Old Yuan was quite aware of her sister-in-law's temperament, so she didn't take her words seriously.
Besides, she really came to pay back the money.
"After returning here, I still have some on hand at home. I can still sell the mountain mushrooms for a while. My sister-in-law doesn't have to worry about us spending it. We only have two mouths. It's so cheap. My sister-in-law spends more here. The money should be returned.
Yes, sister-in-law, hurry up and collect it, I'm in a hurry to get back, otherwise it will be too late."
Old Meng declined again and again, and then accepted the money half-heartedly.
Then there was another appeal to stay, asking old Yuan to have a meal before leaving.
Of course, Old Yuan will not stay for dinner.
After receiving the money, Old Meng felt happy and became more generous with his hands. He even went to the vegetable garden to pick a bag of red fruits for Old Yuan to take back and eat.
"These are the seeds that Yuan Cheng got from the grocery store in town. They said they were called tomatoes, but they were actually grown for him. Even though some of them are still half green but not red, they taste sweet.
The vegetable garden is growing, and I secretly pick a lot of it for snacks every day. Sister, take it back and give it to Aqiu to try."
Old Yuan recognized that her sister-in-law really wanted to give the bag of fruits, so she did not refuse. Then, Aqiu liked to eat these small fruits, so she might as well take them back to her.
This fruit looks pretty, I don’t think Ah Qiu likes it.
When Song Qiu returned home from work with half a basket of mushrooms on his back, he was really happy when he saw the bag of tomatoes.
"Milk, where did this come from?"
This small tomato has never been seen in the vegetable gardens of her village. This is the kind of local small tomato that her hometown liked to grow in her previous life. Although it is small, it will not grow in size, but it is good to eat raw or make soup.
Eat very well.
"Your aunt and uncle gave it to them. They grow some in their vegetable garden. They said that your eldest cousin fetched some tomatoes at the grocery store in town. They are very sweet. Eat them, Aqiu, and have a look.
"Old Yuan said hurriedly.
When Song Qiu heard that it was grown by his uncle's family, he nodded, and then he actually selected a few red ones, washed them with water, and stuffed one into his mouth.
When you put it in your mouth, the tomato juice jumps out in your mouth, mixed with the pulp, and it is so sweet that it tastes like this!
Song Qiu closed his eyes with satisfaction, "It's delicious!"
Old Yuan smiled when he saw it, "If you like it, after you finish eating here, I can catch some milk tomorrow and then go to your uncle's house to pick it. I saw a lot of tomato fruits hanging on the leaves of the courgette vines in their vegetable garden."
Woolen cloth!"
Song Qiu nodded and didn't say much. Looking at so many small tomatoes and thinking about the tomato soup, he became greedy, "Nai, I'll make dinner for dinner. Can we have some dry rice today?"
Tomato soup is just like dry rice, how good is it? So delicious, my mouth is watering just thinking about it.
It's gruel all day long. Although it's not clear soup and watery, it's still more enjoyable to eat dry rice.
However, if you want to cook dry rice, it would take half a kilogram of rice to cook a large bowl per person, Fermi, so they usually only eat dry rice during holidays.
When Old Yuan saw that she wanted to eat, he thought that now that his family had some savings, at least he no longer owed money to others, he could just eat one meal.
"Okay! Then you cook, and I'll clean the mushrooms!"
Mrs. Yuan carried her backpack to the water well, where Zhang Lihua was already cleaning the mountain fungi, and Mrs. Deng was walking in the yard carrying the stone eggs.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Yuan turned back to the kitchen house to grab a handful of tomatoes and said, "My eldest brother's family grew them. They are sweet to eat. Let all the children have a try."
"That's too polite of you, thank you." Old Mrs. Deng answered with a smile, and after finishing her words, she stuffed three pills into Zhang Lihua's hand, "Grandma Yuan gave them to you, give them a try."
Zhang Lihua accepted it with a smile and winked at old Yuan, "Thank you, Grandma Yuan!"
Mrs. Deng fed the remaining two to Shidan'er, and gave the remaining three to her other granddaughter, Zaohua.
"This fruit looks really rare. I've never seen it before. Where did your family get the seeds? Let's plant some next year." Seeing that the children all like to eat it, Old Deng started talking to Old Yuan.
When Old Yuan heard this, he thought that Aqiu also liked to eat it, and it would be convenient to plant it at home. "They said they were seeds that were harvested at the grocery store in town. When he harvests them this year, I will go find some seeds and plant them again."
chant."
"That's okay." Old Deng replied.
In the stove house, Song Qiu lit a fire, set up firewood, and poured a few ladles of water into the large pot. When water beads formed on the bottom of the pot, it started to boil, and then he poured a bowl of rice into it.
Stir occasionally with a spatula to avoid sticking to the pan.
After a while, Song Qiu fished out a few grains of rice and pinched a handful with his hands. When he thought it was almost done, he used a strainer to fish out all the rice grains and poured them into the iron jar in the back stove.
Rice stewed in iron pots is the most fragrant.
Song Qiu put the lid on the iron pot and ignored it. When he found the remaining fire in the back stove, he would finish the meal.
The head then scooped out the blanched rice soup and put it in a small earthenware basin. Then he washed the big pot and cut the washed small tomatoes in half. Put a little oil in the pot. After heating, add the chopped small tomatoes.
,stir fry.
Stir-fry until the skin of the cherry tomatoes becomes wrinkled. Looking at it, Song Qiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Then he sprinkled an appropriate amount of salt into the pot, stirred it a few more times with a spatula, then added a little water, covered it with a wooden cover, and let it simmer.
He looked into the stove hole again, set up a big firewood, then left the stove house and went outside to the vegetable garden.
First I picked a bunch of peppers, then I picked an eggplant and a small handful of long beans.
Back in the kitchen, I washed all the vegetables, then cut the eggplant in half, into long strips about one and a half fingers long, and then cut the long beans into sections of about the same length.
After a while, the tomato soup in the pot was suffocated. Song Qiu took out a sea bowl, put it on the dining table aside, and then washed the pot.
All the water stains in the pot were boiled away, and the bottom of the pot was hot. Song Qiu took back his hand to check the temperature and put the washed peppers into the pot without cutting them. They were just whole peppers one by one.
The fire was burning brightly in the stove hole, and soon the dry chili peppers in the pot were so hot that they were jumping around in the pot.
While Song Qiu was passing through the fire, he took a spatula and pressed hard on the hopping chili peppers, letting them continue to spread.
After a while, the pepper skin began to wrinkle, piece by piece. Song Qiu took the spatula and continued to press it.
At this time, the spiciness of the chili peppers was almost gone, and the spiciness of the raw roasted chili peppers was even more unpleasant.
Fortunately, Song Qiu often eats this way and has long been used to it. He can figure out how not to choke on the spiciness even if he holds his breath, at least he adapts quickly.
But people outside are not so used to it.
Old Mrs. Yuan was doing household chores with Old Mrs. Deng and cleaning mountain mushrooms. When the fragrance of tomatoes came from the stove, Old Mrs. Deng was still praising Song Qiu with Old Mrs. Yuan, saying how she cooks so well.
It smells good.
Her granddaughter has a talent for cooking, and it is delicious. Old Yuan was not proud for a while, but immediately there was a choking smell in the kitchen, which made Old Yuan and Old Deng cough repeatedly.