At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Qingzhi put down the brush in his hand and rubbed his stiff and painful right arm.
He had already finished writing the three thousand words for today and had no intention of continuing. Besides... he was hungry.
The Zhu family had an early breakfast, and also an early lunch. Now, almost five hours have passed since he had lunch.
Dinner should be ready... Li Qingzhi looked at the two children: "Da Mao and Er Mao, let's go have dinner."
"Dad, what are we having for dinner today?" Li Ermao rushed to Li Qingzhi and asked. What he cared about most now was what to eat for every meal.
"We should eat chicken today." Li Qingzhi said with a smile.
Li Ermao's saliva was about to drip out, and Li Damao also kept swallowing his saliva.
"Big Mao and Second Mao, kiss daddy. Daddy will give you chicken legs later." Li Qingzhi bent down.
Li Damao and Li Ermao, each on one side, kissed him on the face together.
The children’s mouths were very soft, and their faces felt tingling when they were kissed… Li Qingzhi really wanted to pick up the two children, one in each hand.
But he couldn't hold her.
With a sigh, Li Qingzhi took the two children's hands and went to the kitchen.
On the way, Li Damao asked, "Dad, don't we have to wait until the New Year to eat chicken? Can we eat it now?"
"Yes, Daddy makes money by writing books for others, so he can eat PUBG." Li Qingzhi said.
"Dad, when I grow up, I will also help others write books." Li Ermao said.
"good."
"Dad, I'll write too!" Li Damao followed.
"Okay, let's write together." Li Qingzhi coaxed the child with a smile.
His son is so cute!
And... the chicken stewed in the kitchen is so delicious!
Li Qingzhi had already smelled the chicken and was actually as greedy as the two children.
Basically, families with land in Chongcheng County raise chickens, but they don’t raise many.
Chickens will find food and eat insects and vegetable leaves on their own, but they cannot be full on just these, so they must be fed some millet.
Families with more land and more harvests can raise more chickens. But if ordinary families raise too many chickens, they will not have enough food to eat.
But wealthy families have no shortage of chicken to eat. For example, Zhu Qian bought a lot of land outside the city and hired people to farm and raise chicken.
"Mr. Li, you're here!" The cook in the kitchen saw Li Qingzhi and greeted him with a smile: "Your chicken is ready!"
The Zhu family hired a cook and four cooks to help with cooking.
There were so many people because in addition to the Zhu family, there were also a large number of managers and servants eating.
The cook usually only cooks for the Zhu family, and the food that Li Qingzhi and his family eat is prepared by the cook.
Li Qingzhi was very happy: "That's great, I can't wait to eat it."
"Then Mr. Li, please come and eat." The cook invited Li Qingzhi in and asked the cook to bring the chicken.
He liked Li Qingzhi very much. After all, Li Qingzhi always ate with relish every time he came to the kitchen.
However, Li Qingzhi came to Zhu's house to copy books. He was a scholar, so he didn't dare to talk to Li Qingzhi before.
The chicken was stewed in a casserole with chicken liver, gizzards and heart in it. When Li Qingzhi saw this, he was wondering where the chicken intestines had gone, worried that they would be wasted, but then he saw that the servants were eating chicken intestine, chicken blood and winter melon soup.
That made sense. People at that time wouldn't even waste chicken feathers, so he didn't have to worry about them wasting food.