Reborn: Still want me to be the receiver? impossible

"How do you know about Beijing Roast Duck?" Shu Zhiqiang put down the kettle and looked at his sister next to him in surprise.

Her sister has only been to the city a few times, so knowing the capital is already rare.

But she actually knew the famous dishes in the capital, and she asked herself if she could cook them?

Outrageous! Off the charts!

Shu Zhixuan rolled her eyes and chuckled, "I heard what Teacher Xiao said."

“She had eaten Beijing roast duck when she was studying, and when she described the taste, I was so greedy;

I know my eldest brother is omnipotent, so I came to ask you if you know how to cook this dish. "

This little guy, I don’t know where he learned his glib tongue?

Shu Zhiqiang discovered for the first time that he didn't understand his sister at all.

With such a lively and clever character, how far did he have to be bullied in his previous life before he committed suicide?

In the final analysis, it was my lack of care for my sister that caused the regrets in the previous life.

"Brother, do you know how to do it?" Seeing Shu Zhiqiang lost in thought, Shu Zhixuan quickly urged.

"Originally I didn't know how to cook it, but as long as my sister wants to eat it, I have to know how to cook it."

Shu Zhiqiang suddenly came back to his senses, reached out and rubbed his sister's hair and smiled.

He doesn't know how to cook authentic Beijing roast duck, but he has learned how to cook Cantonese roast duck.

It happened that he bought a lot of spices today, so he could make roast duck for a while.

So he handed Shu Zhixuan five yuan and asked her to buy a duck from Grandma Mei.

Since the village divided the fields and abolished the work-point system, and the villagers raised their own crops, many people in the village raised chickens, ducks and pigs.

Grandma Mei is an old man in the village. She also has chickens and ducks at home. Since she wants to buy them, Shu Zhiqiang naturally has to take care of them.

"Brother, my parents won't beat me with a pimp, right?"

Shu Zhixuan was originally happy to hear that her eldest brother could cook Beijing roast duck, but when she saw the five yuan handed over by the other party, she became worried again.

She used to be afraid of being beaten for spending a few cents, but now she dared to ask for such luxury items as chickens and ducks.

If her parents knew about it, they would definitely beat her up with a pimp!

"Don't worry, they won't beat you, and our family doesn't lack the ten or eight yuan;

And if you look at me, my eldest brother, if I don’t buy more than ten yuan worth of supplies every day, my parents will have nothing to say. "

Shu Zhiqiang rubbed Shu Zhixuan's hair and said with loving eyes: "Xuanxuan, my brother makes money just to make you live a good life."

"It's just a duck, you don't have to be mentally burdened..."

"Okay, then I'm going to buy ducks!" Before the eldest brother could finish speaking, Shu Zhixuan turned around and ran out.

Shu Zhiqiang shook his head and smiled bitterly, secretly thinking that children's emotions change so quickly.

He originally wanted to go to Dangshang to cut some bamboo and make a fish basket, but now it seems that cooking is more reliable.

There is still an acre of rice to be harvested at home, and now I can only work hard for my parents and Zhiguo.

Go cook a meal for your family!

Shu Zhiqiang smiled slightly, turned around and walked into the backyard.

He first put the iron pot on the small iron stove, then filled it with water and covered the pot with a lid.

Then he brought over some dried stick stems (straws) and pulled out a match from the match box.

"Pull!" The match was lit instantly, and Shu Zhiqiang quickly lit the stem of the stick.

Place the lit stick stem under the iron pot, and then press a few dry firewood on it.

In order to prevent the fire from extinguishing before lighting the dry wood, he took a handful of stick stems and put them on top to cover the dry wood.

After doing this, he turned around and fished out a mandarin fish weighing more than a pound in the fish basin.

His father said he wanted to eat mandarin fish the night before yesterday, but yesterday he ate meat and bones in winter melon soup.

It just so happened that he didn't buy any food today, so he just made braised mandarin fish for his family.

This thing is not cheap. The price of selling one piece can buy two or three kilograms of pork, and the nutritional value is also very high.

Shu Zhiqiang pinched the lower part of the mandarin fish's head and at the same time pressed the opponent's back spine.

This thing has spines all over its back. If it gets pricked, it will swell and hurt for several hours.

After holding Mandarin Fish down, he suddenly fell to the ground.

"Bang!!" The mandarin fish had a violent impact with the ground, struggled hard for two times and then stopped moving.

This kind of fish doesn't look like a phoenix, but in fact it does exist, but it's just very small.

Shu Zhiqiang took the knife and fish, walked to the river outside the backyard door, and began to disembowel the mandarin fish.

In the 1980s, not everyone in Shujia Village had a well, and some only had a public well in the center of the village.

Outside the backyard of Shu Zhiqiang's home is a hill, and dew and mountain springs flow down the rocks.

This water is actually not very clean, but Shu Zhiqiang’s family uses it to wash vegetables.

Even the boiled water we drink at home uses this mountain spring water.

After cutting off the fish scales on the surface with a knife, he performed a caesarean section on the other party.

It’s just that there are no children in the fish’s belly, only some internal organs.

After he finished processing the fish, the firewood under the iron stove was burning.

"Brother! I'm back!!"

Shu Zhixuan's excited voice came from outside, and then she was seen running into the backyard with a duck in her right hand.

"Quick, quick...I can't catch it anymore!!"

Shu Zhiqiang's expression changed and he quickly stepped forward to take the duck from her hand.

Is this Grandma Mei too perfunctory? Sold to an eight-year-old child, the duck's feet are not tied with a rope.

“Brother, Grandma Mei Shun’s duck weighs three catties and two taels in total, so let’s count it as one pound and three one catty;

This is the eighty-four cents she gave me in change. Please take it. "

After Shu Zhixuan's hands were freed, she panted and took out a handful of change from her pocket and handed it to Shu Zhiqiang.

"Xuanxuan, bring a bowl." After Shu Zhiqiang reached out to take the money, he asked the other party to help him get a bowl to hold the duck blood.

The two siblings came outside the backyard together. Shu Zhiqiang pinched the duck's wings and neck, and asked her sister to help lift the duck's feet.

Shu Zhixuan quickly placed the bowl under the duck's neck, then stretched out her hands to hold the duck's feet and turned it upside down.

"Quack quack..."

The duck seemed to know what it was about to face, and began to struggle and shout fiercely.

Shu Zhiqiang ignored it, reached out and plucked some feathers from the duck's neck, and then handed over the blade.

Just as he was about to cut off the blood vessels in the opponent's neck, there was a sound of chanting beside him.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Shu Zhiqiang was stunned and turned to look at Shu Zhixuan who kept mumbling with his eyes closed: "What are you doing?"

How can this girl get so crazy after killing a duck?

"Ah?" Shu Zhixuan opened her eyes in confusion, looked at Shu Zhiqiang and said, "What are you doing?"

“I see the grandparents in the village saying this when they kill chickens and ducks during the Chinese New Year;

I thought it was some kind of ritual before killing someone. Isn’t it necessary? "

Uh……

Shu Zhiqiang shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "No need, those people are just hypocritical."