Today’s breakfast is white porridge and salted duck eggs.
Of course, salted duck eggs are not the only option, there is also a dish of molded tofu.
Meicheng people often eat porridge with stir-fried vegetables, but they also occasionally eat moldy tofu and salted duck eggs.
At this moment, the salted duck eggs have begun to shed oil.
Wang Yanmei peeled off the eggshell and poked it with chopsticks, and the yellow oil in the middle flowed out. The look of the oil turning in the sand makes people greedy just looking at it.
She couldn't help but sigh: "Qingzhi, your salted duck eggs are so successful. Everything our family has made in the past is not as beautiful as this salted duck egg."
"Try it quickly." Xu Qingzhi said, and peeled off one on hand. It was also sandy and oily, and handed it to her father.
Xu Fuqiang held the porridge bowl and stirred it gently with chopsticks. The porridge was still hot, but the porridge on the edge of the bowl would be colder, so he took a mouthful of porridge along the edge of the bowl and another mouthful of salted duck eggs.
"This salted duck egg is so delicious."
Unlike the ordinary salted duck eggs in previous years that tasted dry and powdery, the salted duck eggs this time tasted delicate and delicious.
Xu Zijun originally wanted to take a few salted duck eggs to school. After eating them, he immediately changed his mind. He couldn't bring more than ten or twenty of them because they were so delicious.
The food in the cafeteria is not delicious, but the salted duck eggs are good as a seasoning.
After breakfast, Xu Qingzhi thought about the peanuts her grandpa had dried in the sun a while ago, so she brought some over. She wanted to eat sugar-frosted peanuts, so she kept asking her mother to make them.
This daughter wants to eat, what else can I do?
Of course Wang Yanmei did it.
Anyway, it’s easy to make, and it’s good to have as a snack at home.
Put the peanuts into the pot and stir-fry over low heat until there is a crackling sound. After cooling, the peanuts will have a crunchy texture when chewed.
Then slowly simmer with white sugar and water until the sugar liquid is in a stringy state when scooped out, and you can turn off the heat.
Pour in the cooled peanuts and stir quickly evenly.
In less than a minute, you can see the liquid syrup turning into white frosting coating the peanuts.
Xu Qingzhi couldn't wait to taste one. The texture was crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside. It was so fragrant, and it had a bit of a childhood taste.
She often feels that memories are not just some vague pictures in her mind, they can be smells or tastes...
Once she smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, and she felt as if her whole body was relaxed, and she felt like she had returned to her childhood. It was the fragrance of flowers that she could only smell when she was looking for azalea in the mountains.
The same is true when eating peanuts at the moment. It seems that my mind will automatically map to a time in the past when I tasted this kind of taste.
Some things are not very delicious in themselves, but if they are blessed with good memories, they will taste the best.
Xu Qingzhi found a small bag and put some peanuts in it, carrying it with him. When he went to help his grandpa peel chestnuts, he put it on the bamboo chair next to him. If he wanted to eat it, he would take one out and stuff it into his mouth. It tasted great. p>
The two little ones in the space chatted.
"Quack quack~" This chestnut has many thorns. The owner just waved his hand and the big baskets of chestnuts were taken care of. I really don't understand.
"Meow~" I can't understand it either.
Xu Qingzhi used his spiritual consciousness to convey the message: "Peel the chestnuts with your own hands to make them taste more delicious."
She is no longer the Xu Qingzhi who died suddenly in the entertainment industry, nor is she the Qingzhi who died in the world of immortality until her eyes turned red.
What she wants and wants is the life in front of her.
How nice.
Grandpa would ask from time to time: "Qingzhi, are you feeling warm?"
Xu Qingzhi shook his head: "It's not hot."
After a while: "Grandpa is going to buy you popsicles, can you eat them?"
"Eat!" Xu Qingzhi happily raised his hands and asked: "Grandpa, I want little pudding."
Xu Zijun, who was sweating profusely while peeling chestnuts, said sadly: "Grandpa, I want a mung bean one."
Xu Fuqiang stood up and said, "Dad, let me go buy it."
The old man waved his hand and refused: "I'll go."
Xu Fuqiang sat down again, "Dad, then buy me a bottle of iced black tea. I'm also very hot. The bigger bottle costs three yuan."
The old man glanced at him, snorted with unknown meaning, and left without saying whether to buy or not.
As soon as they left, Xu Fuqiang's cell phone rang.
He took off his gloves, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it, "Why did your third aunt call me?"
Xu Qingzhi raised her eyes.
Xu Fuqiang answered the phone and said, "Hello, Third Aunt."
Over in Kyoto, the third aunt said eagerly: "Fuqiang, Zhiming got a can of good tea a while ago, and I want to send it to you."