My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

Yang Fenglan hadn't been to the mountains in a long time, and after walking all morning, her back and legs ached.

They harvested half a basket of toon sprouts, a pheasant, and five wild eggs.

Shen Yu also saw the wild eggs, and Yang Fenglan volunteered to pick them up—it wouldn't be right to shamelessly scramble for the spoils without doing some work.

When she went to dig up the pheasant's nest, she stepped on a slender, twisted snake, which startled her so much that she jumped three feet high.

After collecting the wild eggs, my legs were still trembling, like a butterfly flapping its wings, weak and helpless.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Yang Fenglan was on the verge of tears.

Shen Yu was too tired to walk any further, so she quickly agreed.

Yang Fenglan's legs were still weak, and it wasn't until she reached the back of the mountain and stepped onto the path that they felt a little better.

Back home, Yang Fenglan put down her basket and lay down on the bed, swaying slightly.

"I want to go home, I want to go to the city, sob sob..."

The days of time travel were too bitter.

When reading novels, I feel envious when the protagonist goes into the mountains to hunt for treasures. But when it comes to myself, I only wish I had two more legs to run away.

If it weren't for the pressure of making a living, who would be willing to go to the mountains every day?

It took a while for the fear of stepping on the snake to dissipate.

Yang Fenglan got up and went into the kitchen to tidy up.

I haven't finished the rice I cooked yesterday; I can just heat it up and eat it.

We'll eat wild pheasant.

However, since Shen Yu was the one who saw the pheasant, it might not be a good idea for her to handle it directly.

Yang Fenglan, carrying a pheasant, knocked on the door of the west room.

Shen Yu washed her face and sat by the window embroidering a handkerchief. She was displeased to be disturbed.

Yang Fenglan grinned, "Xiaoyu, this pheasant is completely dead and can't be sold. How about we make do and eat it?"

Shen Yu rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay any attention to her.

Anyway, I asked for her opinion.

As for the wild eggs, Yang Fenglan wanted to keep them, but she only had one penny left. She was anxious and wanted to set up a stall on the street to sell everything she saw.

Yang Fenglan started a fire to boil water and began stewing the chicken.

Once the water boiled, Yang Fenglan squatted at the kitchen door to scald the chicken feathers.

Once the boiling water was poured on it, the pheasant immediately emitted an unpleasant smell. She was really not good at plucking feathers and chopping chickens.

He pouted his lips to cover his nose, and his hands groped haphazardly.

After plucking all the chicken feathers, including the fine downy feathers, Yang Fenglan lit some dry grass in front of the stove and placed the chicken on the flames.

Then they cut open the abdomen, washed the internal organs, and cleaned the intestines.

"The meat is delicious, but it's hard to cook."

It took a long time to clean the chicken.

The pheasant was very fat. She took out a large piece of chicken fat, but Yang Fenglan couldn't bear to eat it. Instead, she rendered it into oil and put it in a small bowl.

Rinse the chicken thoroughly, blanch it in cold water, skim off the foam, drain it, put it back in the pot, add the previously boiled hot water, smash a piece of ginger, cover the pot, and start stewing.

The rich aroma quickly spread to every corner of the yard.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Jingyi took a deep sniff. "It smells so good. I don't remember my mother's stewed meat smelling this good before."

"What doesn't smell good when you're hungry?" Shen Yu was also tempted by the aroma of meat in the air.

But in an instant, her face fell.

The chicken was stewed, but she probably didn't get much meat in her mouth.

She knew the Yang family too well. Whenever they had a good meal, they would always think of the Zhou family. When she first married into the family, she would crave stewed meat, but when it was ready, her mother-in-law would first serve a bowl to the Zhou family, leaving hardly any meat.

As for the Zhou family, those who ate well would eat behind closed doors.

Shen Yu shook her head self-deprecatingly. Oh well, if she can't eat it, she can't eat it. She doesn't care about those two pieces of meat.

Yang Fenglan would occasionally lift the pot lid to take a peek.

The soup, simmered over high heat, is milky white and has a very rich aroma.

Next, reduce the heat to low and simmer.

While the soup was simmering, Yang Fenglan filled a large basin with water, rinsed the toon sprouts, and used the water to water the vegetables in the backyard.

Toona sinensis sprouts don't keep well, so they can be pickled and preserved for later consumption.

After washing the toon sprouts, Yang Fenglan put them in a bamboo sieve to drain the water, and then washed an earthenware jar to store the pickled vegetables.

The chicken wasn't tender enough, and Yang Fenglan was getting impatient.

I wonder if Wang and her mother-in-law went to water the fields today. If they did, they will definitely come looking for her again.

If they smell the chicken soup, they'll definitely be targeted again.