Being able to farm: starting from moving to the village and picking up furry

"Not yet. They went out late today and will probably be back soon." Lin Lan, who was making scrambled eggs with amaranth, replied to Xia Qingyu.

"Xiaobai and Dabai didn't seem to see it either." Looking back at the yard, Xia Qingyu swept around.

Even the two caracal brothers were not seen. They were probably gone up the mountain.

Xia Qingyu was not worried about the two brothers. After all, they could absorb a certain amount of supernatural energy and would not die easily in the mountains.

Today, Xiaobai and Dabai said they would find other food for her.

Xia Qingyu guessed that it might be because he had stayed in the mountains for too long.

"Don't worry, they may be chasing rabbits and pheasants in the mountains. They will come back on their own." said Old Mrs. Li.

"Ah."

Xia Qingyu nodded slightly. She also understood this logic, but she didn't know why, she always felt a little uneasy.

Xia Qingyu had just thought about where this uneasiness came from when he was pulled over by others.

She comforted herself that the group of little guys knew the way, and with Wangcai and the others there, they could run away separately if something happened, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

"By the way, Sixth Sister-in-law, blanch the amaranth first." Xia Qingyu explained to Lin Lan who asked her.

One minute is enough. Xia Qingyu said it another way, "Put it in boiling water for a while. Count to sixty and then take it out. Then rinse it with cold water, chop it into small pieces, stir it in the beaten eggs, and then pour it into the pan and fry it together."

Amaranth contains a large amount of oxalic acid, so it needs to be blanched in water to reduce the oxalic acid content and prevent the risk of kidney stones and urinary stones.

"Okay." Lin Lan did as she was told and started beating the eggs.

Xia Qingyu saw her sister-in-law Zhu Ping'an worrying about the peppers and meat, not knowing which one to fry first.

As she looked over, Xia Qingyu said to her, "For this dish of stir-fried pork belly with green peppers, stir-fry the peppers first."

"Sister-in-law, you don't need to add oil first. Heat the pan and add the chopped green peppers. Use the back of a spoon to stir-fry until the peppers are fragrant and the moisture is dried out."

Xia Qingyu explained the details, "Be sure to press the back of the spoon against the bottom of the pot a few times to beat it."

Choked by the taste of the chili pepper, Xia Qingyu coughed, "Ahem... the fire... don't use too high a flame, just medium or low."

"Wife, go outside first."

"Qingyu, go outside."

Several voices sounded at the same time. Xia Qingyu smiled faintly and moved away from the pot.

She can eat spicy food, but she is sensitive to the smell of chili peppers and can't help coughing when she smells it.

Her teammates had laughed at her before. She would cough while frying, and tears would come out of her cough. Then when she was eating, they said she ate several large bowls of food with tears in her eyes.

"Sister-in-law, if you add a little salt to the peppers, it will help the water inside to be released and make them more flavorful.

The green peppers will be slightly tiger-skin-like and have changed color in some places, as if they were scalded. After they are fried until fragrant, they can be removed from the pan and stored for later use.

The next step is to stir-fry the meat. Heat a little bit of lard and put the pork belly slices into the pan.

Of course, you don’t need to add oil, but with oil, the iron pan will not stick.

There was no garlic and ginger, so Xia Qingyu skipped them, otherwise it would taste better if the garlic was sautéed.

Stir-fry slowly over medium heat. After the pork belly has been stir-fried for a while and starts to release oil, it is ready when it curls up slightly. Add salt and the stir-fried green peppers. Stir-fry the peppers until they have a meaty flavor, with the aroma of the peppers giving off a meaty aroma.

If you don’t like fatty food, you can stir-fry the pork belly for a while longer, until both sides are slightly yellow, and the excess fat is forced out, and the edges of the pork belly are slightly burnt.

However, everyone in the family does physical work, and Xia Qingyu knows that they like to eat fatter food and can resist hunger.

"The salt is here, Seventh Brother's wife. Did you also buy sugar today?" Wu Huixin, who was getting the seasoning, took the seasoning into the kitchen.

"Well, but we didn't buy other seasonings, so salt will be fine." Xia Qingyu nodded. Salt and sugar were too expensive, so Li Yanfeng and his friends didn't buy much.

As for soy sauce and vinegar, I didn’t buy any, I don’t know if they were closed or out of stock.

"Lanlan, fill a jar with salt." Seeing this, Mrs. Li next to her thought of something and took out a ceramic jar filled with salt.

"Okay, mom." Lin Lan took it and filled a can, thinking she would put it in the kitchen.

The old lady waited until she finished filling the jar of salt before putting it in the cupboard.

Xia Qingyu washed the pepper leaves picked from the mountains and put them in the pot. Every bit of flavor counts.

After the fragrant potato chips were fried, Shen Qingqing scooped them out of the pan with a spoon, and Lin Lan started to make scrambled eggs with amaranth.

Continue to use the lard from frying potatoes, which emits a special aroma.

Lin Lan was holding the egg liquid, which had been mixed with blanched and chopped amaranth.

When the oil is hot, the egg liquid containing amaranth is poured into the pan. With a "sizzling" sound, the egg liquid quickly solidifies and blends with the amaranth to form small pieces of different sizes, with golden eggs and green leaves intertwined.

"It smells so good." Lin Lan swallowed and said with a smile, "I have never seen these dishes that you taught me, Seventh Sister-in-law. They smell so good that I am confused."

While Lin Lan was speaking, she could be heard drooling, probably because of the aroma.

"Haha." Li Yanzhu burst out laughing when he saw this.

Looking at the whole family laughing and talking happily, Xia Qingyu couldn't help but smile.

In the past, when she and her teammates went on missions, they saw many families and their daily living habits made their scalps tingle.

For example, it is a common phenomenon that when a large family comes back from work, the division of labor between the wife and the husband is completely different.

After the wife comes back and washes her hands, she is busy cooking for the family. The group of men in the house sit down to rest, smoke and chat, and occasionally criticize the woman who cooks.

The wife had to pick the vegetables by herself, then wash them slowly, prepare the ingredients, wash the pot, and then cook. When the dishes were cooked, she had to serve the rice to the men who were sitting there.

Anyone who has done these processes knows that if there are many people, one person can do the same thing and it will be done quickly, but it really takes a lot of time for one person to do it.

But Xia Qingyu still remembers it clearly. After the group of men finished smoking, they just sat there and said a few words. They even used some dirty words, which made people speechless.

He is idle and picky. He doesn't help to wash the pots or the vegetables. Instead, he acts like a big boss and talks without any hesitation. One moment he says the cooking is too slow, the next moment he says there is too much oil and he has raised a spendthrift woman.

There are also those who complain that the vegetables are not cut properly, or that there is too little or too much salt. In short, no matter what, they will always find a reason to complain.

Some of the wives who were talked about looked aggrieved but dared not say anything. Those with a bad temper would be beaten if they said a few words back.

We are all family, working together, doing the same physical work, and we are all very tired.

But when she gets home, the woman becomes a top, busy all the time preparing meals for the family.

But the men can sit down and rest, wait for their wives to cook, serve the food, and be the first to pick up chopsticks to start eating. They can also vent their unhappiness on their wives.

What’s even more terrible is that many women have cooked a meal and are tired after a whole day, but because of that group of people they are told not to sit at the table. So they sit alone at one side while eating, all alone, as if the meal can be done without them.

How ironic! It is the woman who cooks, and when it is time to eat, the man enjoys the food and criticizes her in a superior tone, while the woman who worked hard is not allowed to sit at the table.