After all, who hasn't eaten dumplings yet? But she didn't refute, just looked at the wrapped dumplings, feeling a little worried:
"This is too much, and I can't even fit it in the refrigerator."
Song Sancheng looked at it and said, "That's right. There are so many people tonight, so we can't eat three hundred of them!"
My aunt almost rolled her eyes - three hundred?
Normally when I eat dumplings, I can only eat twenty or thirty of them to death.
Now there are only eight people in total, how dare you brag about this?
It seems that Tantan's business of selling vegetables is not very reliable.
But my uncle, a veteran dumpling lover, agreed at the moment: "Then let's cook a pot first to satisfy our stomach."
So the men went to load the straw on the cart, and Wu Lan sat in front of the stove and slowly started to light the fire, while also following random instructions as if he had no clue:
"Cook a few more...just a few more - don't put them in the refrigerator in a hurry, eat them first!"
Everyone stressed that if we didn't cook more, it would seem like we wouldn't be full. My aunt murmured in her heart, and finally cooked a pot full of dumplings.
On a large stove in the countryside, there are hundreds of dumplings in one pot!
Straw is not heavy, so you just need to put it on the car from the straw pile. Soon the back bucket is filled to the brim.
At this time, the dumplings were also cooked.
The uncle took a deep breath and exclaimed while washing his hands: "This shepherd's purse is really good and fragrant. Mom, please eat more."
Then he took his first bite.
For a moment, the entire dining room was silent.
Just...how to describe it?
The uncle thought about it for a long time and was reluctant to swallow the dumpling stuffing in his mouth. Then he suddenly returned to the time when he was a child and ate meat once a year...
There were so many dumplings that he couldn’t praise them enough. In short, they were so delicious!
My eldest aunt took one bite of the dumplings, and now she regrets it even more - if I had known these dumplings were so delicious, why would I have told my parents what I did just now?
The shepherd's purse around them definitely doesn't smell like this!
No wonder it’s twenty yuan a pound, so worth it!
And the elderly grandma and grandpa were full of praise for the food. The wheelchair-bound grandpa even finished a bowl for the first time and then handed the bowl over and said, "Please fill it with more."
This time Wulan went to cook the second pot, but since the old man was older, she only filled five or six more pots than usual:
"Dad, Mom, don't be anxious, eat slowly, there will be more tomorrow. Don't overeat today."
Grandpa had a great appetite and was in a good mood. He even said to Song Tan, "We, Tan Tan, are born to farm!"
This was unanimously agreed upon by everyone.
Wu Lan, on the other hand, felt refreshed and proud: "How about it, does Tantan's food taste good? I just said that she is so good at studying, and she can do the same in farming!"
Song Tan: A qualified tool person should not speak when he shouldn't.
…
Eat and drink enough.
The family of four took advantage of the darkness to go home. The car was walking alone on the winding mountain road. The car windows were slightly open, and the cool night breeze blew on the face, which did not extinguish the fire in Wulan's heart at all.
She thought of her aunt's look of regret and reluctance, and then thought of the satisfaction and comfort on Grandma Song Tan's face that she had not seen for a long time. At this moment, she suddenly understood why her daughter had to eat fresh vegetables every time she got them!
Because some happiness really cannot be measured by money.
…
From that night on, Wu Lan became extra energetic.
Early the next morning, as dawn arrived, she urged Song Sancheng to spread the straw in the yard and dry it in the sun. She also quickly mixed two more barrels of disinfectant, sprayed the pig pen again, and even
The septic tank was specifically inspected.
After everything was ready, she called someone and quickly sent the piglet over.
When Qiao Qiao came to her senses, she saw that Peppa Pig, whom she had been looking forward to so much, was nowhere to be seen. In the pigsty warmed by the sun, there were five piglets, three white and two black, lying on their backs.
The five little pigs are cute. Their noses are wet and round, and they are well groomed. Their bodies are small and round, and they make a tender voice of "hum hum".
but……
Except for a closer look at the skin of the two white pigs, which can still show some pink, they have no resemblance to Jojo's Peppa Pig.
Qiao Qiao was stunned for half a minute, then suddenly cried out: "My Peppa Pig, my George, my Mummy Pig...are all gone...all gone..."
The pigs in the pigpen were stunned for a moment, snorted twice, and looked at him curiously with their tender round noses, their dark eyes full of agility.
Qiao Qiao's dreams were shattered for many days, and once she cried, Song Tan had no choice but to take out her trump card:
"My dear, don't cry, don't cry anymore - there is no Peppa Pig, how about we look at others? My sister will go back to the city to buy you a doll next time."
"Let's not watch it now. Let's change it to another one - Ultraman, have you seen it? Tiga! Let's watch this one from today on."
Ultraman toys are much easier.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Qiaoqiao was crying and gasping for air, but here Wulan smiled proudly, adding fuel to the fire:
"Come on, Qiao Qiao, don't you want to sleep with your mother pig? You pick one and see which one is your mother pig?"
Qiao Qiao:......
He cried louder.
…
The piglets are too small and are new to a strange environment. Although they don't seem to feel any discomfort at all, they even like it here too much (after all, they are more or less nourished by spiritual energy).
However, to be cautious, Wulan quickly cooked hot pig food to feed:
Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn kernels, wheat bran and rice bran leftovers, picked wild vegetable roots, a big pot full of fragrance.
Just from the smell, it's actually quite appetizing.
Song Tan thought for a while: "Mom, let me go and see how the milkvetch tastes in the fields. By the way, let's pick more to feed the pigs."
You can still taste shepherd's purse once or twice a year, but I haven't eaten milkvetch in more than ten years.
Ulan nodded: "Go ahead and do more tidying up this afternoon. Aren't you going to sell it tomorrow?"
Song Tan shook his head: "I told the customers in the group that I will sell them tomorrow morning, so I won't rush early."
Milkvetch is easier to pack than wild vegetables, but it is too crisp and tender. To ensure freshness, it is better to pick it in the morning and take it directly to the city.
Now that the weather is warmer and there are more wild vegetables, the milkvetch in this field, which used to be used to fertilize fields and feed livestock, can still be sold for twenty yuan a pound, which makes Wu Lan feel a little unsure.
But she didn't refute - she praised her daughter's farming skills so much yesterday that she was a little brainwashed in the morning, always feeling -
Maybe there is really any difference?
Song Tan took Qiao Qiao, whose face was full of tears, to the fields with a basket. She couldn't bear to step on the fresh green leaves and tender stems. She pinched the stems with her hands and broke them gently.
A bunch of greenery is available.
Qiao Qiao found a new way to have fun, and found it very interesting to pull grass. So she immediately forgot about Mummy Pig and started working happily.
Posted on the 13th, I have written 70,000 words in 17 days... What a diligent new book period!
Pig food is really... actually quite delicious.
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