The Second Sister of a Farmer's Family's Path to Imperial Destiny

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The stupid son of Uncle Guo fell to the ground all of a sudden. There were many sharp stones on the land that had just been cleared, which scratched his clothes and touched his skin.

When Guo Dadan saw his younger brother falling to the ground, he panicked instantly, because he had come here without telling his parents. If he hurt his brother, his parents would not know how to beat him.

So he quickly let go of Guo Sidan and ran to see his brother. After a careful examination, he felt relieved to see that nothing serious was wrong.

At this time, Guo Xin had already walked in front of them and said coldly: "Do you want to die?"

It was the first time that Guo Dadan saw Guo Xin like this. Although he was frightened for a moment, he still felt that as the eldest grandson, he was not someone who could be provoked by a loser, so he shouted again: "You must return your betrothal gift to me. It was given by my mother to me to marry a wife! San Ya is also my brother's."

Guo Xin frowned at Guo Dadan, thinking that he was no better than his stupid cousin. He picked up the hoe and said, "I'll give you three seconds to get out of my house. If you don't, don't blame me for not caring about my relatives' dignity!"

Seeing that Guo Xin seemed to be serious about it, Guo Dadan immediately helped his brother up and dragged him home, saying, "Just wait, my mother will definitely give me justice!"

Guo Xin looked at Guo Dadan's receding figure and spat on the ground.

Looking at Sidan lying on the ground, he quickly asked: "Sidan, are you okay?"

Sidan looked at his second sister who came at the critical moment and comforted her with a smile: "Sister, I'm fine. I was great this time. I protected my third sister and I am a man now."

As they were talking, Daya came back with Sanya, whose face was covered with tears.

Guo Xin knew that everyone was tired, so without saying much, he helped Sidan and Sanya back to the thatched hut, which had already been cleaned up.

He took out the remaining taro from his bosom and said, "Try this. I dug it up in the mountains. It's delicious."

Daya looked at the taro on the table, a little surprised, and asked, "Isn't this inedible? My parents said so when they were alive."

"You can eat it! I've already eaten it. The only reason you can't eat it is because you don't know how to prepare it. I, your sister, am very good at preparing it."

Daya took a bite of the slightly warm taro with half belief and half doubt. It was soft, sticky, sweet and went straight to her taste buds.

Daya, who was already a little hungry, buried her head in eating and couldn't stop at all.

Seeing this, Sanya and Sidan also picked up the taro and started to eat it, and they all had expressions as if they were from heaven.

Guo Xin took out another chicken from the basket, trying to attract their attention, but they were so busy eating the sweet taro that they paid no attention to Guo Xin at all.

Seeing this, Guo Xin poked the pheasant.

"Cuckoo, cluck, cluck,..." the pheasant screamed.

In an instant, the three people who were concentrating on the taro in their hands raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the sound.

Sidan was the first to ask in disbelief: "Is this a chicken... a chicken... a chicken?"

"Sister! Sister! You caught a chicken!!" San Ya jumped up from the stool excitedly, waving her hand holding Taro in the air.

Daya looked at the chicken in Guo Xin's hand with a smile in her eyes, but she felt that the current Erya seemed different from the previous Erya. Perhaps she had been through the gates of hell and had changed a lot.

"Today we're having taro stewed chicken!"

San Ya looked at the fresh chicken, then at the taro in her hand, guessing that such soft, glutinous and sweet taro would definitely make a delicious chicken, and she couldn't help but drool.

Guo Xin took the chicken into the small yard and drew a large bucket of water from the well.

He set up a stone stove, threw the firewood he had picked up into the stove, and boiled a large pot of hot water.

Daya continued to clean the thatched hut and repair the places she could still repair.

San Ya and Si Dan were watching the fire from the side.

Guo Xin held the chicken in one hand and put one foot on a stone. He held a rusty knife and cut the chicken's neck neatly. He then quickly caught the chicken's blood in a ceramic bowl.

Sidan looked at the chicken blood in the bowl and asked doubtfully: "Sister, what use can this blood have? It can't be eaten."

Guo Xin didn't expect that there was no chicken blood to eat in this era. Then he would be able to go to the town to sell chicken blood in a while.

"I'll make you something delicious. This is a recipe I discovered myself, so it must be delicious."

Although she was talking to Sidan, her hands moved very swiftly. She cut the chicken into pieces, then cut the ginger and minced the garlic. When she found that there were no red peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, she reacted suddenly.

In ancient times, the production of Sichuan pepper was extremely small and very precious. It was generally supplied to high-ranking officials and nobles and rarely distributed among the common people.

But without these spices, it always feels like something is missing.

Guo Xin muttered to himself, thinking that if he had the chance to see it in the future, he would buy a lot of it and keep it at home. It would be best if he had the chance to come across a fresh tree of Sichuan pepper and try to cultivate it.

After thinking about it, I sighed again in my heart, we are still too poor now.

After Guo Xin prepared the seasonings, he started heating the oil in a pan.

There are not many seasonings available nowadays. After the pot is heated, put rapeseed oil into the pot.

The firewood soon made the pot smoke. Guo Xin scooped a large spoonful of oil into the pot. The aroma of the oil quickly drifted into the air, arousing the appetite of the four people surrounding the kitchen.

Daya looked at the oil lamp, which was already scarce, and saw that more than half of it was gone. Thinking that it would take a long time to use, she couldn't help but ask, "Erya, did you use too much oil?"

"Sister, this dish needs more oil to taste good. As for the future, I will earn it back."

After hearing this, Guo Daya didn't know what to say. After all, since Erya woke up, she has become more and more capable and has become the backbone of this family.

After the oil was heated, Guo Xin put in the chicken pieces. The chicken skin was burnt golden in the oil, the chicken oil came out, and the fresh aroma of the ingredients wafted out. The three people who had not eaten meat for a long time were about to lean over the pot.

Guo Xin poured in ginger, garlic slices and other seasonings one by one, allowing the aroma of the ingredients to mix and emit a stronger and more tempting aroma.

Pour in the boiled well water and simmer for a quarter of an hour. Then pour in the chopped taro and simmer for four incense sticks. Finally, sprinkle with chopped green onions to add some color.

At the same time, the rice cooked by Daya was also cooked.

San Ya and Si Dan took turns bringing the dishes to the somewhat shabby table. The four of them sat around the small table. From time to time, a cool breeze blew in through the gaps in the house, but the four of them could feel that life was developing for the better.

Sidan took the lead in picking up a piece of chicken, not caring whether it was still hot or not, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. The aroma of the mixed taro and chicken was very novel.

Although Sidan was screaming from the heat, he still said, "It's so delicious! I wish I could eat it every day."

San Ya and Daya picked up a piece of taro. The stewed taro and roasted taro have different tastes. The mouth is full of soup. It is softer and more glutinous than the roasted taro, and is mixed with the aroma of meat.

The three of them were already thinking about the next bite before they finished eating.

Guo Xin looked at the three people who were sweating while eating, and her heart was filled with joy. For the first time, she truly felt that this warm home was real and was developing in a good direction.

Seeing Guo Xin looking at them for a long time, Daya picked up a large piece of chicken and put it in Guo Xin's bowl. With a smile in her eyes, she said softly, "Eat it quickly, or it will get cold and won't taste good."

Guo Xin looked at her elder sister who was thinking about her and nodded: "Okay."