The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling was dumbfounded when Ma Xiaoping said that the chicken was sent by Wei Yijia: "Why did you give us such a good chicken?"

You know, these days a chicken can lay eggs every day, but it's a farmer's baby bump.

"It is said that two of their chickens seem to be suffering from chicken plague, and they look like they are about to die. Their family can't eat enough, so they send them to us." Ma Xiaoping joked, "Supplementary nutrition for you, a college student."

An old hen with its legs and wings bound by straw curled up in a corner, looking sick and listless.

In this kind of material-poor environment, let alone sick chickens, even dead chickens are reluctant to be wasted.

Rong Ling was a little worried. She asked the system: "Is this chicken safe to eat?"

"Don't worry about the host." The system gave an affirmative answer, "This chicken is just mentally ill, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Only then did Rong Ling feel relieved, and immediately thought that she could eat meat, so she hurriedly sat down in front of the stove and helped Ma Xiaoping boil water.

Of course she didn't know, and the system also quietly let out a sigh of relief—it finally helped Master Feng hide it.

The water boiled quickly. Ma Xiaoping swiftly carried the chicken to the yard outside. Accompanied by the sound of clucking and flapping wings, the hen shrieked shrilly and remained motionless under her hands.

In the afterglow of autumn, Ma Xiaoping scalded the killed chicken in boiling water and began to pluck the hair.

Of course, Rong Ling was not idle at this time. She went to the field in front of her house and picked a large number of long-pointed green peppers, washed them with a basin of well water, and finally cut the green peppers into shreds according to Ma Xiaoping's instructions.

After Rong Ling finished the job, Ma Xiaoping also picked off the feathers of the chicken. She picked up a big knife, thumped a few times, butchered the whole chicken into small chicken pieces, and then put the chicken pieces into a basin with green onions. Pickled with ginger pepper, fennel, chili, salt and cooking wine.

While marinating the chicken, just wash the rice for cooking.

After more than half an hour, the rice bowl was ready, and Ma Xiaoping poured oil into the frying pan, and poured the marinated chicken pieces into the pan.

There was a splash, oil sprayed everywhere, and Rong Ling seemed to smell the aroma of chicken.

The chicken kept stirring, adding shredded green peppers in the middle, which made Rong Ling sneeze non-stop, but couldn't help smelling the tempting aroma.

Stir-fry to taste and then add water to cook for a while, and a pot of hot spicy fried chicken is ready.

Rong Ling was helping at the stove, and she got the most out of the water, so she hurriedly picked up a piece of chicken thigh with her chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hmm..." Rong Ling was so hot that she couldn't speak, she just felt the spiciness explode on the tip of her tongue, and she praised indistinctly, "It's delicious!"

It was so delicious, just with spicy chicken, even though it was so hot that he couldn't stop drinking water, the tip of his nose started to sweat, Rong Ling also felt that he could eat three bowls of rice.

It's just that the current family conditions do not allow her to eat so much rice in one meal.

After eating, sitting in front of the threshold with the breeze blowing, Rong Ling comfortably rubbed his rare round belly.

Ma Xiaoping, who had just fed the pigs, came back with a bucket of pig food: "Look at you, you are so stupid. When you are successful in your studies, you can eat whatever you want every day."

After being reminded by her, Rong Ling remembered that he had some serious business and almost forgot.

She wrote a total of three manuscripts at school this week, but Rong Ling still didn't know which magazines she should submit to.

Wei Yijia went to college, and the third grandmother is a retired teacher. They should have a lot of magazines at home.

It's just that the sky is dark now, and the river of stars is spinning in the crow-blue silky sky. Rong Ling yawned and decided to ask again tomorrow.

Rong Ling got up early the next day, and the family went to the field to cut rice first.

In the afternoon when the sun rises, the weather is too hot to continue working.

Rong Ling, who was sweating and covered with rice ears, took a basin of cold water, took a bath and changed his clothes before going to Third Grandma's house.

The third grandma was taking a nap. Wei Yijia, who was sitting in front of the door reading a book, saw Rong Ling coming and put down the book in her hand.

"What's the matter?" she asked in a low voice.

Rong Ling scratched her head, a little embarrassed to talk about her writing, but it was impossible not to. She still hesitated to explain her reason for coming.

Wei Yijia seemed to smile, and led Rong Ling into the house.

In the rural house with earthen walls that hadn't been powered on, it wasn't very bright even at noon in summer, and there were some potholes on the ground. Rong Ling walked behind, and one of them didn't pay attention, and staggered and bumped into Wei Yijia's back.

Unlike the peasants who smelled of sweat, her white shirt smelled of clean soap.

Wei Yijia turned around and helped her steady: "Be careful..."

After Rong Ling stood firm, he was dazed for a moment.

For some reason, Wei Yijia's neutral tone reminded Rong Ling of a familiar person. In the previous world, when he made a mistake, Feng Xihui would remind him like this.

Since she came to this world, she deliberately didn't think about things related to Feng Xihui, but now those details of getting along with her suddenly popped up.

Wei Yijia was picking up books from the cabinet, and didn't notice Rong Ling behind him.

Rong Ling sniffed, to hide the gloom in his expression, and stepped forward to help.

Taking a stack of thick magazines, Wei Yijia and Rong Ling went to a brighter room and spread the magazines on the table. The covers of these magazines are different, some are modern girls, some are athletes, or martial arts.

Rong Ling flipped through and picked out a few magazines with a suitable style: "Sister Wei, can I borrow them and read them first?"

"Anyway, we have read all these magazines." Wei Yijia said warmly, "Just take it."

"Thank you!" Rong Ling's eyes bent into crescent moons with joy.

Wei Yijia couldn't hold back, and reached out to rub the top of her head again.

After getting these magazines, Rong Ling looked eagerly when she got home. Ma Xiaoping had never read a book, and she didn't understand that she was reading "idle books". Instead, she praised Rong Ling for working hard.

Soon, the two days of the weekend will pass, and Rong Ling will return to school on Sunday afternoon.

Before leaving, Ma Xiaoping of course had to prepare her meals for the next week.

She specially kept the leftover chicken offal from killing the chicken the day before yesterday, sliced ​​it and marinated it, and then fished out the delicious pickled peppers and ginger from the old altar and fried it with shreds. This is a can of pickled peppers and chicken offal.

This year's rapeseed harvest is good, Ma Xiaoping can't afford other food, but she is willing to put oil.

The oil-soaked chicken offal with pickled peppers in the plastic jar had an alluring luster, and Rong Ling couldn't help licking his lips.

In addition, she also enjoyed the unique delicacies of this season.

The chicken fir picked from the mountains in the morning is washed and sliced, and the dried garlic, chili pepper, and peppercorns are put in the pan to fry slightly, and then the chicken fir is fried until it dries up, and then it is put into another jar.

Because of the extra can of vegetables, Rong Ling's backpack was much heavier, but his heart was full of joy.

When she got to school, she got her own steamed rice from the logistics department for dinner. The soft and sweet rice was mixed with chicken fir oil, and she ate a mouthful of hot and sour chicken offal with pickled peppers. Rong Ling felt like she was in heaven.

There are two steamed eggs nestled on the rice, mixed together to eat, Rong Ling couldn't help sighing—chicken, the whole body is really full of treasures.

The author has something to say: I'm so hungry_(:з"∠)_