Chapter seven hundred and sixty-two, the taste of the year is getting stronger
"Okay, okay, but there are so many. I can't get them back by myself." Anyway, there's nothing wrong with green onions in the greenhouse. Just get more. Mix green onions with tofu, it tastes good, and Li Feng loves fish.
Shrimp, onion and huā are essential.
"It's okay. I'll carry it for you. Let's go. I'm too dry from lunch and I'm still a little thirsty now." Li Can was carrying two bundles of green onions. Li Feng picked up two bundles casually, and each of the three children held a large bundle.
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"Baobao has tea, Uncle Can, will you drink it?" Baobao looked at Li Can expectantly. Li Can quickly shook his head, he didn't want to do it. Last time, he didn't know he was tricked. Baby Baobao stood holding a teapot.
On the side, I just finished drinking and poured it on me. If I don't drink, the little girl will cry for you. Li Can drank so much water that he almost vomited, which made Li Xin and Liu Lan laugh for several days.
"No, no, uncle is not thirsty now." Li Feng was amused by Li Can. The baby's big eyes were watery and sparkling with a smile. Li Feng laughed, he is such a ghost girl.
Back in the small yard, a bunch of things were put away, and Li Can hurried back. This boy brought this cart of green onions to greet the whole family. They had a busy day. The three children were sitting on small chairs one by one.
My mouth felt so tired, so tired, and I rubbed my little arms.
"Xiaobao, why are you carrying such a heavy thing? It's really..." Zhang Lan rubbed the little arms of the three children with full affection. Although ten kilograms of things are nothing to adults, but to a five-year-old child
, this is extraordinary. After a distance of about 200 meters, my little arms are sore.
"Who allowed these little guys to show off? I asked several times along the way, but no one said they were tired." Li Feng was still observing as he walked on the road. The faces of the three little girls turned red, but Li Feng asked if he wanted to help.
Bring it here. The three little girls shook their heads. There was nothing they could do.
"You are an adult, how can you leave these children alone?" Li Feng said with a bitter face. He had no choice but to let the three little girls do whatever they did wrong. It was his own fault. After his mother nagged a few words, Li Feng still said
What can I do? Listen, she is still sticking out her little tongue and making faces. Zhang Lan saw Li Xiaoman here and couldn't talk too much. She said a few words. "Forget it, what are these?
Ah?" "Grandma, the baby knows."
"The baby is holding a round pancake." "Mengmeng is a round pancake." Needless to say, Ling Dang is a fan. It can be seen at a glance that there are at most four bundles of green onions. The rice balls and bean cakes are packed into the house. The green onions will be eaten at this time.
It's not over. "Xiaobao, I can't eat the green onions. Let's bury them first."
Li Feng and his grandfather Zhang Tian dug a pit about half a foot deep in the corner of the yard and put three bundles of green onions in. Only the tips of the green onions were exposed. They covered them with chickens and covered them with a layer of skin to keep them warm. As for Li Feng's big shed,
It's easy to do, but it's not good if the temperature is too high. The green onions may grow again and consume energy.
Li Feng and his grandfather Zhang Tian are busy with their work. Grandma Li Xiaoman and their three children have already selected the remaining bunch of green onions. "Dad, grandma said they would make big buns at night, and they are so big." The baby's little hands were washed because of
The green onions were a bit red when frozen, but the children didn't feel the cold at all and rushed to wash them, mostly because they thought it was fun.
"Mom, let's make mutton and scallion stuffing. There happens to be a lot of mutton." Li Feng loves to eat big steamed buns with mutton. But the baby wiggles his little fart. "But grandma said to eat steamed buns with shrimps." Li Feng scratched his head.
The baby pouted his little mouth. "Did grandma say it, or did the baby want to eat it himself?" Li Feng was happy. This girl didn't forget to catch a small bowl of grass shrimp for lunch while eating steamed buns. Li Feng thought about it, he has a lot of family members.
.It doesn’t matter if you do more. Today we invite a few old people to come, including Uncle Wang, Uncle Lin, Uncle Cheng, and Teacher Jin.
"Girl, don't pout and pretend to be pitiful. Let's make a bunch of shrimp buns today." Li Feng thought he would have fans, so he made some vegetable buns. Li Xin, Liu Lan, and Li Xiaoman will definitely like to eat mutton buns.
I, my grandpa, and my dad definitely like to eat shrimp buns, and my children love to eat them. My mom, grandma, and a few old people like to eat preserved vegetables and make some pickled cabbage buns. It’s a pity that there is less tofu, dried bean paste, and my own tender tofu.
Not suitable for making steamed buns. Just when Li Feng was thinking about tofu, the tofu was delivered to his door. This was Wang Hei'er. The tofu made by this guy was loved by all the villages in the country.
"Haha, Black Ear, I heard that your donkey kicked you in the lower part, and your wife beat the donkey for several days. How is it okay?" Li Feng joked to Little Hei Er, this matter still happened.
According to Li Can, the black-eared men have a black spot on their ears, so everyone thinks that these two men are old donkeys. Everyone likes to joke, but the black-eared men are not bad.
"You kid, I think it's time for you to kick the ass. I'm your cousin, neither older nor younger. Hurry up and get a basin. Tofu, bean skin, dried beans, and bean paste. Is this enough?" Li Feng looked at it.
