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

"Master Wife, if you like it so much, let me take one and play with it in your room."

Xiao Yuchen's eyes were clear and transparent.

"No, you can go and deliver them to Changyuqiao. I'll wait for them to grow up before I play with them."

Shi Yan went to wash up.

Wen Li walked over with a large basin of fishy duck blood, his face solemn.

"My wife, you said before that if you kill a duck, you should keep all the duck blood, but what's the use of it? It smells bad in the kitchen."

Song Tingran covered her nose with her hands. The pure duck blood was indeed choking, and asked, "What did you do for breakfast?"

"Brother is making noodles. Chang Yuqiao said he still wants to eat noodles."

"That's just right. I'm going to make some duck blood noodles this morning. You guys can learn how to make it."

"Huh? Duck blood noodles?"

In the kitchen, Wen Ci had already rolled out the noodles and was just about to put them in the pot. Now he and his brother were each in a basin, stirring the fishy duck blood with chopsticks.

Song Tingran was burning firewood. When he saw Sang Cheng passing by the kitchen, he immediately stopped and asked him to watch the fire.

She watched as the duck blood was almost mixed, and asked Wen Ci and Wen Li to move the two pots of duck blood outside.

"Keep an eye on them and call me when they show signs of solidification."

Wen Ci and Wen Li hesitated slightly, nodded, and then looked at each other, guarding two pots of duck blood, like two wooden men.

Song Tingran chopped green onions and coriander, boiled a large pot of hot water, and cut some green vegetables to go with it.

The green vegetables in this greenhouse are growing one after another, but there is no shortage.

After a while, Wen Li ran in and said it looked like it had solidified. Song Tingran went out to take a look and found that it was almost done.

Take out a chopstick and draw horizontal bars first and then vertical bars on the duck blood. The duck blood looks like small pieces.

Shi Yan and Qiao Jinshu approached each other, and Shi Yan spit it out.

What else is there to do about duck blood? Let’s look at him first.

After drinking some water to calm down, Shi Yan felt much better. He rested in the dining room and did not dare to go to the kitchen.

Song Tingran still planned to continue making the duck blood noodles. If he still didn't like it after it was cooked, he would make another one for him.

In full view of everyone, Song Tingran poured the duck blood into the boiling water, then added ginger cubes and a small amount of wine to remove the smell.

Soon, the duck blood in the pot changed color, from the previous bright red to brown.

With a look of admiration on his face, Sang Cheng helped scoop out the cooked duck blood and cleaned the pot.

Song Tingran also enjoys this kind of moment. She cooks delicious food, and then her husbands watch around, exclaiming from time to time, and then her expression changes quickly, and she feels more and more accomplished as she cooks.

The hot oil in the pot was sizzling. Song Tingran added chopped green onions and minced garlic and stir-fried until fragrant, then added soy sauce and salt. When he was sure that the oil temperature had reached a peak, he poured out all the cooked duck blood in the pot. Add it and stir fry gently, otherwise it will all fall apart.

Song Tingran asked Wen Li to freeze the remaining pot of duck blood outside so that he could continue to eat it next time.

Ever since Wen Li said last time that he would never order him to work and couldn't find a sense of presence, Song Tingran would always call him for anything, and he was indeed a lot happier.

Stir the duck blood evenly and add the side dishes. Just as everyone was looking at it, a large basin of boiling water was poured into the pot.

Qiao Jinshu: "Huh? Why is it like hot pot base? Add water."

Xiao Yuchen: "I think the wife has her own reasons for doing this."

Song Tingran liked Xiao Yuchen's energy. Even if she said Manfu was a cat, he would still believe it.

When the pot boils again, add the noodles.

Everyone looked around the pot. Wen Ci scratched his forehead and said, "Hey, it seems that the fishy smell is gone."

Wen Li: "Brother, you are so slow to react. Is it because you are gone a long time ago?"

Wen Ci touched his head again. He had been slow to respond recently and his memory seemed to be poor.

When the duck blood noodles are cooked, add coriander and take it out of the pan.

This meal seemed simple, but he had been busy all morning. Shi Yan had already laid out the bowls and chopsticks in the dining room, prepared the chili oil that his wife loved to eat, and also peeled the garlic cloves that Xiao Yuchen loved to eat. alright.

Sang Cheng and Wen Ci went upstairs and helped Chang Yuqiao to the dining room.

"I'm really fine now. They don't let me do any work. They even help me go downstairs. I feel so ashamed of myself."

Song Tingran pointed to the duck blood noodles in front of him and said, "You have to pay close attention to it in the first three months. Try the duck blood noodles and see if you like it."

Chang Yuqiao only took one bite and felt a huge appetite. Ever since he was pregnant, he has loved eating all kinds of noodles, especially the new ones.

"Shi Yan, take a bite. If you don't like it, don't force it. I'll make you another one."

Shi Yan didn't want to vomit anymore. It was only after seeing so much duck blood and the stimulation of the smell that he reacted.

He first took a bite of the noodles, which were delicious, and then picked up a piece of duck blood. Before it entered his mouth, it fell into the bowl again. It was very slippery.

He tried again and took a small bite in his mouth. There was no smell at all, and it was even smooth and tender. He didn't know this thing could be eaten. Just now when no one was around, he was dreaming of a bowl of bright red duck blood. With noodles...

"My wife, this duck blood noodles is cooked and delicious."

"That's great, you can like it. This duck blood is also very nutritious. It's a big pot. Let's all eat more."

Song Tingran took a big spoonful of chili oil, and Shi Yan pushed the bowl with a smile. He learned this from Qiao Jinshu, and it was quite impressive.

Manfu suddenly ran out of the dining room and kept shouting at the door, as if someone was outside.

Song Tingran was speechless. He had only eaten a few bites of the noodles. Xiao Yuchen ate so quickly that half the bowl was gone. He got up and opened the door.

Then he ran back in a panic and opened the door to the dining room. Everyone looked at him instantly.

"My wife, I haven't seen anyone from this town. She said her name is Bai Wei. She's looking for you and... Changyuqiao."

The shopkeeper of the embroidery workshop, Bai Wei, is here?

Song Tingran told her husband not to worry about eating. She went to the gate and saw a carriage parked at the gate. Bai Wei was waiting alone at the gate.

"Oh, I finally found it. I asked a lot of people before I found it."

This person had already arrived at the door of the house. Song Tingran didn't stand here talking for a long time, so he invited the person in and took him to an unused room. There was an old table and a few stools in it.

Bai Wei didn't mind it and sat down directly.

"I'm so sorry. We are a farming family. The dining room has not been cleaned up. We can barely entertain here."

"It's okay, it's okay. Your house is really well built. There is no brazier in this house, and it's so warm."

Sang Cheng and Wen Ci knocked on the door and came in, served some refreshments, and left quickly, eager to go back to eat duck blood noodles.

Bai Wei took a sip and found out that the tea was not cheap, and with the huge yard of this family, it was probably not short of money. It was hard to say what she was saying.