What should he do next? Mou Lin thought for a while, but he couldn't think of what to do next." If I go into the space and plant the land, what if someone comes up from the village?
No, he could not do such a thing at this time. If he wanted to do it, he could only do it at night. He had been busy all night last night and had not slept well yet. I might as well go to sleep. When I wake up, it will definitely be night time. At that time, it will be time for me to show off my magical powers again.”
After making up his mind, he closed the door, walked into the bedroom, and fell asleep on the bed.
Young people had a lot of drowsiness. This was what the saying of not being able to sleep for the first 30 years and not being able to sleep for the next 30 years was about. After thirty, people would not sleep much, and after forty, they would sleep even less.
When they reached their age, they couldn't fall asleep on the bed, but when they sat there, their eyes would immediately fight and they would snore after a while. However, if you advised him to go to bed, he would immediately open his eyes wide and not feel sleepy at all.
When he woke up, the sun in the sky was only three meters away from falling down the mountain in the distance. Hurry up and cook. "At this time, no one will come to my place. Taking advantage of this time to deal with these six pheasants is the most important thing.”
He heated up the pot and filled it with water. He added a few pieces of firewood to the stove and did not need to care.
He took the pheasants out of the space and first drew a word on their necks. Then, he put the blood into a soup basin and added a little salt into the basin. The blood from the six pheasants was not little. It was more than half a basin.
"Hehe, this is great. This pot of chicken blood can be used to make a basin of blood curd. He did not expect the space to have such a preservation ability. The pheasant had been dead for half a day. If it was placed outside, the blood would definitely have solidified. However, it was still guaranteed to be warm in the space.
Alright, from now on, I can put the things I make in the space and eat them whenever I want. It was indeed not easy to cook for one person. Now that he was not feeding the pigs, there was no place to pour the food he had cooked.”
He brought the bucket over and placed the pheasant inside. The water in the pot was also boiled. He scooped two ladles of water and poured it on the pheasant. After scalding it, he lifted it up. The hard feathers on the wings and tail had to be placed on the other side. If they were lacking in floaters, they could be cut off and used.
The feathers on the pheasants were very easy to pluck, and one could be plucked out in a few moves. It didn't even take fifteen minutes to pluck all the feathers of the six pheasants.
He started a fire outside. When the fire was burning brightly, he used a pair of fire tongs to clamp the pheasant's neck. He held the pheasant's leg in his hand and gently burned it. The soft fur was burned away in an instant.
He took out a stainless steel basin and a soup basin from the kitchen again and brought the six pheasants to the well to open their stomachs. The chicken intestines, gizzards, hearts, and livers were placed aside to be cleaned. The crops and windpipes were placed on the other side. The cow dung on the chicken's butt had to be cut off as well. No one ate that. It was placed together with the crops and the lungs.
After the six chickens had their bellies cut open, the internal organs were piled up in a huge pile. He placed the pheasants in the big basin and then cleaned the internal organs.
He cut open the chicken gizzard with a knife. The membrane of chicken's gizzard was a good thing. It was a good traditional Chinese medicine used by children to treat food obstruction. He turned the chicken intestines over and washed them a few times. After making sure that there was nothing dirty on them, he took them under his nose and sniffed them. After making sure that there was no strange smell, he placed it in another bowl.
He ran into the house and found a piece of gauze. He wrapped all the unwanted things up and tied them up with a thread. He gently dug a small pit beside the well and placed the bag of unused chicken innards inside. He stretched out his hand and the water in the space flowed out.
"Hehe, if I use the chicken innards soaked in the well water in the space to lure the fish, wouldn't those fish try their best to drill into the shrimp cage? He hoped that the quality of the new prawn cage he bought was really as good as that sister had said.
Half of a cubic meter could contain hundreds or even thousands of fish. If it was all prawns, it would be good too. It would weigh at least 100 to 200 catties.”
He brought the cleaned pheasant and internal organs to the kitchen. He first washed his hands and grabbed some pickled ginger, pickled chili, and other pickled vegetables from the jar. He placed it on the chopping board and cut it into small pieces, then placed it in a big bowl for later use.
Then, he placed the chicken innards on the chopping board. The chicken gizzards were cut into thin slices, the chicken intestines were cut into small pieces that were one inch long, and the chicken heart and liver were chopped twice. The chicken heart was only that big. If it was cut into small pieces and stir-fried, it might not be found. The chicken liver was not easy to cut. It was very pink and would shatter if it was not done well.
"I'm not from a restaurant family. As long as I think the food is delicious, there's no need to be so meticulous.”
He turned around and felt that something was still missing." I still need garlic sprouts. I have to go to the fields to take a look. Those onions and garlic can be considered spicy food. I hope those pheasants and rabbits won't taste so bad."”
He walked to the ground and looked." Fortunately, they only came here to take a look and smell. Perhaps they're not used to eating this, so they didn't move. Then I'll just plant all the onions, ginger, and garlic in this area in the future.
Those guys would definitely not come here again after seeing it. But if that was the case, where would I go to hunt if I wanted to eat wild rabbits and pheasants? Besides, if there are guests, can I take out all kinds of dishes from my space to entertain them?
From the looks of it, I still had to suffer a little. Even if it was just for show, I had to do it. At the very least, he could lure many wild chickens and rabbits, but it would be a little harder. Sigh, he hadn't practiced for a whole day yesterday.
Tonight, he had to find time to practice properly. If he spent three days fishing and two days drying the net, he definitely wouldn't be able to practice his martial arts well. If I practice my kung fu well, the two wild rabbits that ran away last night would definitely not be able to run away. My kung fu is still not good enough, so I must practice more hidden weapons.”
He pulled out more than ten garlic sprouts and a few green onions, washed them by the well, and cut them in the kitchen.
He scooped up the water in the pot and poured it away. It was not like before. All the water had to be used sparingly. In the past, he would have scooped up the water and put it in another big basin or water tank.
He added firewood to the stove again and poured oil into the pot. After the oil was heated up, he poured the chicken offal into it and stir-fried it twice. Then, he poured in ginger, chili, and other pickles to stir-fry quickly. He added cooking wine and gourmet powder, then added garlic sprouts, and quickly stir-fried them twice.
He put the chicken oil into the pot and used a spatula to squeeze out the oil inside. After he was done, he scooped out the dried oil residue and placed it in a small bowl. After adding an appropriate amount of water, he quickly took out a piece of ginger and washed it. Then, he patted it hard, chopped it into foam, and added it to the pot.
After a while, the fragrance of ginger wafted out of the pot. The pheasant blood had long been frozen. He used a knife to cut it a few times and took out a piece with his hand. At this time, the water in the pot had not boiled yet, so he quickly cut the chicken blood into small pieces and put them into the pot. Once the water was boiled, he could add an appropriate amount of salt, gourmet powder, and onions.
He added some water and put in the dried noodles after it boiled. When it was 80% cooked, he picked it into a bowl and poured a spoonful of chicken giblets on it. A bowl of fragrant chicken giblets noodles was ready. If he added a spoonful of chicken blood at this time, the noodles would be even more delicious.
Mou Lin picked up the bowl and started eating. This was the best meal he had eaten in a few days, and he had cooked it with his own hands.
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