After some bumps, we finally arrived, the second child covered his head that hit several times and hurriedly got out of the car, during which I heard the sound of scraping the chassis several times, I looked at Uncle Li was checking, I went over and asked, "Uncle Li, the car is not scratched, right?" Uncle Li had an expression on his face that was more ugly than crying, "It's okay!" "Seeing that it was almost late, and the danger of going down the mountain at night increased, so we asked Uncle Li to park the car and go in with us. Uncle Li couldn't help it, so he had to follow us. Watching the smoke rise from the village where I was located warmed me up, I came back. Xiao Wei and Long Hui obviously felt the same way.

"It's been a long time since I've been to a village like this," Uncle Li sighed. Then we walked towards the village. Along the way, I met many uncles who were farming home, and Xiaowei and Long Hui greeted each other. The uncles all smiled, "Xiaoyuan, Xiaowei, Xiaohui is back," I greeted all the way along the way, "Grandma Yu, did you find your chicken?" "No, I don't know where to hide." A gray-haired, wrinkled grandmother answered me with a smile on crutches. "Grandpa Long, are your eyes better?" "It's a lot, thank you Xiaoyuan for your concern" and when they saw us coming back, they hurriedly shouted, "Xiaoyuan, Xiaowei, Xiaohui is back from studying?" Holiday? Are you still used to it at school? We answered them one by one

Soon, when I arrived at my house, Xiaowei and Long Hui naturally wanted to go back, saying that they would go back first to play after dinner, my house was built of wood, surrounded by a layer of stones, and the whole house was enclosed, and in the courtyard inside, this squatting group of chickens, that pile of ducks, the second and third were curious about everything here, I called my parents, and I saw a middle-aged couple of men and women coming out of the kitchen, and I ran over. "Xiao Yuan is back? That's your friend in the back, right? Hurry up and sit in the house together. "My parents know that the friends I brought home are friends who take good care of me at school and can have fun.

What I didn't pay attention to was that Uncle Li kept looking at Guan Gong in the yard. I laughed and said, "That's what I used to play with when I was bored when I was a kid." Uncle Li sighed, and then was enthusiastically pulled by my parents to sit down in the house, because in the village, there is that kind of fire, and the meals are all in one place, but the kitchen is on the other side, that is, the yard stove, and the rice cooked in the pot is particularly fragrant, presumably many people have eaten it, right? Especially the layer of pot at the bottom of the pot, which is particularly fragrant and crispy, and it can be said to be a great enjoyment in the world with a little side dish wrapped in it.

The second and third took a bite in disbelief, only to find that they couldn't stop at all, and Uncle Li said while eating, "I haven't eaten it for a long time." "It's also in the city, how can those who eat in the city compare with those in the countryside? And most of the ones in the city are not authentic. My parents specially came for my friend, added a dish, that is one of our most delicious specialties, called flower chicken, first scald the hair with boiling water, then clean the hair, from the chicken buttocks to open a small hole, the internal organs slowly out of the hole, to ensure that the chicken is as complete as possible and flavorful.

After the internal organs are cleaned, rinse them with water many times, then wrap the condiments in a cloth, and then stuff them into the small hole, and then wrap them in three or four layers with lotus leaves, wrap them in yellow mud, and bake them in the fire. The second and third children are even more surprised by this, it's not that they haven't eaten it, but it's the first time to watch others start making live chickens, Uncle Li seems to be particularly interested in this, and he looks very seriously.

After the incident, my dad brought the chicken up, slowly got the mud off, and then peeled off the lotus leaves one by one, and the whole chicken was freshly baked. Smelling it makes us drool. Waiting for my parents to serve the last dish and said, "Let's go." "The three of us tore a piece of the chicken called Hua, as soon as the mouth was the fragrance of lotus leaves, chewed a few times, the taste of the condiment in the chicken belly began to volatilize, an indescribable feeling, but we only have one thought in our hearts, that is, delicious, can not be wasted!