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But after cleaning the chicken, Yu Qingshu began to worry.

He suddenly remembered that the chicken had been cleaned, but he didn't know how to chop it.

There is no place. I can’t just chop it on the ground. How can I eat it if it’s covered in dirt?

Yu Qingqing saw Yu Qingshu nearby, looking sad, and immediately remembered the time when she left home.

They should have put away all the things in the kitchen, so there should be a chopping board or something like that.

She scanned the space with her consciousness and found it in a corner.

And she even found the mushrooms they had dried before. So she didn't think much about it and took the things out directly.

Yu Qingqing: "Dad, use this, chop the chicken on it, and then make some chicken soup or something.

Let’s cook it in this pot later. The clay pot is a bit small for cooking the chicken.

I'm afraid it will be troublesome to use a clay pot later, so you can just put it in this pot."

Yu Qingqing brought the pot from her home over.

The pot is still an iron pot. Although it has been used for many years, it can still be used now.

There are several holes on the top of the pot, but as long as water is not put in, the holes can be used.

Yu Qingshu was stunned for a moment when he saw the thing that suddenly appeared in front of him. Then he smiled and said:

"Yes, Qing'er, you see, Dad is confused. This pot is indeed perfect for stewing chicken.

That clay pot is too small and is only suitable for cooking porridge.

Okay, I'll quickly prepare this chicken, you go and take a rest first, I'll come back later."

Yu Qingshu put the chopping board directly on the ground and started chopping the chicken.

He cut quickly, accurately and fiercely, and soon the whole chicken in his hand was turned into small lumps of chicken meat.

Then he put all the chicken into the same pot and walked back with it.

Hua Qinglu had already cooked the porridge, and the chayote was also cooked directly in it.

Because she had chicken this time, she only cooked a casserole of brown rice porridge.

Besides, there was enough chicken to eat, and she was worried that it wouldn’t be able to be stored in such hot weather.

When Hua Qinglu saw Yu Qingshu coming over with a pot, his mouth opened wide.

She really didn't expect that her daughter would bring a pot.

The people next to him had the same expression as Hua Qinglu. Apart from surprise, there was no other expression.

Everyone knew that this thing was kept by Yu Qingqing.

As for where she kept it, everyone tacitly agreed not to ask.

But I was still surprised to see that he brought a pot.

But this chicken is so fat that it is really difficult to cook it in a clay pot.

This pot just happened to solve the urgent problem. Yu Qingshu saw his wife's surprised expression.

He was very happy and proud of his daughter's ability.

"Cough! Cough!" Yu Qingshu pretended to cough twice, and then brought Hua Qinglu back to his senses.

Hua Qinglu: "Husband, is the chicken ready?

Let me see, wow! You cleaned the chicken very well and cut it into small pieces.

If that's just right, we can use it to make chicken soup.

Husband, please give this thing to me! Go and have a rest, I will call you when I am done. "

After Hua Qinglu came back to his senses, he walked forward and saw the pot of chicken in Yu Qingshu's arms, and asked Yu Qingshu to have a good rest.

Yu Qingshu did not refuse too much. He had indeed expended some energy hunting just now, and now he felt a little tired.

He pursed his dry lips and said softly:

"Thank you for your hard work, my lady. If you need anything, remember to call me. I'll go take a rest nearby.

As for the chicken, I have already cleaned it, just add water and cook it! "

Yu Qingshu handed the things to Hua Qinglu, then found a stone nearby and sat down, ready to take a rest.

Here, Yu Qingqing saw Hua Qinglu preparing to cook chicken, and she suddenly remembered that there was dogwood in the space, which could be used to add some flavor.

So she stepped forward, stopped Hua Qinglu and said:

"Mom, you should go and have a rest. I'll do it for you. I'll call you when it's done."

I don’t have anything to do right now, and I know how to cook the chicken, so you don’t have to worry.”

Yu Qingqing took the pot directly from Hua Qinglu's hand and placed it on the stove that had just been set up.

Hua Qinglu nodded slightly and smiled.

Then he clapped his hands again, walked to the side and held Yu Qingji's hand.

He sat down directly next to Yu Qingshu, ready to take a rest.

Yu Qingqing put the chicken on the stove to cook, and then took the chopping board over.

I took out two or three more dogwoods from the space and prepared to put them into the chicken, mainly because there was too little seasoning.

She was also worried that the smell would be too fishy, ​​so she had to use dogwood to cover it up.

She scanned the space and found that there seemed to be no seasoning except salt, not even onions, ginger, and garlic.

Fortunately, she found some peppercorns and took them out, preparing to throw them into the pot.

Yu Qingqing saw that the chicken in the pot had been boiled, and then she used a spoon to skim off the foam on top.

Then scoop out the chicken little by little and pour out the water in the pot.

I just blanched the chicken briefly, and it will continue to cook after that.

Then rinse the pot briefly and fill it with clean water.

Then pour in the chicken, along with the peppercorns you just found and the dried mushrooms.

I added a few more spoonfuls of salt and threw in some chopped dogwood and cooked them together.

Yu Qinghai, who was standing next to him, took the cooked porridge off the fire and placed it aside.

Let it cool down a bit so it's easier to eat later.

Yu Qingmei stepped forward and scooped out all the porridge in the pottery jar.

I scooped a little into each bowl and waited for it to cool down a bit.

Because the fire was big enough, the aroma of meat soon wafted from the pot.

When everyone smelled the aroma of meat, they swallowed hard.

Yu Qingqing stirred the chicken again and saw that it was cooked through.

He quickly asked Yu Qinghai to take the chicken off the stove.

In fact, Yu Qingqing was a little worried that there were other people around them.

If others saw them eating meat, she couldn't guarantee whether she could keep the meat.

So after it is cooked, there is no need to continue cooking.

The aroma of pheasant meat spread far and wide, and people nearby could smell the meat.

The smell of meat made them salivate, and the aroma of the meat made them dizzy.

Each of them was like a dog, sniffing hard.

Everyone wants to find out where the smell of meat is coming from.

Sure enough, this chicken was spotted by other people, who then attracted them over.