Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"My wife, let me go back to the room to clean up first."

"Well, let's go."

When Wen Ci passed by the kitchen, he glanced inside out of habit. The door was open. He didn't expect that everyone was there, so he ran away quickly.

Song Tingran stretched at the door of the main room, and Shi Yan walked out of the kitchen.

"My wife, my brothers were very obedient today. They got up later than usual and slept well. How about you?"

"Well, I'm pretty good too, but I'm hungry. What should I have for breakfast?"

Shi Yan smiled, just as Sang Cheng came out with steaming noodles, which made people appetite at the sight.

Song Tingran took the time to wash up. When she arrived at the dining room, breakfast and lunch had already been laid out.

Each person has a large bowl of noodle soup, served with four kinds of cold vegetables and pickles. The fresh taste of the noodle soup fills the entire dining room at once.

The family started to eat, and the rain outside seemed to lighten a little. By the time they finished eating, it actually stopped.

"It rained all night and finally it cleared up."

Song Tingran stood in the yard, breathing the fresh air. After the heavy rain, there was a special smell in the air, and she liked it very much.

There were still some bricks and stones left from the last renovation of the house. Xiao Yuchen and Sang Cheng were sorting them out and carrying them to the fields bit by bit.

"What are you doing?" Song Tingran asked doubtfully.

"Ah, has the rain stopped? I don't know if it will rain again. I thought that I should quickly build the heating room needed for the greenhouse. The remaining materials are almost enough."

"It's just rained heavily, and the roads in the fields are muddy, making it difficult to walk. It's better to wait for two more days."

This makes sense. Xiao Yuchen and Sang Cheng placed the materials they had sorted out in the inner courtyard, waiting for the sun to dry before going to work in the fields.

Song Tingran went to look at the sauerkraut and pickles. Now it seemed that the pickling quality was good, but the time had not come yet. She stared at the many duck eggs stored at home during this period and asked excitedly: "Anyone wants to join us?" Pickled salted duck eggs?”

"Have."

Qiao Jinshu was bored playing with Manfu in the yard. Now that there was a new activity, he was the first to run to Song Tingran's side with a look of anticipation on his face.

After hearing the news, the other husbands also came to the door of the kitchen one after another. Song Tingran looked around and finally set his sights on Chang Yuqiao.

"Whether you can successfully pickle these salted duck eggs depends on whether you are willing to bear the pain and give up."

Chang Yuqiao was surprised, thought for a while and said: "My wife, I don't know how to pickle salted duck eggs... If you need anything, just ask."

"Wine, preferably strong liquor."

"I'll go get it."

What did Chang Yuqiao think it was? He had plenty of wine. Shi Yan knew that he loved to drink, so he would buy some for him every time he bought daily necessities at home.

"Wen Ci, go boil a pot of hot water."

Song Tingran thought of being bullied in bed this morning, so he deliberately gave the cold order as a way to make up for her and save face.

"Yes."

Wen Ci secretly rejoiced in his heart. He liked the little secret tricks she had with his wife. On the surface, everything was calm and he went to the kitchen to boil water.

Wen Li glanced worriedly, wondering if his wife was dissatisfied with his brother, so he spoke coldly, became anxious, and followed the kitchen to find out what was going on.

Song Tingran took Sang Cheng, Qiao Jinshu, and Xiao Yuchen to clean the duck eggs in the outer courtyard. Shi Yan wanted to help, but the four of them refused and asked him to just wipe off the water stains from the cleaned duck eggs.

"My wife, the water is ready."

Wen Ci reported naturally. Song Tingran glanced at him and said, "Well, take these duck eggs to the kitchen."

The husbands all looked at each other strangely, but now was not a good time to talk. Wen Ci also gave them a reassuring look, indicating that there was no problem.

To the boiling water, Song Tingran added dried chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, bay leaves and a large amount of salt.

When they poured salt into the pot, the husbands were stunned. With so much salt, the soup must be very salty.

Qiao Jinshu stood behind and whispered: "I don't want to eat this salted duck egg..."

Sang Cheng looked at him and smiled, saying, "You have to believe my wife, every time she makes something weird, but every time it tastes delicious."

"Yeah."

Song Tingran took the chopsticks and kept stirring until all the salt inside melted.

"Wen Ci, go to the dining room and bring a jar over."

"Yes."

Wen Li was helpless. He still didn't understand why his brother offended his wife last night. When he heated the hot water just now, his brother didn't explain clearly.

Wen Ci came back soon. The jar was not heavy, and the nearly forty duck eggs were just right.

Song Tingran was actually a little shocked when she looked at the small jar of wine that Chang Yuqiao brought. She thought it wouldn't be enough, but she didn't expect it to be more than enough.

Pour the wine into the jar containing the duck eggs, about half way, and that's it.

The husbands were all surprised. It was unheard of to marinate duck eggs in wine.

"Master Wife, what's the use of these things cooked in this pot?" Wen Li asked.

"Well, wait for the cooked seasoning water to cool down, then add it to this jar, marinate it for about twenty days, and the salted duck eggs will be ready!"

Wen Li nodded, and Xiao Yuchen was silent for a long time. He felt sorry for the wine, the salt, and the duck eggs. He said, "These duck eggs are raw. Can they really be eaten?"

He finally got the idea, and Song Tingran replied: "The secret to pickling salted duck eggs is to pickle them raw. After the pickling is done, eat a few, then put them on the pot to steam for a while. That taste is delicious."

Xiao Yuchen caught the word steamed and nodded immediately, thinking that if that was the case, there would be no problem. If it were raw, he really wasn't used to it, but his wife mainly insisted on him eating it, and he could swallow it...

Now we just wait for the cooked seasoning water to cool down naturally. No one is hungry at noon, so we just don’t eat if we’re not hungry. There’s no need to say that we have to eat when the time is up.

Song Tingran had nothing to do, packing things in the heating room in the inner courtyard. There were neatly piled firewood in it, as if it had been specially trained for military training.

Wen Ci opened the door and entered, then locked the door of the heating room with his backhand. Song Tingran's heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was him.

"Master Wife, do you have any other instructions for Wen Ci to do?"

"No, you've worked hard too. Why don't you go to the room to catch up on some sleep?"

Wen Ci approached with a smile, and Song Tingran subconsciously took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the stage.

Song Tingran's heart: Why do I want to dodge? How come the feng shui has changed again, but there are two people in front of Wen Ciren and behind him? No, there are two people under the bed and under the bed. Please tell me, what is the ancient split personality disease? Cure?