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

When I came back from the back of the yard, I saw smoke coming out of the kitchen.

Old Mrs. Zhou slapped her thigh and said, it’s all over.

"The third brother's family, there's a fire in the kitchen, hurry up, put out the fire..."

The two men trotted to the water tank, picked up the ladles and basins and started to fill them with water.

Hearing the noise, Minghua walked out of the kitchen.

"Grandma, Mother~" A soft voice sounded, stopping the actions of Grandma Zhou and Mrs. Feng.

The two were stunned for a moment, and when they looked through the window, they saw that there was indeed a fire in the kitchen, but it was staying inside the stove.

Old Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Feng wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and the tension they had just felt disappeared in an instant.

It turns out they were overthinking it.

"Sanyah, what are you doing? Don't you know that we should save firewood? We don't have much firewood at home, so we can't waste it."

Zhou Mingshu was very busy. He boiled the snails while filling them with cold water. He was afraid that the fire in the stove would be too strong and overcook the snail meat.

"Grandma, I'm cooking snails. We're going to have something delicious tonight. Are you done? If you're done, help me light the fire."

Although Old Mrs. Zhou expressed her disgust, she still listened to her granddaughter and sat in front of the stove to watch the fire.

This girl just does whatever she wants to do every day.

"Look at what you're busy doing every day. Doesn't the wound on your forehead hurt? You might as well just lie down in the room and let others worry about you."

"Hehe, that's so boring. Wait until I make something delicious, then you can praise me."

Feng fetched some water and washed her hands and face, and she felt much refreshed.

The other pot was idle, so she started preparing today's dinner.

The number of snails picked up yesterday was really considerable. One pot could not hold them all, so Zhou Mingshu cooked them in two batches.

After the pot was cooked, she put it in a basin of cold water to dissipate the heat.

Then start cooking the other part.

Not long after, Zhou Mingqin and Zhou Mingqi came back from the fields and washed their hands and faces before entering the kitchen.

"Big sister, second sister, you've come back just in time. This pot is already cooked. Let's go and pry the snail meat."

Zhou Mingshu was holding a basin of water with a porcelain bowl in it.

"Look, this is the snail meat. Take it off and put it in the bowl. We don't want the last part, we can't eat it. We only want the first part."

Zhou Mingqin and Zhou Mingqi shook the water off their hands, pulled over a small stool, and followed her example, using bamboo sticks to pry open the snail shells and then poking out the snail meat inside.

This job is not difficult, except for this pot of sheep dung snails. I don't know how long it will take to finish. But since my cousin said that the meat of the sheep dung snails is edible, and they are also craving for meat, it doesn't hurt to be a little more tired.

Old Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Feng also came over to watch curiously.

Use a sharp and thin skewer to poke the snail meat out of the shell and then eat it. It's a pity that San Yatou came up with this idea.

I originally thought that I had to eat the shell and the meat together, and it would hurt my throat even if I chewed it very finely.

Old Mrs. Zhou licked her teeth with the tip of her tongue. She couldn't even chew the shell.

Now this method is good. No matter whether the snail meat tastes good or not, at least it is soft.

Xiao Minghua watched from the side for a while, rubbing his hands together, eager to try.

Mrs. Feng saw that her daughter also wanted to poke, so she took her to wash her hands.

So the snail-clearing team had a new little helper.

Old Madam Zhou and Mrs. Feng were busy preparing dinner and did not interfere with the maids' affairs.

After Zhou Mingshu put the last basin of snails into the basin of cold water, he began to prepare other things.

She found the wooden file that Grandpa Zhou used when he was alive and knocked off the tails of the last few snails in the small basin.

I’ll make some stir-fried snails later.

Stir-fry the snail meat with water celery.

There are a lot of water celery growing by the pond behind the house. They are very juicy and you can make a dish by just picking a handful.

Unfortunately, the villagers of Lianglin Village don’t eat it.

Then he cut some shredded ginger and garlic slices, pinched a few peppercorns, and picked a handful of dogwood that Old Mrs. Zhou had dried on the crack of the door.

The necessary spices were quite complete, so Zhou Mingshu started to wash the pot and get to work.

This was not her first time in the kitchen, but it was the first time she acted as a cook so properly.

Feng, who was preparing the meal, felt that she was a little redundant and was getting in the way of the third girl.

After finishing the work at hand, he immediately went to the side to pry the snail meat.

Old Mrs. Zhou at the kitchen was watching San Ya busying herself with work. She wanted to see what delicious dishes this girl could cook.

Zhou Ming ran in and out of the bookstore, and only finished when all the stir-fried snails were put into the pot.

"San Ya, what are you putting here? Why do I think it's dogwood?"

Seeing some unfamiliar spices thrown in, Old Mrs. Zhou shuddered with fear. Those were used to ward off evil spirits and pray for blessings, and this child knew nothing and actually threw them into the pot. What if he got sick from eating them?

"Grandma, it's dogwood, but it's also considered a spice. I've seen people eat it and they say it tastes good and can remove fishy smells. I put in a small amount, so don't worry."

Zhou Mingshu talked a lot of nonsense and actually suppressed Old Lady Zhou.

Cornus officinalis has been known to ward off evil spirits since ancient times, so it is acceptable to eat it as a spice. After all, mugwort also has such an effect, so Mrs. Zhou didn't think much about it.

Not long after, Zhou Mingshu added several other seasonings and a handful of washed water celery roots.

They were all things that Old Mrs. Zhou had never eaten before.

There was also some strange smell coming out of the pot. Although it smelled delicious and she wanted to eat it, when she thought about it carefully, she knew that this thing must be poisonous!

As the saying goes, the brighter something is, the more poisonous it is. The same is true for the sheep dung snail.

Old Mrs. Zhou darkened her eyes and decided that she would be the first one to not eat.

If she has diarrhea, she won't be the one who suffers, so let these kids learn a lesson.

All the ingredients for stir-fried snails have been added, and Zhou Mingshu covers the pot and cooks on high heat until the sauce is reduced.

There is no oil or chili at home, otherwise it would taste better.

Arrange the remaining water celery neatly and cut it into small pieces, and stir-fry it with snail meat later.

The violets next to her had not been washed yet, so she took a basket of picked violets and went to the back of the house to wash them.

But there was a commotion in the kitchen.

"I didn't expect that this sheep dung snail is actually edible, and it tastes so delicious when fried!" Zhou Mingqin pried the snail meat while looking at the pot.

To be honest, it was quite embarrassing. She couldn't stop drooling when she smelled the fragrance.

"Yeah, San Ya has always had a lot of ideas since she was young. I didn't expect that she would actually come across something edible this time."

Mrs. Feng was also smiling happily. Who wouldn’t be happy to have meat to eat?

"That's right. Give the ones with shells in the pot to the dads and uncles. They have good teeth. We can eat the snail meat. It's soft and chewy."

Zhou Mingqi is also a smart guy, and he came up with this bad idea.