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

It only took about half an hour to finish the work. Everyone put away the farm tools and felt a little tired.

Shi Yan: "Everyone, go and have a rest. I'll make breakfast."

Song Tingran and Wen Li were both halfway there, and no one else was tired, so they both joined in making breakfast.

"Let's do something quick. I'm really hungry. Working on an empty stomach makes me really hungry."

Song Tingran rummaged through the kitchen, and Shi Yan saw the dumplings frozen yesterday and decided to eat them.

Qiao Jinshu happened to come to get the bowls and chopsticks, and snatched the dumplings away with quick eyes and hands, looking at Shi Yan pitifully.

"Brother...can you stop eating the dumplings now? When I see them now, I feel sick in my stomach."

Song Tingran covered her mouth and laughed, and finally chose to eat meat soup and make noodles with her hands.

Heat oil in the pot, Shi Yan puts in the chopped green onion and minced garlic prepared in advance, and the aroma comes out with a sizzling sound.

Wen Li on the side saw that it was almost done, so he poured the washed rapeseed into the pot, and Shi Yan quickly stir-fried it. The two of them cooperated very well.

While they were doing it over there, Song Tingran started tinkering with the salted duck eggs that had been pickled before. Counting the days, it would be ready to eat a long time ago, and he almost forgot about it during this time.

Today's noodles were a perfect match, so she fished out eight of them from the jar of salted duck eggs.

"My wife, can this be eaten?" Wen Li asked as he poured soy sauce into the pot.

"Well, I think it's fine."

Opposite Shi Yan and Wen Li, Song Tingran took up another pot. It was very convenient to have firewood at hand. After a while, the water in the pot began to gurgling.

This salted duck egg is the best when steamed. It will lose its flavor if cooked. Song Tingran put her chopsticks in the pot. It was not long enough. She thought of a way. Although it was a bit unorthodox, it was delicious in order to make it taste better. , bit the bullet and went to find Wen Ci.

"Wen Ci, what are you doing?"

Wen Ci was folding clothes in the room. It was very obvious that he felt something was wrong.

"I'm... folding laundry."

"Oh, this dress looks good, um... I remember you have some nice sticks here, right?"

With that said, Song Tingran looked into the closet and saw that this size was just right.

"Well, yes, my wife, you..."

Song Tingran didn't pick them up because she knew Wen Ci liked these sticks very much, but Salted Duck Dan was really anxious. It was too late to go to the mountain and break a few sticks now. She really couldn't bear to break them in the fruit and vegetable garden.

"Wen Ci, do you want to eat salted duck eggs?"

"Is it marinated? I want to eat it. I have never eaten it before."

Wen Ci was eager, and Song Tingran continued to induce: "But the salted duck eggs are delicious only after they are steamed. You need to use your wooden stick to make a stand in the pot..."

"This...."

Wen Ci was obviously hesitant, but as quickly as possible, he took out all the wooden sticks in the closet and handed them to his wife.

Song Tingran chose two and felt happy.

"Are you willing?"

"Everything I have is given by my wife. Two sticks are nothing. There is no need to ask for my opinion next time. Just use them."

The two returned to the kitchen together. Song Tingran briefly cleaned the wooden stick and put it into the pot. Her eyes were like rulers, which could just support it inside. Then she placed the iron basin filled with salted duck eggs. The lid of the pot is fastened on the two wooden tubes.

"Wen Ci, don't worry, it won't be broken. At most, it's just wet. Let it dry outside."

"Master Wife, I'm not worried. I thought you were going to use it to light the fire..."

Wen Li knew how much his brother loved the stick, but it was far less than his love for his wife. If he were him, he would do everything he could to make her happy.

The meat soup hand-rolled noodles were almost cooked and could not fit in one large basin, so they were put into two. Shi Yan and Wen Li carried one basin in each and went to the dining room.

Wen Ci stayed by Song Tingran's side quietly, watching the steam rising from the pot.

Song Tingran opened the lid of the pot, looked at it, and pulled it casually with chopsticks.

"Wen Ci, do you think he's familiar with it?"

"I don't know, my wife, she looks almost familiar."

"You said it was cooked, start the pot."

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Song Tingran put the pot lid in his hand next to him, let off the heat in the pot, took out the salted duck eggs with a rag, and asked Wen Ci to get a knife, and the two of them returned to the dining room excitedly.

The freshly steamed salted duck eggs were still a little hot, but fortunately it was cold outside, so they were not so hot after a while.

I saw Song Tingran cutting a salted duck egg in the middle, and the remaining oil was stained on the surface of the knife. She quickly laid the salted duck egg flat on the table.

Qiao Jinshu stretched his body forward, stared at the yellow color of the duck egg, and pursed his lips.

"The egg white is a little salty, so don't eat too much. The yolk is the essence. It's 10,000 times more delicious than boiled duck eggs."

She naturally gave the first portion of the cut salted duck eggs to Shi Yan. He didn't feel embarrassed to eat it first. It wasn't until everyone had shared it that he picked out a little yolk with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Shi Yan doesn't like boiled duck eggs, but the taste of salted duck eggs is completely different. The yolk is milky and very flavorful. The egg white is perfect for eating with noodles or with porridge. If you taste it carefully, it has a richer texture than pickles.

One salted duck egg for each person, this was something that would have been unthinkable in the past.

Xiao Yuchen was so harsh that Chang Yuqiao also gave him half of the egg white that he couldn't eat. Because of the presence of salted duck eggs in this meal, everyone ate a lot more.

After eating, Qiao Jinshu held his waist and said with some regret: "Since I came back, I feel like I'm gaining weight every day. Wife, look at my waist, is it thicker?"

"It's not thick. You are growing. Besides, you have eaten too much. It will be digested in a while."

"Ok!"

Qiao Jinshu took a broom and started to clean the snow in the outer courtyard. When Song Tingran passed by the kitchen, he found Xiao Yuchen drinking water in the kitchen.

Cup after cup.

Song Tingran watched quietly at the door, wondering how he drank so much water in one go.

When Xiao Yuchen put down the water glass, he wiped his mouth with satisfaction, turned around and saw the person at the door.

"Um, Wife, would you like to drink some water too?"

"I don't drink water. Are you thirsty? The salted duck egg white is still a bit salty."

Xiao Yuchen scratched his head in embarrassment. He was indeed greedy, and the atmosphere was high at that time. It was the first time he ate it, so he didn't feel it was salty. After eating it, he felt his mouth was dry.

"Well, I ate too much."

"It's okay. If you like it, you can eat more egg yolks next time and just throw away the egg whites. Anyway, it was my own duck that laid them."

"How can that be done? It's such a waste."

thump.

A snowball hit Xiao Yuchen's waist. Qiao Jinshu still had a snowball in his hand and was retreating triumphantly.

This is a sneak attack.