Seeing that there are so many in a pot, you can grind the tender tofu for daily cooking at home. You don’t need these old tofu for cooking, but just for making steamed buns, dumplings, and fried dumplings. “This is enough, why is there no stinky tofu this year?”
Ah?" Li Feng loves to eat black-eared stinky tofu, deep-fried and mixed with chili and garlic paste, it's magical.
"The stinky tofu hasn't entered the village yet. It's all wrapped up by Sixth Brother's family. I won't bring much this time. When the tofu is sold out, I'll ask my boy to bring you some." Little Black Ear was playing with the tofu.
It’s a lot, about ten kilograms, and there’s not much dried tofu, bean curds, or bean paste. This person knows that every house has a small mill, and he usually grinds tofu at home. He only uses it to make dumplings, steamed buns, and steamed buns during festivals and New Years.”
Okay, get more, I have more family."
Li Feng paid the money and sent the people out. There were quite a lot of people all afternoon. The tofu had just been delivered, and starch was also delivered. This is needed for making soup and cooking, but the amount is not large. It is just used for making meatballs.
.Li Feng is making tofu now. Cut the tofu into 1cm thick slices and fry them in oil. Chop the fried tofu into pieces. This has a lot less water than raw tofu, because vegetable steamed buns already have more water. If the tofu is leaking water, then the vegetable steamed buns are made.
It's not tasty.
The whole family was busy making steamed buns all afternoon, chatting and laughing quite happily. The small kitchen was burning red firewood, the steaming steamer was steaming, and the aroma was coming to his nostrils. Li Feng took a deep breath,
I made three or four kinds of steamed buns today. You can eat whatever you like.
"Xiaobao, Uncle Lin, have you informed me that we are eating here today?" There are hundreds of steamed buns on the steamer. How can we finish them if no one comes? It will be half a month before the Chinese New Year. Whose family
You won't be able to steam steamed buns at this time. Besides, if Lijiagang doesn't steam steamed buns, it usually steams rice, which comes with a big pot of rice.
"I've been here for a long time. I'm drinking tea over at Taolin. Mom, I'll go back and get some dishes." Li Feng packed up a few dishes to go with the wine. The jujube wine was made by familiar people. The jujube wine has a low alcohol content and is slightly sweet. It's also home-made.
The medicinal wine prepared by Li Feng was warmed with warm water early and was only waiting to be served later.
"Haha, Xiaobao is here, give us a few buns tasks each." Mr. Wang returned to the city to live for a while, and finally felt that the small village was peaceful, not too noisy, and he could grow his own vegetables.
It would be nice for a few old guys to exercise together in the morning.
"Haha, we steamed a total of 145 steamed buns today. You have to calculate how many people are here." So many buns have some meaning. After adding up the ages of grandma and grandpa, today is grandpa's seventh birthday.
At the age of thirteen, the younger generation should have been making the buns and dumplings together. But uncle Li Feng and the second aunt might not come back this year. The two old people agreed to go back tomorrow. They originally made dumplings in the evening, but now they are still making dumplings.
One did.
The old man eats the dumplings alone, and the family and the old man are invited to eat the dumplings. However, the real birthday is to be celebrated after the New Year, because grandpa and grandma are going back tomorrow, so these dumplings can only be eaten today. The dumplings are made very small.
Otherwise, no one would be able to finish the more than seventy dumplings. Even so, it is not easy to eat so many dumplings.
"So many, by the way, Second Master, why hasn't your uncle come yet?" Mr. Wang chuckled, thinking that Li Feng was joking. Li Feng cooked more than ten dishes, and a table full of old people, Second Master, Fifth Master,
Mr. Liu, Uncle Lin, Uncle Wang, Uncle Cheng, Teacher Jin, Teacher Zhou and Fatty Jiang who have not returned to the city, grandma and grandpa, uncle, father and mother are sitting at the dining table in the hall of Li Feng Taolin Building.
A few old people knew what was going on. Each person was not given six more buns. The buns were not big, just like Xiaolong buns. Li Feng, Li Xiaoman, Li Xin, Liu Lan, and Xiao Qing were sitting at a small table.
Three or four dishes, a few children also packed a few dumplings, of course these are superfluous. The baby's small shrimp buns have a red shrimp tail on the outside of the buns. Stir the shrimp dumpling fillings for a while, and use the shrimp tails when making the buns.
A section of the bun is intentionally exposed. Once the bun is steamed in the steamer, the red shrimp tail looks particularly interesting.
"Li Feng, what is the hurdle between seventy-three and eighty-four?" Liu Lan was a little confused. What did this mean? He really didn't know. Li Xin had heard of it, but he didn't know the specific reason.
"Haha, this is related to Confucius and Mencius. Speaking of which, these two people were considered longevity people in ancient times." Li Feng said, Confucius lived for seventy-three years and Mencius lived for eighty-four years. He thinks that these two ages are
The threshold of the elderly requires a big celebration. Li Feng said what he said from some books. As for the people in the mountains, it is not because of this. There is a saying, "A person passes noon after forty days, and a month passes by fifteen."
It’s past autumn.” “Seventy-three or eighty-four, the King of Hell didn’t ask me to go.” “Thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi.” Speaking of superstition, there are a lot of things to say. Many people and the elderly want to avoid being caught by the Lord of Hell.
I realize that I mostly hide my age. Although many old people in the mountains do this now, most people are no longer taboo. (To be continued!~!
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