Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

He walked back to the center of the yard, about to continue working, when Qin Liping followed him: "Your arms are really strong!"

She stared at Chen Yongqiang's strong arms, the overwhelming masculine aura emanating from them was very attractive to her, and she even had the urge to reach out and touch them.

"Don't get too close when someone is chopping wood." Chen Yongqiang picked up another piece of wood from the ground and placed it down, but didn't rush to use the axe.

"Liping, don't disturb Yongqiang while he's working," Qin Lijuan reminded him sensibly from the side.

After the two sisters went into the kitchen to watch TV, Chen Yongqiang continued chopping wood.

He chopped more and more, actually secretly taking out the firewood stored in his space.

Chen Yongqiang only stopped when the eaves were piled high with food.

He put away the axe and went into the kitchen to wash his hands. Lin Xiulian thoughtfully handed him a towel.

As Chen Yongqiang wiped his sweat, Qin Liping's gaze involuntarily drifted towards him, and upon seeing him, her heart began to pound rapidly.

"There's still quite a bit of mutton left from lunch. I'll make some steamed buns to go with it tonight," Lin Xiulian said, discussing dinner arrangements with him.

"Don't we still have some 'rouge rice' at home? Let's cook rice tonight." Chen Yongqiang wiped the sweat from his neck with a towel.

"There's still some left, so let's make rice." Lin Xiulian nodded, agreeing with him.

"Okay, make more. I'd like to invite Uncle Qin over for dinner tonight." Chen Yongqiang put the towel into the basin and wrung it out.

"Okay." Although Lin Xiulian didn't know why he wanted to invite Qin Shan to dinner, she still agreed.

"Sister Xiulian, let me help you." Qin Liping realized that she could stay for dinner that night, so she took the initiative to go to the stove.

Three women busied themselves in the kitchen, so Chen Yongqiang left and took out a wild boar spare rib from the ice cellar.

Actually, today is his birthday, but he didn't mention it to anyone.

Under the guise of inviting someone to dinner, they could get together and also promote Ding Wanru's spice packets.

"You cook on the small stove, leave the big stove for me," Chen Yongqiang instructed them as he returned to the kitchen.

"Brother Yongqiang, leave the cooking to us," Qin Liping replied.

"I'm making a special flavor tonight, one you can't make." Chen Yongqiang put the ribs aside.

"It's rare for Brother Yongqiang to cook himself, looks like we're in for a treat tonight." Qin Liping is also a foodie.

"Go tell your parents that they don't need to cook tonight, they can come to my house for dinner." Chen Yongqiang ladled water into the large pot.

"I'll go!" Qin Lijuan volunteered.

Chen Yongqiang was a hunter by trade and had a knack for cooking wild game.

He first rubbed a layer of salt on the wild boar ribs, then soaked them in warm water. To speed up the thawing process, he added some white vinegar to the water.

Actually, he still had fresh wild boar meat stored in his space, but it wasn't easy to explain taking it out in the dead of winter.

Using this method, frozen pork ribs will thaw in less than ten minutes and be almost as good as fresh ones.

"Brother Yongqiang, how do we get rid of the gamey smell of wild boar meat?" Qin Liping asked curiously from the side.

Chen Yongqiang kept the young wild boar, which weighed about 100 pounds, for himself. The meat was tender and had a milder gamey smell.

As he chopped the ribs, he said, "The first step is to marinate them to draw out the blood. Then blanch them over low heat."

Chen Yongqiang put the chopped ribs into a bowl, added salt, scallion segments, ginger slices, and drizzled some Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on top.

"This is so troublesome," Qin Liping remarked from the side.

"If you want to make something delicious, you can't skip these steps." Chen Yongqiang turned the ribs over to coat them evenly with the seasoning.

On the other side, Lin Xiulian had already rinsed the rouge rice and started steaming it.

"Sister Xiulian, why is your rice purple?" Qin Liping asked, leaning closer to the pot.

"That's Rouge Rice, the tribute rice that the Emperor used to eat," Qin Shan's voice came from the doorway.

"Tribute rice? If I eat it, won't I become a princess?" Qin Liping said playfully.

"Uncle Qin really knows his stuff." Chen Yongqiang continued preparing the ribs without stopping.

"Yongqiang, where did you get this Rouge Rice? It's a rare find." Qin Shan came from the Agricultural Science Station and knew a bit about this rice.

"I saw someone selling them at the market, so I bought some," Chen Yongqiang casually made up an excuse.

"This rice tastes good, but unfortunately the yield is too low, so not many households are willing to grow it," Qin Shan said, expressing his opinion.

While the ribs were marinating, Chen Yongqiang wiped his hands, sat down next to Qin Shan, and chatted while watching TV.

"Right now, the first thing farmers need to do is fill their stomachs."

Chen Yongqiang had considered promoting the cultivation of this Rouge Rice before, but even after using space to improve the variety, he still hesitated.

Production couldn't be increased much, and prices weren't good in those days, so they simply kept it for their own consumption.

This rice is perfect for Lin Xiulian, who is pregnant.

After chatting for a while, Chen Yongqiang got up to continue preparing the ribs.

He blanched the wild boar meat over low heat to completely remove its gamey smell.

"Yongqiang, I never knew you were such a good cook." Qin Shan turned his head and saw Chen Yongqiang stir-frying ribs in a pot.

"I mainly do this a lot on weekdays." Chen Yongqiang stir-fried the ribs until golden brown, then poured in soy sauce and Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and stir-fried them to color them.

Add a few more pieces of rock sugar to enhance the flavor. After stir-frying until the flavors are well combined, the crucial step comes: Chen Yongqiang takes out the spices that Wanru prepared.

This packet mainly contains star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, and other spices for flavoring.

Chen Yongqiang added water to the pot and put the lid on: "Liping, don't turn the heat up too high, simmer it over low heat."

"Don't worry, I'm very good at tending the fire," Qin Liping assured, patting her chest.

Chen Yongqiang sat back down on the stool and continued chatting with Qin Shan.

"What's the occasion today that warrants such a lavish feast?" Qin Shan turned his head and glanced at Chen Yongqiang.

"It's the dead of winter, and I'm just killing time, so I thought I'd make something nice to eat and treat myself," Chen Yongqiang said casually.

They quickly got down to business: "Today I went to chop firewood and saw Ding Wanru making these stewing spice packets, so I asked for a few to try."

As he spoke, he pointed to the few packets of spices that remained on the table.

"A spice packet for stewing meat?" Qin Shan picked up a packet and brought it close to his nose to smell it. A refreshing fragrance mixed with medicinal herbs wafted into his nostrils.

"It does smell really good. I'm looking forward to seeing what it will taste like when it's stewed."

At this moment, Qin Shan's wife walked in, clutching her belly: "You can drink less later."

"When have Yongqiang and I ever drunk too much?" Qin Shan felt a little embarrassed after his wife said that.

The Qin family was all present, and the kitchen immediately became lively.

Lin Xiulian and Qin Shan's wife naturally chatted about everyday life as pregnant women.

Chen Yongqiang then talked to Qin Shan about the crops in the fields.

As the firewood in the stove continued to heat the pot, the stewed ribs simmered and bubbled, filling the kitchen with their aroma.

"Just by smelling it, you can tell it's going to be good!" Qin Shan couldn't help but praise.

"Brother Yongqiang, how much longer until we can eat?" Qin Liping, who was in charge of tending the fire, was so tempted by the aroma that she kept swallowing her saliva.