Sweet 80s

"Go ahead, there are some delicious food left on the table for you two."

When they ran over excitedly to take a look, they turned away in disappointment and said, "It's just apricots, what's so delicious about them?"

"The core has been removed, but you still have so many opinions about the ready-made food. Eat it if you want." After Lin Xiangdong finished his criticism, the two children ran out to play.

Wang Shuping then said, "You too, then let the two sons have a taste of what they have."

"When they grow up, they can eat whatever they want. This little bite is not a big deal. My children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. I will enjoy the extra bite."

"You, you don't act like a father." Wang Shuping was at a loss whether to laugh or cry at the unreasonable remarks.

"Come on, let's go boil the goat milk."

"Oh, it's too smelly. I won't drink it."

"So I asked you to peel the almonds."

Although she didn't understand, Wang Shuping still did what Lin Xiangdong said.

She first poured the goat's milk and almonds into the pot, heated it over low heat and stirred constantly to prevent the goat's milk from burning on the bottom.

"Wait until bubbles start to appear in the goat milk and then cook it for a while before taking out the almonds." Lin Xiangdong gave instructions.

As the boiling time prolonged, the mutton smell that came up again had obviously subsided.

Wang Shuping found it interesting and curious: "Why can adding almonds neutralize the smell of mutton?"

Lin Xiangdong spread his hands: "I don't know either. I just heard it from the old people."

After keeping it simmering for a while, the whole kitchen is filled with the rich smell of milk.

Lin Xiangdong scooped out two spoonfuls of honey in advance and put them in a bowl, and then directly mixed the honey into the goat milk after it was cooked.

He picked up the bowl and blew on it to cool it down: "Try it quickly, is there any smell of mutton?"

One sip and you’ll find the goat milk mixed with honey is mellow and refreshing.

Every drop has a natural sweetness and aroma of nectar, with just the right balance of sweetness and freshness.

It is so addictive that you can't stop.

"It's delicious."

"That's right. Don't you see who recommended it?" Lin Xiangdong just raised his smug face when Dabao came running in, following the aroma of milk.

"I want milk, too!"

Wang Shuping was about to take the bowl over.

"You drink yours, I'll serve them two bowls of milk." As he said that, Lin Xiangdong poured out two bowls of milk from the pot.

Dabao was smarter. He realized that what his mother was drinking was different from what was in the pot: "I want to drink what's in mom's bowl."

"The one in her bowl is honey. Here." Lin Xiangdong took out the honey jar. "Each person can only add one spoonful."

Honey = bees

Big bee = wasp

The shadow of being chased by hornets a few days ago has not yet dissipated. When I mention honey, I seem to hear a buzzing sound circling in my ears.

Dabao waved his hands again and again: "I don't want it, I want to drink pure milk."

It’s different for the second baby. If one spoon is not enough, he will ask for another spoon.

Bang! Lin Xiangdong gently hit his chubby hand.

"Are you drinking honey water or milk? It's so choking when you add so much."

Each of us drank a bowl of milk and was satisfied before dinner.

The little belly was bulging out and there was no room left at all.

The old couple finished their lunch break and began to prepare the big rooster for the next meal.

The chicken had been bled out just after death.

Lin Sifang first wet the chicken feathers with warm water, took the chicken out of the basin and placed it on the ground, then continued to pour boiling water on the chicken's body.

During this time, keep turning the chicken feathers to ensure that they are evenly scalded.

After the hair roots are scalded, start plucking.

The rooster has hard and large hairs on its body, and with a little force, a large piece can be pulled off.

But there are still some tiny hairs remaining, but fortunately there are not many.

Lin Sifang's eyesight was not good, so Lin Xiangdong used tweezers to pluck out the hairs one by one.

Get a scale and weigh the slaughtered chicken.

Wow, the free-range chickens raised at home are really unique with their majestic and powerful aura.

"Wow! It's still 5 kilograms after cleaning. Let's not add any side dishes. Ask your mother to make an authentic stir-fried chicken."

At this time, Li Xiuzhi had already cleaned the stove. When Lin Sifang came in carrying a fat chicken, she was also surprised.

"Wow, it's this big."

"That's right. If the children didn't come, we wouldn't be able to finish eating the chicken."

Li Xiuzhi took the chicken and put it into the sink to rinse it again.

Cut the chicken into small pieces and place in a bowl.

Wang Shuping cut the green onion into small pieces and the ginger into slices and poured them into the bowl containing the chicken pieces, marinating the chicken to make it tasty.

The remaining scallion whites, ginger pieces, garlic cloves, cinnamon, bay leaves, star anise and peppercorns are used as seasonings for stir-frying.

Although they said no side dishes would be added, I still prepared three or two potatoes.

Lin Xiangdong has a 'problem'.

When stir-frying chicken, he likes chicken nuggets the most when there are side dishes, and he likes potatoes the most when there are potatoes.

After a while, the chicken has been marinated.

Heat oil in a pan.

Add spices and sauté until fragrant, then pour in the marinated chicken and stir-fry quickly.

After frying evenly, add appropriate amount of seasoning and then add water.

The amount of water should cover all the chicken pieces, and after all the seasonings are dissolved, bring to a boil over high heat, then turn to low heat and simmer slowly.

During the cooking process, Wang Shuping stood by the stove and turned the chicken from time to time to prevent it from sticking to the bottom of the pot.

Cover the pot and simmer over medium-low heat for 15 minutes, then pour in the potato cubes and simmer for a few more minutes.

When the soup is thick, the chicken is soft and tasty, the potatoes are gelatinized, and the starch inside is integrated with the soup, you can serve it.

The free-range chicken is delicious and chewy.

The potatoes are soft. When you take a bite, you can clearly feel the delicate and mellow taste of the potatoes after they become sandy.

In particular, the natural starch melted into the soup adds the finishing touch, making the potatoes as a side dish somewhat overshadow the others.

The perfect combination of the two brings out the flavor to its fullest, making you never tire of eating it.

Lin Xiangdong is a good eater. He breaks the steamed bun into small pieces and puts them into a bowl, then pours plenty of soup on it and adds a few pieces of potatoes that have been stewed until they are very soft.

Use chopsticks to crush the potatoes, stir them thoroughly and give them to Wang Shuping.

"Believe me, you will remember this bite for the rest of your life."

When it comes to food, Wang Shuping trusts him unconditionally.

Dabao followed suit and finished another big white steamed bun.

Erbao, on the other hand, seemed to have no appetite for the big bowl of fragrant fried chicken and looked listless.

"Why don't you eat?" Wang Shuping asked.

Erbao looked up at the sun sinking into the horizon and said, "It's getting dark. When will we go home?"

The two children were so busy playing that they had no idea that they would not be going home today.

"tomorrow."

"Ah? Then, my little rabbit will starve to death..."

Erbao's tears come suddenly.

Before he could finish his sentence, tears as big as soybeans rolled out of his eyes.

"It's okay to not eat for a day, don't cry."

After Wang Shuping finished speaking, she wiped away the tears from Erbao's face.

She suddenly noticed that her younger son's face was a little hot, and when she looked closely, she saw that his cheeks were slightly red.

Just when she was about to raise her hand to test the temperature of her forehead, Lin Xiangdong hugged Erbao over.

"That's right. Before you came out, you stuffed the rabbit cage like a haystack. It's good enough if they don't die of stuffing. But if they starve to death, they won't die of starvation."

Lin Xiangdong picked up a piece of meat from the bowl and stuffed it into Erbao's mouth: "Look at how much your brother eats, but you eat so little. No wonder you can't grow taller."

Erbao chewed a few bites and then leaned his head on Lin Xiangdong's chest.