C16 Cymbidium

Ning Yu watered the peach tree for a while, then let old man Tang go back first. After all, Ning Tian was there alone, so Ning Yu was still a little worried.

When Ning Yu sprayed the whole peach tree, it was already 4 or 5 in the afternoon. The weather was currently hot at noon, but it would still get cold sooner or later. Ning Yu stood by the stream and washed his shoes and the plastic pot containing pesticides before returning to the brick house.

Just as Ning Yu pushed open the gate and entered, he ran in happily.

"Daddy! Daddy! Grandfather has caught a beautiful wild chicken!"

"Wild chicken?"

Ning Yu placed the kettle against the wall, it was located a distance away from his son, so he did not let him get too close. After all, when spraying pesticides on his body, he would more or less get a bit of it.

As the father and son walked in, Ning Yu asked, "Where did you catch a wild chicken?"

Ning Tian said happily: "That wild chicken is stupid, it ran into my grandfather's net, I brought it home with me."

"Is that so?"

Ning Yu followed Ning Tian to the corner of the wall to take a look. Sure enough, a wild chicken was tied up, the wild chicken was different from the domesticated chickens, its entire body had a grayish white fur, its tail was extremely long, and it was skinny and long.

The wild chicken had its feet tied up, wings tied, and was still hopping nonstop, and like that, it could fly twenty centimeters away, but right when it left the ground, it was smacked back by Huang's paw. Seeing that it had moved away, the Huang would still use its claws to drag it back to its original spot, the scene looked quite funny.

"Dad, grandpa said to come back tonight after we eat pheasants. He told you to call grandma and tell grandma to come eat with us."

Ning Yu nodded: "Alright, I'll call your grandma right now."

Ning Yu called Han Xiaomei. Han Xiaomei heard that her grandson had caught a chicken and was very happy about it, but she didn't come over. She told Ning Yu to be careful when he brings Ning Tian back at night.

When he saw that Ning Yu had returned, he said, "You came back just in time. I'll boil some hot water over there, go take a bath quickly. I'll kill the chicken, tonight we'll have chicken soup, did you call your mother?"

She did, "Ning Yu said," She said that she had some matters to attend to and decided not to come over.

"Your mother, it's even harder than asking the president of the country to eat," the Uncle Tang muttered, "This chicken was caught on the mountain. I was afraid that you would still be bored after coming back for a while, so I took it for a walk around the mountain, but unfortunately, this thing fell into the trap I made on the mountain. I immediately caught it and brought it back, otherwise, we wouldn't be able to catch a single wild chicken every day for ten to half a month."

Ning Tian knew that his old man Tang was praising him. He looked quite proud, but was too embarrassed to show off too much, so he just pursed his lips and smiled sweetly.

When Ning Yu saw this, he couldn't help but reach out to stroke his hair. Old man Tang said unhappily: "I just got the pesticide, don't touch the child with your hands, quickly go and take a bath."

Being looked down upon, Ning Yu was not angry, and helplessly nodded: "Alright, I'll be going now."

The reason why Ning Yu left his clothes here was because it was convenient to change. The temperature was decreasing, and it was easy for him to get sick while wearing sweaty clothes.

When Ning Yu finished his bath and came out, the wild chicken had already been stewed, the firewood in the kitchen was slowly stewed. Old Man Tang picked some fresh wormwood from the back of the house and mashed it with stone garlic.

Ning Yu had just finished his bath and didn't even need to wash his hands. Seeing that Old Man Tang was already adding the glutinous rice flour, he raised his sleeves and said, "Uncle Tang, I'll do it."

"No need for you, no need for you," Old Man Tang used his arm to block Ning Yu, and already started kneading it himself, "Do you want to knead it or not? If it's not nice to cook it for a while, it's a waste of my glutinous rice flour.

Ning Tian nodded his head, and said: "I like everything that Grandpa cooks."

Old Tang smiled, "We're the most sensible, the most obedient, and we're giving our grandfather the most face!"

Ning Tian sat on the side with his chin held up and smiled sweetly at Old Man Tang, making him extremely happy.

Old Tang's cymbals were very simple and original. After adding glutinous rice flour and salt into the crushed leaves, he kneaded them for a while, letting the flour and leaves fuse together completely. Afterwards, he made a round dun about the size of his palm, with a thin and smooth thickness, which he then fried in an oil pan. The cymbals were soft and tender, and because they only had salt added to them, apart from a light salty taste, they retained the original aroma of the leaf.

After an hour, the chicken soup was ready, and the Ciba was ready. Each and every one of them fried the chicken soup until it was crispy. Just these two dishes were enough for their ancestors to eat for three generations.

Old Man Tang liked to drink a little, so he gave all the chicken feet, chicken bottoms and the like to himself. With two chicken legs, Ning Yu and Ning Tian would each spit out a bone.

On such a cool night, drinking the delicious but not greasy chicken soup and eating the tender and refreshing glutinous rice cake, he felt that everything had become especially calm and serene.

After having dinner at Old Man Tang's house, Ning Yu and Ning Tian had to return. Old Man Tang was worried, so he decided to send them off for a while.