Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

The bamboo tube is used to blow up the duck skin. Insert the hollowed-out bamboo tube the size of a thick milk tea straw into the duck skin on the duck's neck. Hold the hole in the middle of the duck's neck with your palm and blow hard with your mouth——

The whole duck was blown up, and the mouth was quickly sealed with a rope.

The steps are not troublesome, but the failure rate is extremely high, and the air will leak out if you are not careful.

Mu Xi failed twice, and with the strong aroma filling his nose, his mind was no longer on it.

After Zhao Yeqing made the noodles, she also added a soft-boiled egg to her bowl of noodles. This was her favorite way to eat the noodles, which were already fragrant. After eating half of the noodles, she would coat them with rich... yolk...

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Yeqing felt that his noodles were probably undercooked.

Mu Xi's favorite food is a little different from hers. After the weather has become cold recently, he especially likes to eat spicy food. When pouring oil on his bowl, he added a spoonful of fine chili powder and stirred it evenly. The spicy noodles are tightly wrapped in lard and soy sauce.

The lard residue was also mixed into the noodles. I was about to ask Mu Xi to come and eat the noodles quickly, lest the lard residue softened and became less crispy.

Before he shouted, Mu Xi walked in spontaneously,

"What are you doing? It smells so good."

He hadn't cooked the duck yet, so he planned to eat some noodles before going to avoid getting upset. Zhao Yeqing had given him a great appetite over the years, and everything he ate tasted delicious.

In addition, the two of them had been eating soup and water during this period, and it was rare for them to eat such a rich meal. After sitting down, they ate without saying a word and ate cleanly.

It was indeed undercooked.

Zhao Yeqing filled two bowls of vegetable soup. There were many vegetable leaves in it, which could relieve the fatigue.

After eating a large bowl, I was finally satisfied.

This Chinese cabbage is grown in the basement, and it is the one that matures the fastest.

It can’t be said to be the fastest, but it’s still not as fast as Leek.

When thinking of leeks, Zhao Yeqing likes to eat leek boxes and dumplings, cut into small pieces or minced.

You won't feel your teeth are clogged when you eat it, otherwise you would have to pick your teeth and chew them all the time to eat a leek.

It's not okay not to eat. He grows too fast and gets old if he doesn't eat, but he has to plant. If he wants to eat but can't, Zhao Yeqing will have to scratch his head and feel uncomfortable.

So during this period, Zhao Yeqing cut off the old leeks and fed them to the sheep. They were quite happy to eat.

The grass on the meadow is gradually turning yellow, and it is estimated that there will not be many days left for grazing.

The two of them had already filled up the silage cellar before winter, and the hay house was mostly filled, so there would be no problem in surviving this winter.

Today I have to go feed the cow. The cow at home has given birth to her third child this year. According to the frequency of cow births, three births after so many years is not too much, but Zhao Yeqing feels sorry for her. Before Every time before giving birth, the freshest grass is prepared for it.

There is little fresh grass in this season, so she feeds corn kernels to the cows and mixes them with hay.

Farming cannot be done in winter, and most of the fermentation shed is already occupied by manure. Zhao Yeqing got a few large baskets and spread them on the grain fields outside to let the fertilizer gradually penetrate. There will be no need to spread a lot of manure before planting again next year. Just apply a shallow layer after sowing.

Before winter came, the lotus leaves in the lotus pond began to wither. While they were still fresh, Zhao Yeqing picked them all and dried them to make lotus leaf tea. Before, the weather was hot and lotus leaf tea could only be drunk in cold brew.

It has been very cold in the morning and evening recently. I brewed a small pot of hot tea. When I came in from outside after working hard, my nose, which was red from the cold, kept sniffing. After a cup of hot tea, I felt relieved after a while.

But when Mu Xi was so engrossed in working outside, he would forget to add clothes, and would take off his coat when it got hot, and the cold wind would dry the sweat. Counting from the time he finished eating the noodles, it was only three hours. I actually caught a cold immediately.

When Zhao Yeqing saw him sniffing and sneezing when he came in, he thought he had rhinitis. Unexpectedly, a person who had never been sick for ten thousand years caught a cold due to a small breeze.

Mu Xi drank the ginger soup that Zhao Yeqing cooked for him and felt a little guilty: "I didn't expect that it was so hot near the roast duck stove that I had to hold the duck and stretch it into the stove. I was afraid that my sleeves would be burned by the fire, so I Just take off your coat."

The weather is cool in the morning and evening, and it can still reach 15 or 16 degrees Celsius at noon, which is not very cold. Mu Xi has a high body temperature and only wears a short-sleeved shirt under his thick coat. How can he not get sick while working like this.

Zhao Yeqing didn't give him a good look, so he could only find a topic by himself: "It's just a small cold... My rhinitis has not recurred in the third year since I came back."

It is true that Mu Xi did not have rhinitis before. It should be said that the two of them had not seen many people with rhinitis since they were children. When Zhao Yeqing went to the city, he found that most of the children who grew up in the city had rhinitis.

Zhao Yeqing even suspected that they were sick because of the good environment in the mountains where he grew up. Mu Xi had not gotten sick again in the few years since he came back.

Mu Xi himself was sick, but he didn't say anything about it in a hurry. Instead, he began to worry about Zhao Yeqing.

"I'll sleep on the first floor tonight. I'll move back when I get better. You must pay attention. You haven't been sick this year."

Mu Xi had a basis for saying this. Zhao Yeqing would have a fever once a year. According to hearsay in the past, having a fever every day was to cleanse the virus from the body. I don't know whether it was true or not.

Mu Xi was skeptical about this statement, and thought it would be best if he could not get sick. Zhao Yeqing had not been sick this year, and Mu Xi was even more nervous, fearing that he would infect Zhao Yeqing.

Zhao Yeqing made a homemade mask and didn't let him go out to be exposed to the cold wind. When it was time for the roast duck to come out of the oven, he put on thick gloves and went to the stove to use a hook to take out the roast duck hanging on the wire.

Unexpectedly, it still failed.

But this time it is better than before. The roasted duck skin is slightly bulging, and you can feel a little crispy shell when you press it with your hand. After adjusting it, it should be successful next time.

This food is too irritating. It seems that I can't eat it tonight. Mu Xi is sick and Zhao Yeqing has no appetite, so he chops the roast duck into pieces and puts it in the refrigerator. He plans to wait until Mu Xi recovers to make it into Sichuan Province. Roast Duck.

Using hot pot base ingredients and marinade to make the soup base is delicious just thinking about it.

You can only eat light food for dinner, lest the inflammation rises and the fever cannot go away. Zhao Yeqing cooked a pot of porridge with green vegetables and minced meat, added some shredded ginger, and after cooking, poured in a little cold boiled water, and the temperature changed from scalding to scalding. It was delicious. Mu Xi drank two large bowls. The warm porridge slowly warmed his stomach, and his body immediately felt lighter.

Before going to bed, the two were still arguing about how to sleep.

It was impossible for Zhao Yeqing to let a sick person pave the floor downstairs. According to the old man, sleeping next to the floor would make the illness worse.

In the end, Mu Xi couldn't compete with her, so he moved two or three large quilts to the first floor of the brick house before going to bed, and spread the floor very thickly for Zhao Yeqing to sleep on.