The little girl from a farm family has a big wish to make a fortune by farming and picking mushrooms

But there is so much water in the river and the fish doesn’t show up on its own, so how are they going to catch it?

Blocking the flow is unreliable, and there are no fishing rods or fishing nets at home. After thinking about it, there is no reliable solution.

The three brothers were afraid of the stick from Old Lady Zhou, so they had to sit in a row and sigh at the river.

Zhou Mingshu hung up the clothes to dry and started to pick up the gardenias.

The oil is ready, you just need to steam the petals. You don’t need anyone’s help, you can do it by yourself.

It was hot in the kitchen, so Old Mrs. Zhou washed a basin of sweet apricots and brought them over for her to eat.

So she sat by the stove and ate fruit, and didn't feel bored.

There were still some bamboo shoots left that had not been peeled, so Old Mrs. Zhou didn't plan to peel them anymore. She picked out some good ones and hung them in the woodshed to dry. She also picked out some good mushrooms that she had picked from the mountains and would go to town tomorrow to bring some back for her aunt to taste.

The chicks in the chicken coop kept calling out. Old Mrs. Zhou added some water for them, swept up the feces, and took very good care of them.

The flames under the pot kept licking the bottom of the pot. Soon, some steam came out of the pot, carrying with it the rich scent of gardenia.

Zhou Mingshu kept sniffing and carefully savoring the scent of gardenia. It smelled really good.

The grass carp in Boss Zhou's hand had been processed. He poured the fish entrails, scales and blood onto the dung pile, which soon attracted several little wild cats.

The fish was placed in a basin, waiting to be made into fish soup in the evening.

But Zhou Mingshu didn't want to eat it like this. If this big grass carp was made into fish fillet soup, the fish meat would be inedible except for the soup. If it was not handled properly, the fish soup would also taste fishy. Wouldn't her efforts be in vain?

When she returns to the house later, she will exchange it for a cookbook to study.

The gardenia juice had been steamed, so she brought the gardenia pot to her room and went inside to learn how to cook.

There are many ways to cook grass carp, but the most classic way is braising it.

Zhou Mingshu decided to eat braised grass carp tonight. She briefly memorized the method and steps of braised grass carp and began to filter the gardenia juice.

The juice needs to sit overnight, and since there are no extra porcelain bottles at home, there is no rush for the subsequent steps.

I'll wait until tomorrow when I go to town to order a bottle.

In the afternoon, Zhou Mingqi knocked on her window and said he came to help, but the gardenia juice had already been filtered, so there was nothing to do.

The two spread the crushed gardenia petals on a basket to dry, intending to make them into sachets and hang them in the closet to fumigate clothes, which would leave some fragrance.

"Second sister, didn't I catch a grass carp today? Shall we try to make braised fish later?"

"Braised fish? I've never had it. Can you make it? I've only had fish soup, and that's the kind my grandma can make."

"I'm tired of eating that fish soup. Let's try braised fish. If it gets badly braised, I'll take the blame. You just need to cook the pot for me."

"Row."

There were not many people at home during this time. Some people went out, some went to the fields, and even Old Mrs. Zhou took Xiao Ming's painting to visit her neighbors.

The two sisters lifted the lid of the basin and took out the big grass carp.

Zhou Mingshu used a kitchen knife to cut off the fish's back, marinated it with various seasonings to make it tasty, and waited for half an hour before starting to cook.

"Second sister, what are you doing standing there? Start a fire."

She didn't care about the lard. She put in just the right amount, fried the grass carp until both sides were golden brown, added various seasonings, and finally added water, and simmered it until the sauce was absorbed.

Zhou Mingqi sat in front of the stove, looking at the billowing white smoke from the pot. He unconsciously stretched his neck a few times and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

It smelled so good, absolutely so good. She had never seen such delicious fish before.

There is no wrong time when you gamble with San Ya.

Zhou Mingqi once again admired San Ya's smartness, and this time he was going to have a feast for his appetite again.

Old Mrs. Zhou estimated that it was time to cook dinner, so she took her granddaughter home. As soon as she looked at her house, she noticed smoke coming out of the kitchen.

I guess the third brother’s family is already preparing dinner.

Zhou Mingyuan rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed. Having just woken up, he walked towards the kitchen uncontrollably. He didn't know what was being cooked in the kitchen, but the smell was so fragrant that it made him hungry.

"Second sister, third sister, what delicious food are you making?"

"The fish, the braised fish, is almost done. I'll let you try it later."

Zhou Mingyuan stood on tiptoe to look into the pot. The big fish inside was brown and crispy, and the soup at the bottom of the pot was bubbling. The aroma went straight into his nose and his saliva started to flow.

Fortunately, my second and third sisters didn’t see it. He covered his mouth and ran out of the kitchen and went to the toilet to urinate.

Feng was walking on the path in the field carrying a basket. She had nothing to do after waking up, so she dug some wild vegetables at the edge of the field. The wild vegetables grew wildly after the rain, and each one was very fresh and tender. She was reluctant to go home even after filling the basket, but when it was time for dinner, she had to go home to prepare the meal.

Smoke rose from the kitchen. Feng took a look and thought to herself that she was late. She didn't expect that her mother-in-law had already started cooking. She couldn't help but quicken her pace to get home.

When the braised grass carp was almost done, Zhou Mingshu started another pot and began to boil soup and heat up the steamed buns.

She made a braised fish dish specifically for one child, and the purpose was too obvious. If she also prepared other dinners, she would feel that she was sharing the housework.

There were still a lot of mushrooms in the morning, so she picked out some broom mushrooms. These mushrooms had a crispy texture, and the smaller they were, the more delicious they were. She picked up a lot of them.

After scalding it with hot water, she washed it in cold water so that it would not rot easily.

The rest of the method is very simple. Add minced garlic in hot oil and stir-fry, then add mushrooms and stir-fry, add seasoning and serve.

After a while, two dishes and a soup were ready.

Old Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Feng, who had just returned home, looked at each other in surprise. They thought that they were preparing dinner for each other, but they didn't expect it was Erya and Sanya, and that dinner was already half prepared. Looking at the dishes, they were extremely fragrant, with good color, aroma and taste.

"You two girls, what the hell is wrong with you today? You're so sensible that you're helping to cook."

Old Mrs. Zhou has always had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She said that others were having a seizure, but the smile on her face never diminished.

She let go of Xiao Minghua's hand, let her play with her brother, put on an apron, and started to clean up the kitchen.

"Oh, it's not bad. Is this the broom mushroom? The fish is also very fragrant. You two are quite skilled. Okay, get up. Let your aunt and I take care of the rest."

Old Mrs. Zhou chased the two maids out of the kitchen, took the spatula herself, and started working on the next dish.

Seeing that their grandma was not angry, the two girls played in the yard with a smile on their faces.

"You two, go dig some grass for the chickens."

"Okay~"

Zhou Mingqi went to the corner to get a shovel, and while talking with Zhou Mingshu, they reached the ridge of the field.

She tried hard to search the original owner's memory and dug up all kinds of wild vegetables and weeds, but she couldn't find a single "chicken grass".