Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

"Daughter-in-law, I'm back."

Zhang Zhiqiang knocked on the door.

"coming."

Ran Qiuye responded, opened the door, and asked Zhang Zhiqiang to push the bicycle into the house.

"Honey, where did you buy such a big chicken?"

Ran Qiuye looked at Zhang Zhiqiang's old hen and marveled at it. It was the biggest old hen she had ever seen.

"I met you at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative. You must be pregnant, so I thought of buying you one to supplement your diet."

Zhang Zhiqiang said with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness as he looked at Ran Qiuye.

"Ah? I cooked some porridge, and I thought we could just have some."

"Besides, I've only just gotten pregnant. Who would start replenishing their body right after getting pregnant?"

Ran Qiuye complained.

"Cook porridge? Is it already cooked?"

Zhang Zhiqiang asked.

"Yeah, it's already in the pot."

"Ah~"

As soon as Ran Qiuye finished speaking, Zhang Zhiqiang slapped Ran Qiuye hard on the butt, and Ran Qiuye couldn't help but scream.

"What are you doing?"

Ran Qiuye covered her buttocks. Zhang Zhiqiang's hands were really strong. She could have held back at night, so why couldn't she hold back now?

"Wife, I've already told you that I'm a very domineering person. All the housework must be done by me."

"Who asked you to cook? Huh? Why should you cook? That's my job."

Zhang Zhiqiang glared at Ran Qiuye fiercely and said domineeringly.

“My colleagues all cook at home.”

Ran Qiuye complained quietly, trying to tell Zhang Zhiqiang that it was reasonable for her to cook at home.

"Others are others, I have no right to interfere. Anyway, in our family, I am the only one who can cook for you. The most I can accept is that we cook together."

Zhang Zhiqiang raised his neck and said proudly.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, husband."

"Then let's have porridge tonight and save the chicken for tomorrow."

Ran Qiuye suggested.

"No, let's just stew this chicken today. What the hell is porridge? Even dogs won't drink it."

Zhang Zhiqiang shook his head and refused, and started looking for a knife and a basin to boil water.

"Why, honey, the chicken is so cute, why don't we eat it first?"

Ran Qiuye spoke.

"No, wife, think about it, this chicken is so fat. If we don't kill it tonight, it will have to starve all night."

"Let's not talk about anything else. What if the chicken becomes skinny due to hunger? Then I would have bought such a fat chicken for nothing."

Zhang Zhiqiang told his own twisted ideas.

"Then why don't we feed it something?"

Ran Qiuye said unconvincedly, what kind of chicken is that? It became thin after just one night of hunger.

"That's right, my dear. The old man told me that he always uses the best feed. How would we know what kind of feed he uses?"

"Feeding the chicken anything you want, let alone whether it can be full or not, what if the chicken gets diarrhea and has diarrhea all night? It will definitely lose half a pound of meat tomorrow."

Zhang Zhiqiang retorted that during this time he had already prepared the basin to collect the chicken blood and was about to sharpen his knife to kill the hens.

"Is this true? Is it that serious?"

Ran Qiuye asked doubtfully.

She was a little confused again, and now her mind was full of the fact that she had to eat the hen tonight, otherwise the hen would become thin tomorrow.

"That's right. Your man knows everything about astronomy and geography. How could he lie to you?"

Zhang Zhiqiang was fooling around seriously, he was already prepared.

"Then you said that Chinese people don't cheat Chinese people."

Ran Qiuye said that this was something she and her colleagues had just learned.

"Uh, wife, please get out of the way. Don't let the blood splash on you."

Zhang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, then quickly changed the subject and pushed Ran Qiuye out of the kitchen.

Zhang Zhiqiang looked a little strange. Did he say this now? Suddenly, Zhang Zhiqiang thought Ran Qiuye was also a time traveler.

Zhang Zhiqiang is a man with basic cooking skills, so it is very easy for him to prepare a chicken.

