It will soon be a New Year! Though it is not as young as its yearning for new clothes and food, it will become a little excited by the approach of the year. When they are young, they can get money, they can wear new clothes, they can walk the streets, they can shoot and they can stay up all night. The most important thing is to eat something good! I didn't eat meat every day after I was 70. There were years of buying meat with tickets. So my mom raised her own chickens and goats so we could eat eggs and drink goat milk! If my moms were over 70, they were still in the kitchen, working tirelessly as “ministers of logistics” for their children. Here I wish my mother good health! And my mothers are happy and healthy! The chickens that are raised as children are not to kill one during the holidays until two to three years. Because it's usually food and vegetables, and it's growing for a long time. The bones are so yellow, they bite, they're all oil! Today, a rooster can be bought, but the look and taste are far from what they were when they were kids. You don't need a lot of sauce, you chop it up, you make it so hot in the pot, you put some sauce in it, and you take it easy! A little while later, the house was full of smell
When I was young, I only killed chickens when I had important guests in New Year's, so I often looked forward to New Year's, and suddenly tomorrow, before I went to bed, so I could eat the chicken so beautifully, and the important guest was the postman in our town. When I was born, Dad left home to work outside the province, so he often sends us money and supplies. Traffic was very difficult at the time, and money orders and parcels were sent to the town post office and sent to my home by mailman. Every time the mailman leaves in the morning and distributes newspaper parcels and everything to the villages, it's the last stop in our village, and it's usually 12 o'clock, so as soon as this important guest arrives at my house, my mother kills chickens, buys tofu in the village and cooks as quickly as possible, of which the tofu chicken is the one I remember making the most. My mother had no time to go to the post office to collect money, and my mother signed and entrusted the mailman to collect money, and that was the kind of trust that people had to have with each other, thinking that now we have to keep an eye on the Internet, listen to a phone call, and think if it was a fraud, so when the town mailman took the money to my house, he killed the chickens for a meal, although the chicken was the precious east of the time, but this important guest deserves the respect of our family。
