how can you eat meat at will?"

After hearing this, Stickong cried even louder: "That silly uncle's house, there is a scent wafting out every day. Why can't I eat it several times a year?"

In the middle courtyard, Shazhu's and Jia's are the closest.

There is no airtight wall in the world, and the food next door is really delicious!

Qin Huairu sighed, lowered his voice and said, "Banggan, you know what's going on in our family, you should be sensible. There are so many people in the family, and mother only pays one wage. Hungry every day."

If it weren't for my hard work from the uncle in exchange for acupuncture points, I wouldn't even be able to live a family of five barely enough to eat.

Unexpectedly, the stick stem was still stubborn, and kept crying: "I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat."

Qin Huairu looked at the time, there has been such a commotion for a while, if she delays any longer, she will be late for work.

"Banggan, I don't have time to continue talking nonsense with you here, you hurry up and pack up and go to school."

After finishing speaking, Qin Huairu stopped talking about sticks, went into the house, took her bag and went to work.

Seeing that Qin Huairu had left, Jia Zhang walked up to Bang Geng: "Bang Geng, it's all right, don't cry."

The stick twitched and looked at Jia Zhang: "Grandma, I want to eat meat."

Seeing this, Mrs. Jia Zhang rolled her eyes: "Bang, you see, grandma's underwear has been bitten by rats, and she has to spend money to buy new ones. Your mother will have to pay for it. You must not be able to eat meat today." Yes, you can stop making trouble. It’s useless to make troubles during the day and make troubles at night, it’s useless!”

Seeing that Jia Zhang, who usually loves him the most, did not let go this time, Bang Jian knew that there was no hope.

So he wiped his tears, reluctantly went back to the house, and went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

Jiazhang cursed and went into her own room, "If I catch this damn rat, I will peel your skin and constrict your tendons."

After a while, people in the courtyard went to work one after another.

After noon.

The mouse, which had been hiding in the dark, ran to the bowl at Shazhu's door looking for the "scent" of the mouse medicine.

Seeing a delicious bowl in front of him, he buried his head in the bowl and gulped down the rat poison into his stomach.

After a while, the mouse felt a little dizzy.

Sanmao was strolling in the yard when suddenly a mouse jumped out from the wall of Shazhu's house.

Thinking of the master's order, he rushed forward, opened his mouth and bit the mouse's throat.

The mouse squeaked and screamed, and the sound was a bit miserable.

Jia Zhang at the opposite door heard movement outside, so he pushed the door out of the house.

I saw that Sanmao had already bit the mouse in his mouth.

Sanmao just wanted to continue tearing the mouse's throat with his teeth, when he suddenly found that the mouse twitched abnormally in his mouth for a few times and then stopped moving.

He opened his mouth to let the mouse go, smelled the mouse, and then wandered to the door of Sha Zhu's room to smell it.

I understand that this is because I took rat poison.

After thinking about it, I decided to wrap the mouse in a newspaper and throw it into the trash can.

So wagging his tail and turning his head, he walked in the direction of Lin Aijun's house.

Jia Zhang looked at the fat body of the mouse in front of him, rolled his eyes, and thought of a plan.

The mouse was bitten to death, and it had a lot of flesh on it.

During the famine a few years ago, it was not uncommon to eat mice in the countryside, and I have never heard of eating rat meat.

Wash the mouse, add more cooking wine, green onion and ginger, and braise it in soy sauce. It should be delicious.

It's just that I don't have the culinary skills of Sha Zhu, but this should be not bad according to the method of making braised pork.

So Jiazhang looked around and found no one, so he quickly picked up the broom and dustpan placed at the door, and swept the dead mice into the dustpan.

Then, he quickly turned around and went back to the house, closing the door with a bang.

When Sanmao came back with a newspaper in his mouth, he was dumbfounded to see that the place where the mouse corpse was lying just now was empty.

I sniffed it vigorously with my nose, and soon found out that it should be in Jia's house.

So he opened his mouth and yelled at the door of Jia's house a few times.

"Wangwangwang-!"

Sanmao didn't know Jia Zhang's plan, and for a moment didn't understand why she picked up the mouse's corpse.

After calling a few times, seeing that Jia Zhang's door was still closed, he followed her and went for a stroll.

After all, the mouse is dead, and it won't jump out to scare the two pregnant women at home. It's the same at Jia's house and in the trash can.

Jia Zhang inside the house heard Sanmao's call, and smiled triumphantly: "It's useless to call!"

Then, he went to the kitchen, found an old pot, and threw the dead rat into it.

After pouring the boiled water into the pot, the operation was as fierce as a tiger.

Quickly cut off the head and tail, and tidied up the mouse.

Then he used his best ability to make a delicious braised mouse, and I will give it to my grandson to eat first when he comes back from school.

There wasn't much rat meat in the first place, so Jia Zhang planned to eat it for herself and Bang Geng, and not keep it for Xiao Dang and Qin Huairu.

It's rare to open a dish without spending money.

This child was wronged and beaten in the morning, it's poor, let him eat more to make up for it.

In the afternoon, stick stem came back from school.

As soon as he entered the room, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Grandma, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

Mrs. Jia made a shush gesture: "Hush your voice, grandma has made some meat for you, you can eat it by yourself secretly, don't let Xiaodang hear."

After hearing this, Stickong was somewhat displeased: "Grandma, save a mouthful for the younger sisters?"

Mrs. Jia Zhang knew that the stick really hurt her sister, so she rolled her eyes and said, "Hey, this meat is not good for little girls to eat."

Seeing Mrs. Jia Zhang say this, Bang Jian didn't think much about it: "That's fine."

So, Bang Geng and Jia Zhang sat on the plate and ate up a plate of rat meat.

Sticking his mouth full of soy sauce, he couldn't get enough of it: "Milk, where did this meat come from? It feels very chewy and delicious! It's a bit different from the usual pork, isn't it?"

Jia Zhang glanced at Banggen, sipped the soy sauce on his hand: "Banggen, your mother doesn't know about this, so you can't tell, otherwise there won't be a next time."

Stick stem nodded obediently.

In the middle of the night, the stick in his sleep only felt more and more uncomfortable in his stomach.

He kept humming: "Mom, I hurt."