47: The Pheasant Was Fat

The Pheasant Was Fat

Hahaha. As expected, this was something a father would have experienced. It was impossible for a child not to pee when on someone else!2

"Oh no," Ye Lulu said hypocritically. "It's true that the baby hasn't peed today. It seems that he really likes you. He was so happy to be hugged by you that he peed on you. Are you touched?"

Guan Chibei looked up meaningfully. He didn't move, but she was extremely happy.

What could he do about his son?

He could not throw him away.

Guan Chibei put his second child back and stood up. He said that he would go out and change his clothes.

Ye Lulu thought back to what Guan Chibei had said just now. The reason why there was a lot of staple food sold was that most people at the docks were on their way, and what they needed were solid grains. Those who did manual labor and those who ran boats had to fill their stomachs. Those who rushed to the docks required dry rations on their way.

Therefore, it made sense to sell staple food that filled the stomachs or dry rations. Also, she was a little surprised by Guan Chibei's words about rice. She, who came from the modern world, knew that he was referring to Gaijiaofan.

It was delicious and could fill one's stomach. It was the choice of most people at the docks. No wonder business was the best. Those crew members had been on the ship for so many days. Upon smelling something so fragrant, they would definitely be willing to run down the ship to buy a portion.

As there were many people at the docks and there were many stalls, this place had already become the most bustling marketplace. When everyone went over, they could try food that filled their stomachs and interesting snacks at the same time.

As for the hot soup noodles and porridge, they were selling well because it was almost winter and the weather was getting colder. Everyone was more inclined to eat hot food.

Ye Lulu thought about it and understood.

Ye Lulu had the intention to do business and earn money, but she did not mention this to Mother Rong and the rest immediately. This was because in ancient times, especially in the rural mountains, doing business was not a small matter. Everyone led a tough life and they would not take risks in a short period of time.

Besides, she had to plan first.

That night, after planning for a while, Ye Lulu fed the babies milk and changed the babies' diapers with the help of Mother Rong and the rest before sleeping.

After two or three days, Guan Chibei raised his eyebrows. He did not know why she had not mentioned it. Was she afraid that the Guan family would object?

But he didn't say anything. He just watched what Ye Lulu would do.

Today, the family ate braised chicken meat. Guan Chibei had hunted wild pheasants in the mountains. Now that Ye Lulu had nourished herself well, the pheasants he had hunted did not need to be exchanged for domesticated chickens. A fat pheasant in the autumn weighed three catties. Its meat was very thick and firm.

Mother Rong saved the chicken blood and made it into a version of Mao Xue Wang, just like the last time. Just as the chicken was about to be braised, Mother Rong heard from Ye Lulu that it could be made into something like a… 'sizzling chicken.'

When Ye Lulu heard from Mother Rong and the rest in the house that they were making braised chicken, she was stunned for a moment and shared a new way of eating.

The chicken pieces were first pickled with ginger, sesame oil, seasoning wine, white sugar, salt, soy sauce, and a little sauce. When Mother Rong heard that she had to use so many ingredients before making the dish, her heart ached so much that her face distorted. She wore a 'painful mask' and was just about to say, "Are we going to make this 'sizzling chicken'? Why don't we give it a miss? It would waste a lot of ingredients…"

The children looked up at Mother Rong and tugged at her apron. In this period of time, the children from the Guan family had already found out a few times that the delicious food at home was prepared from the methods Sixth Aunt had shared!

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