First, the hen is allowed to pass away without pain, and then its feathers are plucked with boiling water, revealing the true appearance of the fat chicken before your eyes.

Then take out the internal organs, chop the chicken into small even pieces, add seasonings, give the chicken a full body spa, and let it sit for fifteen minutes.

As for the pot of porridge, Zhang Zhiqiang had already taken it down. It would be nice to keep it and cook it for breakfast tomorrow morning.

"Wife, what are you playing?"

After Zhang Zhiqiang went out, he saw Ran Qiuye sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"It's okay, let's see what the class is for tomorrow. Where's the chicken?"

Ran Qiuye put down the book and asked.

"I went to another beautiful world, where the four seasons are evergreen, where birds sing and flowers bloom, where there is no pain or sorrow, and it is said that this is where the gods live."

Zhang Zhiqiang said playfully.

"You, that chicken is so unlucky to have met you."

Ran Qiuye was amused by Zhang Zhiqiang's words, but this was Zhang Zhiqiang, a worker with cultural background and eloquent speech.

What attracted Ran Qiuye to marry Zhang Zhiqiang was never his high salary, but Zhang Zhiqiang's cultural heritage, which made Ran Qiuye feel an emotional resonance.

In addition, Zhang Zhiqiang had saved Ran Qiuye, which made Ran Qiuye feel that Zhang Zhiqiang was both literary and martial, and she was full of admiration for Zhang Zhiqiang, which made Ran Qiuye fall in love with Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Haha, everything is almost ready, wife, just prepare to drink the chicken soup."

Zhang Zhiqiang walked over, hugged Ran Qiuye and said with a smile.

"good husband."

Ran Qiuye lay obediently on Zhang Zhiqiang's body, with a peaceful look on her face.

"Okay, wife, I'll go make soup for you."

After a while, Zhang Zhiqiang felt that the time was about right and prepared to start stewing the chicken soup.

"I also need to go."

Ran Qiuye said positively.

"Okay, let's go then."

Zhang Zhiqiang was still willing to cook together. He liked the feeling of being with Ran Qiuye.

Ran Qiuye happily walked to the kitchen with Zhang Zhiqiang.

Zhang Zhiqiang first chopped some onions, ginger and garlic, put lard into the pan, and after it melted, stir-fried the onions, ginger and garlic until fragrant. Then he put the chicken in and stir-fried it. He then added the spices and stir-fried until fragrant, then put the chicken in.

This is the key point that Zhang Zhiqiang uses to keep the aroma of the chicken soup. It must be fried first and then stewed. This way the stewed chicken soup will be more fragrant and delicious.

After stir-frying for two minutes, Zhang Zhiqiang fried the chicken until it shrunk and the skin turned yellow. He picked out the onions, ginger, garlic and star anise and discarded them. Their tasks had been completed and they could no longer remain in the pot.

Then Zhang Zhiqiang added boiling water, put in seasonings and eggs, and cooked the clear soup over low heat and the thick soup over high heat, so Zhang Zhiqiang cooked the chicken soup over high heat.

"Honey, why do you put eggs in chicken soup?"

Ran Qiuye asked curiously when she saw Zhang Zhiqiang's operation.

“This is how I do it, and I gave the dish a name.”

Zhang Zhiqiang said with a smile in his eyes.

"Huh? What's your name?"

Ran Qiuye asked curiously.

"How about calling it Ba Wang Bi Ji? Pretty unique, right?"

Zhang Zhiqiang said proudly.

"What? Farewell My Concubine is the Ji in Yu Ji, not the Chicken in the Egg."

Ran Qiuye complained with a look of disgust.

"Oh, it's just a name, don't take it seriously."

Zhang Zhiqiang went over and hugged Ran Qiuye.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Zhiqiang turned the high heat to low heat, and then left with Ran Qiuye. There was no need to worry about it now, just let it simmer slowly.