In the book, I was fed by my sister

Song Ran used scallions, ginger and salt to make half a bowl of scallion and ginger water. The fish marinated in this water is not fishy and tastes better.

Take two more eggs and remove the yolks. Stir the egg whites and flour with chopsticks. Do not waste the yolks, gently pour them into the boiling duck soup. The boiling soup will not disperse the yolks, and the surface of the yolks will quickly solidify when it meets the hot soup.

Mix the egg white and flour into a paste of appropriate thickness, then add the ground aniseed powder. The aniseed powder is made from star anise, fennel and galangal. These aniseeds are hard to come by and must be purchased at a pharmacy.

In my father's recipe, the exact amount of star anise and fennel to be paired is clearly stated. If one ingredient is too much, it will overpower the flavor and make the dish less fragrant.

Coat the small fishes one by one with the batter, and the batter must be of moderate thickness. If it is too thin, the fish will not be formed after frying, and if it is too thick, the fish meat inside will be soft.

Finally, fry it in a pan.

Fry the small fish until golden brown, remove from the pan and fry again.

Song Ran took out the stone scoop. Some people like the salty taste of crispy fish, while others prefer spicy. She was unsure of Li Wanshu's taste, so she prepared a separate dry dish.

The dry sauce is made of ground cornel and Sichuan pepper. The fried fish is served with the dry sauce, which is spicy and numbing.

The last dish is stir-frying the offal.

Song Ran marinated duck offal with salt, sugar and wine.

Use oil and edible jujube to grind out the red material.

The key to stir-frying duck offal is to use a strong fire.

"Grandma, make the fire hot!"

"Hey!" Grandma Gu added another handful of sorghum stalks into the stove, making the room bright red.

Heat the pan, add the red sauce, drain the duck offal and stir-fry. In a few seconds, the duck offal changes color and is taken out.

Add garlic cloves and pickled radish shreds into the pan and stir-fry until fragrant, then add duck offal and duck blood and stir-fry gently. Sprinkle a few sugars to enhance the flavor, and then add dark soy sauce to enhance the color.

In less than an incense stick of time, a portion of fried duck offal is ready.

Song Li felt the spiciness so choking her nose that she sneezed several times.

"Okay, let's go ask the village chief! Grandma, please help me watch the duck soup. We will be back soon."

At the hall, Li Wanshu had been sitting at the door waiting for a long time.

At noon, there were quite a few people gathered at the hall.

Li Wanshu's laughter came from the crowd.

"Village Chief Li, you really helped the Song family a lot and saved our entire village. This is a village in ten miles, which village is more responsible than you?"

"Haha, no way! No way!" Li Wanshu laughed so hard that a blush rose from his cheeks to his cheekbones, and his gray beard twitched.

"The village chief is taking precautions. Look at the neighboring village. The manager is incompetent. Wait for those bastards in the village to bully the people in the village."

"That's exactly what I think." Li Wanshu said, "If we don't nip this in the bud, we will be the ones who get hurt."

"The village chief is amazing!" There were more and more compliments from the crowd.

"Everyone is getting better and better under the leadership of the village chief. You don't know that the neighboring village took in foreign vine seedlings for planting. Now they call it sweet potato. Now we can't even see the flowers, let alone the fruits. It's a waste of manpower and land."

"That's right. The officials from the county come to collect taxes and grain. They don't care whether you have a harvest or not. If you can't hand over the grain, then you have to pay money!"

"The village chief is wise!"

"We should erect a statue for the village chief!"

Amid the flattery, Li Wanshu became elated.

"The Song family girl is here!"

Song Ran dragged Song Li to the hall. She didn't expect that everyone would not go home for lunch at noon, but would gather here. Just as she was about to speak, a man said, "Song's sister, Village Chief Li is your lifesaver this time. You have to thank him well, don't be reluctant to leave."

The man who was speaking had the attitude of an educator.

After hearing this, Song Ran felt depressed. He had come here to express his gratitude, so why did he need to be taught by this person?

"That's right! I heard that you caught several wild ducks yesterday. The Song family's sister is usually generous. You can smell the meat when you pass by the door. I'm afraid you killed all those wild ducks today to repay you for saving your life." The person who spoke was Zhu Ximei. She was so scared that she stayed at home for more than half a month and only dared to go out in the past two days.

"Hei Niu, I think you are born in the Year of the Dog! You can smell the odor when you walk by the door. Do people have to avoid you when they poop at home?" Yang Bailan mocked. Zhu Yongbiao used to want to woo her second daughter. She remembered it! Now he is thinking about Song Ran again. The Zhu family didn't even take a piss to look at himself. He is a wife-killer but still wants to marry a virgin.

"Hahaha!" Everyone in the crowd laughed when they heard Yang Bailan say this.

"You! You! You shameless old thing! You've been divorced at such an old age, yet you still dare to come out and see people. If it were me, I would have killed myself by banging my head against the wall. I'm too ashamed to see people."

This didn't anger Yang Bailan. She said nonchalantly, "It was me who divorced Li Mingping!"

"Okay, okay!" Li Wanshu saw the two people arguing, and everyone looked like they were watching the fun, ignoring his own business, so he hurried out to stop them.

Zhu Ximei and the other person were not convinced, but they did not argue.

Seeing this, Song Ran stepped forward and spoke out the prepared speech: "Village Chief Li, in the past few days, I was trapped and tired. You were busy running around for me. You are the great benefactor of my life."

"Oh, it's what I should do. Your parents have passed away, and since I'm the village chief, I should take good care of you. Not only you, I will do the same to others."

"The village chief is kind-hearted!" everyone said.

"That's right! Only someone like Village Chief Li can manage us wholeheartedly."

Li Wanshu began to feel elated again.

Although the village chief is elected every three years, if he wins the support of the people, he will hardly leave. There is no salary for being a village chief, but there are still many benefits to be gained.

For example, the land classification, the subtle differences between upper-middle, middle-middle, and lower-middle are just a lot of things to talk about, but the amount of grain to be handed in is different. However, many people gave him benefits and turned his "upper-middle" land into a lower grade.

For example, if there were conflicts between villagers, without him reporting them to the higher authorities, the government would charge you for handling those minor cases. Most of them were unwilling to pay, so in the end he would still mediate.

"Village Chief!" Song Ran raised his voice, "I have prepared some light wine and dishes today, and I hope you and your family will come."

"Oh, you are so polite. It's not necessary. It's not necessary."

Song Li held the elder sister's hand and watched the two of them talking back and forth, feeling speechless. Obviously, the old man didn't think that way, but he pretended to be so polite on the surface. Poor elder sister, her face was almost frozen from smiling. If they kept talking, the food would not taste good.

"Sister, when are we going to eat? I'm so hungry."

"Village Chief, look..."

"Oh, don't let the child starve. Then I...I won't be polite. Everyone! I'm leaving now, and everyone should go back to digest their lunch."

After the crowd dispersed, Li Wanshu whispered to Song Ran: "By the way, Ranran, I have an unwelcome request. You are a woman and don't drink. I really need someone to drink with me to satisfy my drinking addiction. What do you think..."

"Call Aunt Chunfeng. Why doesn't she come along?" Song Ran asked.

"Oh, no, no, she's at home, she can't spare time to take care of the housework. I want to call my nephew to come along, what do you think?"

Song Ran thought about it and decided that fortunately there was enough food prepared, so he didn't need a pair of chopsticks.

They seldom drank alcohol, so the remaining half jar was enough for the two men. Besides, she wanted to promote her cooking skills, so it would be great if more people could taste it.

"Okay! Go ahead and call for help."