It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 107

Jiang Yan looked around expectantly, hoping someone would stand up and argue, "No, I'm a good cook, I can do it."

As a result, even Nanny Huang, who lived decades longer, lowered her head in shame.

Jiang Yan asked unwillingly, "Roasting chicken and ribs requires controlling the heat, but boiling eggs or chicken in plain water, something as simple as this should work, right?"

If this doesn't work, she will suspect that they are lazy and don't want to work.

"That will work. But..." Baoqin spread her hands helplessly and sighed, "We don't have any cooking utensils."

This is the second difficulty that bothers them besides cooking. The containers in the yard are either made of wood or porcelain, and they are completely unable to withstand the test of fire.

In addition, the bowls and chopsticks they brought were taken away by the Chang family's servants for cleaning after they finished their meal early in the morning on the day of the house arrest and have never been returned.

In the entire courtyard, only half of the tableware for Miss Fu's own use was left. If broken down, it consisted of three bowls, three plates, one lamp, one cup and two porcelain cups.

Jiang Yan took several deep breaths and forced himself to suppress the madness in his heart, so as not to faint from excessive emotional fluctuations.

After quickly reviewing the tools available in the courtyard, Jiang Yan turned to the Fu girl who had come outside and asked, "Girl, can I use the copper teapot they used to boil water for you, the scissors you used to subdue Madam Huang, and your cutlery?"

Fu Weixin nodded somewhat confusedly.

……

Although the copper teapot has a relatively small diameter and is not very convenient to use, its capacity is sufficient and it can be used to cook porridge or soup. If the lid is turned upside down, it can also be used to make small pancakes.

But before that, you need to boil two more pots of water, otherwise it will always be contaminated by the smell of food.

Jiang Yan spontaneously took on the responsibility of preparing meals in the hospital. Compared to Baoqin who was worried that Fu Nulang would have difficulty swallowing, she was more afraid that she would also have difficulty swallowing. After all, everyone's acceptance threshold was quite different.

Baoqin and Yile could even eat the extremely unpalatable meal of the servants in the Chang Mansion without batting an eyelid. They both said that they had to close their eyes before eating. Jiang Yan did not challenge herself.

Although her cooking skills are not very good, she can still make some ordinary dishes, at least to her taste.

Jiang Yan assigned the task of preparing food to Baoqin and Huanyan, and asked Tingying to go to the yard to break off a few plum tree branches, peel them and give them to everyone to use as chopsticks.

When everything was ready, Jiang Yan took his red and swollen hands out of his sleeves, then used a plum branch to pick out a few pieces of chicken meat that seemed to have a little yellow fat, and threw them into the copper pot with a burning bottom.

There was a crackling sound, and Jiang Yan used a plum branch to poke it back and forth a few times, and only a tiny bit of oil could be seen.

Alas~ Jiang Yan sighed softly. These days chickens don’t have enough to eat, and they can’t grow fat just like her.

Since there was no oil to refine, Jiang Yan threw all the chicken pieces cut by Huanyan into the pot.

Soon, the aroma of meat and marinade filled the entire side room and then spread out.

The maid guarding the east gate knew that the young master of the Chang family had been here, so it was not surprising that she sent some food to the girls in the courtyard. However, she did not expect that there would be the smell of meat.

But the maid guarding the west gate was unaware of this and was very surprised that there was food stored in the guest house and that people were cooking by themselves.

The small hen weighing a little over a pound had very little meat on it. Jiang Yan used a plum branch to stir-fry it a few times, then added a small cup of water and waited for it to boil.

Baoqin had already used the silver spoon that Fu Nulang used to drink sweet soup to scoop out two half bowls of flour, and the cloth bag was suddenly one third empty.

Jiang Yan tentatively added water little by little to the bowl, stirred it into flocs with a silver spoon, and then gave it to Baoqin and Tingying to knead it into dough and then pinch it into small pieces.

He took out half of the cooked chicken from the pot and put it into Fu Nulang's porcelain cup. Then he added eight or nine cups of water to the pot, put in half of the soaked dried vegetables, and a pinch of salt.

After the water boils, add the dough balls.

"We'll be having dinner soon." Jiang Yan said solemnly to Fu Nulang and several companions who were waiting on the side.