In Beijing at the end of July, it rained continuously at night, and the temperature dropped several degrees.
Yu Jian fell asleep on the cool bamboo mat, hugging the pillow...
"Where is my daughter?" Father Yu wiped his hair casually with a towel and asked Mother Yu who was sitting on the sofa.
Mother Yu shushed: "You should be quieter, she is asleep." She complained to him again, "I told you not to take your daughter to cook. I think A Jian is really exhausted. When she came back, she was all exhausted." Weak."
Father Yu was still in a state of excitement. He sat down next to Mother Yu and excitedly described the banquet scene to him, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
She pushed Mama Yu smugly again: "You haven't even seen Wang De's face, it's like eating dog shit..."
Wang De thought that if they ruined the lotus paste, they wouldn't be able to cook the banquet. Although lotus paste was the most important dish, his daughter was well-informed and quite a few knew how to cook it.
A trace of doubt flashed in my mind: How could A-Jian have so many dishes?
It should be something he usually reads! Dad Yu immediately dismissed his doubts and found a perfect reason.
He was quite proud: "Li Ping, our daughter is really like this!" He raised his thumbs up in front of Yu's mother, fearing that she wouldn't see it.
Mother Yu glanced at him and said angrily: "We only have such a girl in our family. It would be a good idea for you to bring her into the kitchen again. You said that a girl always got into the kitchen and made her body smell of oil. What is this?"
Speaking of this, Dad Yu also felt that he was indeed wrong, and his voice suddenly became much softer: "My daughter also likes it..."
"Oh! They don't let me worry about them all! In the final analysis, this matter is caused by you, Yu Jianguo, leaving your child alone in the village! My daughter has no fingers to touch the spring water, where is mine?" He said Then, Yu’s mother actually wiped away her tears.
You have to... turn around and wait for him here!
Dad Yu stood up silently and quietly moved into the room. The topic was stopped here, otherwise Liu Liping would not know how to express it!
Today was finally a good turnaround. Dad Yu recalled Han Yubai's complicated expression and felt relieved.
Have a good night's sleep.
It was almost noon when Yu Jian woke up. She hugged the quilt and sat on the bed in a daze for a while before stroking her raised hair and getting out of bed.
Yu Yuan was very surprised to see her coming out of the room, and looked at her with bright eyes: "Sister, get up!"
"Where are the parents?" Yu Jian looked around and found that the little one was the only one at home.
"Mom went to work, and dad said he had to go out for a while. Sister, you stayed in bed today!" The little guy made a strange and shy move.
Yu Jian smiled: "Are you hungry?" It was almost twelve o'clock, and it seemed that he hadn't had lunch yet. Yu Jian felt a little embarrassed that he had slept for so long.
Yu Yuan touched his stomach and said it was okay. His sister seemed a little hungry after saying that. He jumped off the sofa and ran to Yu Jian. He opened his arms and hugged her thighs, and raised his head to pounce on her. With big round eyes: "Sister, can you take me to eat with Grandpa Ken?"
This is a coquettish tactic he usually uses when asking for help from others. The two parents in the family have long been immune to it, but Yu Jian has always tried it.
No, fifteen minutes later, Yu Yuan had a piece of fried chicken wings in his left hand and a piece of French fries in his right hand, swaying his little feet that were barely touching the ground with joy.
Yu Jian wiped the ketchup on his lips and reminded him: "When you get home later, don't say that we went out to eat Grandpa Ken. If mom finds out, she will beat you again."
Yu Yuan glanced at her sideways, does that mean you still have to say it? After all, he was the only one who was lying down every time. For the sake of his little butt, he must obediently seal his mouth.
Although Yu Jian didn't have a particularly good impression of Grandpa Ken, children seemed to like fried chicken and chips. There were all the children in the store who were the same age as Yu Yuan, and they were all smiling happily.
Yu Jian was not too hungry. She probably slept for too long and no longer felt hungry. She reluctantly grabbed a few French fries and drank a drink. After Yu Yuan had eaten and drank enough, the two of them walked home hand in hand.
Already.
Within two minutes of stepping into the house, the sound of a car braking could be heard at the door.
Yu Yuan's ears perked up, he let go of his sister's hand, and rushed out while shouting: "Dad is back!" This was the sound of his father's car, and Yu Yuan clearly remembered the strange sound of the car parking.
Sure enough, Dad Yu was outside the door: "Are Jane up?"
Yu Jian responded: "I'm here."
Dad Yu went to a farm in the suburbs. The supplier who purchased the goods all year round had just slaughtered a few cows and called him to come over and pick up some fresh beef.
Yu Yuan squatted on the ground, stretched out his fat fingers and poked the sack on the ground, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and wrinkled his face in disgust: "It's so fishy..."
At the same time, she brought back a large bucket of fresh milk. Yu Jian opened the lid of the bucket and saw that the white milk was still slightly steaming, which immediately surprised her.
Dad Yu said from the side: "It was just squeezed out, is it still warm?"
She picked up the milk bucket with one hand and headed towards the kitchen. This was the best ingredient for making Sushan.
Yu Jian found the largest pot at home, poured the milk into it, and brought it to a boil. Stir slowly during the cooking process to avoid burning the bottom. Then let it cool naturally. The layer floating on the top is the ghee.
Although the utensils in ancient times were limited, they had their own methods. Yu Jian took an unused wine pot and carefully put the ghee into it.
After boiling the milk several times in this way, I got more than half a can of ghee.
As its name suggests, the entire shape of Sushan Mountain is like a series of mountain peaks. Yu Jian took out the small bowl where Yu Yuan's children ate, held the wine bottle with both hands, and slowly exerted force with his wrists, and saw the white milky ghee slowly dripping.
Gradually they merge into ladder-like hills.
Yu Jian pursed her lips, a little dissatisfied. The shape was not as good as what she had done back then.
On the other hand, Yu Yuan watched outside the door for a long time and was very happy: "Sister, did you make a small mountain? When can you eat it?"
Yu Jian didn't look up: "It's going to take some time to freeze." She didn't hesitate anymore and quickly put a plastic cover over it and put it in the freezer.
Yu Yuan moved a small bench and stood in front of the freezer, looking inside eagerly.
Father Yu didn't see his son when he came in from outside, and he was still a little puzzled. Yu Jian pointed to the kitchen, he stretched his neck to take a look, and laughed angrily: "Why are you so greedy?!"
The frozen crispy mountain was topped with golden honey. Yu Jian also cut some of Yu Yuan's favorite fruits into diced pieces and sprinkled them densely at the foot of the mountain. A big red cherry was placed in the middle of the top of the mountain.
Yu Yuan held her chin with both hands and stared at the beautiful "ice cream" on the table, not wanting to eat it.
Yu Jian patted his head: "Didn't you say that Grandpa Ken's ice cream is not good? Try this..." It's rare for siblings to have the same taste.
The little guy made up his mind and took a small spoonful from the corner and put it into his mouth in order not to damage the shape.
Well……
What does it feel like?
It melts in your mouth, dense and cold!
Yu Yuan's child has another delicious food in his life dictionary, and the eyes he looks at his sister are even more enthusiastic.