Although Yang Ruoqing wears several layers of identity, each one more prominent and noble than the next, she still maintains her original intention in the village and treats others the same way she used to treat them now.

Especially since the other party came over to compliment Xiao An earlier, Yang Ruoqing calmly started a family affair with the other party.

When I returned home after washing the dishes, there was no one in the hall. There was only a drained tea bowl on the table, and two plates of melon seeds and peanuts that had not been put away yet, but Xiao An and Sun were not there.

Yang Ruoqing called out and came to the backyard carrying a vegetable basket.

As soon as I arrived in the backyard, I heard the clucking sound coming from the chicken coop, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

Is this... killing a chicken?

Sure enough, Mrs. Sun came from around the corner of the kitchen, holding a chicken in her arms, with two chicken feathers in her hair, her face flushed and excited.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing, Mrs. Sun greeted her loudly: "Qing'er, bring the baby over for dinner at night, and I'll kill the chicken."

Yang Ruoqing naturally responded and asked about Xiao An's whereabouts.

Sun said: "I saw that he was sweating all over from running. I originally wanted to ask him to take a bath and change clothes, but he didn't listen and had to go to the drying yard at the south end of the village to find your father."

"Oh, that's it, then let him go, mother, you go get the vegetables and leave the chicken to me to kill."

"No, no, no, don't get your hands dirty. I kill chickens very quickly. You go to the front yard to have a sip of tea and have a rest."

Yang Ruoqing didn't take a break either, so she rushed into the kitchen to prepare vegetables.

Because she was rushing to serve the dishes at night and was pressed for time, the old hen was not suitable, so Mrs. Sun picked a baby chicken and killed it.

The chicken was not very big, so Sun peeled a few potatoes and put them together to make two large bowls of roasted chicken with potatoes.

He opened the jar again and took out two pieces of bacon as big as his palm.

The bacon is still pickled during the Chinese New Year. It is 30% lean and 70% fat. It is smeared with salt, minced garlic and ginger and placed in a sealed jar, where it is eaten until the hot weather.

Sun took out the two palm-sized pieces of bacon, washed them, scalded them in boiling water and then let them cool.

Then cut the meat into large, light, thin and transparent slices and place them neatly in a black pottery bowl.

I heated up the oil pan again, fried some seasonings such as minced garlic, ginger, millet and spicy, added a little sugar to enhance the flavor, poured it all over the bacon, and sprinkled a handful of green chopped green onions before serving.

This bowl of plain-cut bacon is the best side dish during the summer.

Regardless of whether it is eaten plain-cut or steamed directly on top of rice, it is always the first choice to accompany rice and wine, and it is also Yang Huazhong's favorite.

"There isn't much bacon left in the jar. I can only eat it twice and it will be gone," Mrs. Sun said to Yang Ruoqing while cooking other dishes.

"Both your father and Xiao An like to eat it. I'm thinking about making more bacon when we pick up salty goods during the twelfth lunar month this year."

Yang Ruoqing was squatting at the door of the kitchen with a basin of rice in her hand, picking out the sand in the rice with the remaining light outside. When she heard Sun's plan, she laughed twice without looking back, "Mom, it's still summer here.

, I’m probably the only one in the village who can eat cured meat. If your words spread, I don’t know how many people will be starved to death!”

Mrs. Sun was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

"Save the Chinese New Year cured meats for the summer. The taste is just different. Your fourth uncle must have been thinking about our plain-cut bacon for a long time. Will you call him over for a cup later at night?"
Chapter completed!