Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Father Yang added, "If we continue like this, our family will live better and better."

Mother Yang smiled and replied, "Of course not. With Xiuying taking care of things, we can just wait to enjoy the good life."

At this time, the sun was shining on the chicken coop. Seeing Yang Qingfeng picking eggs, Yang's father and mother sighed silently again.

I am so angry!

The drought and hailstorms of the year had left people in other places worried about food, with prices soaring and people in panic. However, in Futian Village, the scene was completely different.

The villagers walked along the country roads, each with a satisfied smile on their face. The people of Futian Village were not panicking at all, and everyone was talking and laughing.

"Thanks to Xiuying, she led us to grow drought-resistant and high-yield rice. Look, every family's granary is full." Uncle Zhang said with a hearty smile.

"That's right. Now we can go up the mountain to pick mushrooms and black fungus to exchange for this and that. Life is wonderful!" Aunt Li responded.

The children chased and played around, shouting, "We have rice to eat, meat to eat, our Futian is the most beautiful place!"

Everyone knows that this stable and prosperous life is entirely due to Xiuying's leadership.

"In this situation this year, I don't know how many people are suffering outside. It is really thanks to the kindness of our ancestors that we can be like this." Brother Wang said with emotion.

"Yes, from now on we will follow Xiuying and work hard, and our lives will definitely get better and better!" Uncle Zhao said confidently.

The entire Futian Village is immersed in harvest and joy, and is full of hope for the future.

After finishing the exchange, Xiuying didn't stop for a moment and immediately got busy.

She ordered loudly: "Dad, Mom, please prepare the chicken liver and duck intestines." Yang's father and mother responded and started to prepare them.

Then, Xiuying turned to her daughters and said, "Pomegranate, Osmanthus, and Wintersweet, go pick some fresh vegetables." The daughters ran happily to the vegetable garden.

Xiuying said to Taohua, "Taohua, cut the pork belly into slices and marinate it." Taohua nodded obediently, picked up the knife and started cutting the meat skillfully.

Yang's father and mother carefully cleaned the chicken liver and duck intestines, muttering, "This girl is so efficient at her work."

After Taohua cut the meat, she carefully sprinkled seasoning on it and began to marinate it, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead.

Seeing that everyone was busy in an orderly manner, Xiuying rolled up her sleeves and prepared braised chicken feet. The little girl loved to chew on chicken feet, and Huahua must like them too.

She first cleaned the chicken feet and cut the nails, looking very focused, as if she was treating a precious treasure.

Next, she poured an appropriate amount of water into the pot, added sliced ginger, scallions, and cooking wine, and blanched the chicken feet in cold water. When the water boiled, the chicken feet tumbled in the pot. She skimmed off the foam with a spoon, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes fixed on the pot.

After blanching the chicken feet, she removed them, rinsed them with cold water, and drained them for later use. Then, she began preparing the marinade, placing spices like star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, Sichuan peppercorns, and dried chilies on the chopping board.

Xiuying heated oil in a wok, added the spices and stir-fried until fragrant. She then added light and dark soy sauce, rock sugar, salt, and an appropriate amount of water, bringing it to a boil to make the marinade. She sniffed the aroma of the marinade and nodded with satisfaction.

Finally, she adds the chicken feet to the marinade, bringing it to a boil over high heat before reducing the heat to a simmer. During the marinade, she frequently turns the chicken feet to ensure each one is evenly seasoned. The rich aroma of the marinade fills the kitchen, making everyone salivate.

Xiuying deftly began preparing the hot pot base. She placed the various spices and seasonings on the stove, her eyes focused and determined, as if she were carrying out an important ritual.

First, she poured oil into the wok and heated it up. Then, she added chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, ginger, garlic, and other seasonings, stirring them continuously with a spatula. The wok suddenly crackled with a constant clatter, and the aroma filled the air. Beads of sweat gradually formed on her forehead, but her hands never stopped moving.

At this time, Xiuying shouted, "Dad, quickly bring the special pot over." Upon hearing the voice, Yang's father hurriedly and carefully brought the heavy special pot over.

Xiuying quickly poured the prepared hot pot base into the pot. With a sizzling sound, steam rose and the base swished in the pot, emitting an enticing aroma. She looked at the base in the pot with satisfaction, her lips curled up slightly.

The special hot pot in Xiuying's family has a unique shape and is quite ingenious. Xiuying drew the blueprint and asked Yang's father to make it.

The pot is round in shape and made of heavy copper, with a rustic sheen. It's about half a meter in diameter and just the right depth to hold a wide variety of ingredients.

The most special thing about the pot is that the middle part is hollow, specifically for placing charcoal fire. This hollow area is ingeniously designed, with fine hollow patterns around it, which not only facilitates ventilation and allows the charcoal fire to burn fully, but also adds a bit of beauty.

Charcoal fire is put in it, and the red flame flickers through the hollow space, which not only provides continuous and stable heat for the hot pot, but also creates a warm and lively atmosphere.

It is such a great happiness for a family to sit around such a hot pot, enjoying the warmth and sharing the delicious food.

After cleaning the chicken liver and duck intestines, Yang's father and mother were just about to sit down to rest when Xiuying handed them a basin of lamb tripe.

Father Yang took the basin and couldn't help but say, "My daughter, we really don't know why you like to eat these things that no one else eats, and why you leave that big fat piece of meat alone."

Mother Yang also echoed: "That's right, it's very troublesome to deal with this sheep tripe."

Xiuying smiled and said, "Dad, Mom, you don't understand. These are delicious when they are ready."

Yang's father and mother shook their heads helplessly. Although they didn't understand, they didn't stop their hands and began to clean the sheep's stomach carefully.

Father Yang frowned and scrubbed carefully, while Mother Yang helped change the water.

Father Yang muttered as he washed, "This kid has a weird taste."

Mother Yang sighed and said, "Let her do it, as long as she likes it."

After a while, the sheep's tripe was finally cleaned. Yang's father and mother breathed a sigh of relief and handed the washed sheep's tripe to Xiuying.

While Xiuying was busy preparing the ingredients, she kept thinking in her mind.

This time I have to make chicken soup, and it must be rich and thoughtful, so as to fully show how much I value it.

Last time, Mrs. Sun and Huahua returned home in such a bad mood. Maybe it was because I was negligent and didn’t treat them well.

But what went wrong? Was it the food that didn't taste right? Or was it a lack of enthusiasm in the conversation?

Oh no, no matter what, I must not make any mistakes this time.

Thinking of this, Xiuying quickened her movements and decided to braise some more ribs.

Xiuying thought to herself: It’s always a good idea to prepare more delicious food, and make sure everyone is satisfied and happy with the food.