Rongrong's eyes were complicated, a little surprised, a little grateful, she pursed her lips, and finally educated the child hesitantly: "You took sister's things, what did you say?"
The child scratched her head and looked at her mother with round eyes in confusion.
Rongrong patiently taught: "Say thank you."
The child's childish voice said, "Thank you~"
Xu Qingzhi replied: "You're welcome."
Xiao Dongxiang waved and said, "Uncle, we won't delay your business."
"Okay, if you want to eat sweet potatoes later, come and get them from home." Grandpa politely said.
The road back to the courtyard from the mountain is not far, I just took the easy road and took a few detours.
The Xu family's father and son each carried two baskets of sweet potatoes on their shoulders. When they came back, they were not red-faced or out of breath, but a few young people were eager to sit on them as soon as the burden was lifted.
The sweet potatoes collected from the field were spread out on the ground casually, and the sweet potato leaves were given to Xu Fuqiang to feed the pigs.
Grandpa raised a few chickens and ducks, but no pigs.
Later, grandpa took a woven bag and put another bag of sweet potatoes for Xu Fuqiang to take back and eat.
Xu Fuqiang threw a bag of sweet potatoes at the back of the tricycle, and Xu Qingzhi drove the tricycle home first.
Wang Yanmei had just finished cooking when she heard the noise outside. When she came out and saw Xu Qingzhi alone, she asked, "Where are your father and the others?"
"They were walking back behind. I dragged a bag of sweet potatoes back first." Xu Qingzhi reached out and picked up a bag of sweet potatoes from the back of the tricycle.
Wang Yanmei said "Ouch" and hurriedly went up to pick it up, "It's so heavy, you little girl, don't hang around. It's the same thing if your dad comes back and asks him to lift it."
Xu Qingzhi grabbed the bundle tied with a rope with both hands and had already picked it up. He carried it directly to the corner of the door of the house in one breath, "Mom, don't worry, my arms are strong."
Wang Yanmei reached out to open the woven bag and took a look, "The sweet potatoes your grandpa's family planted this year are growing beautifully. None of them are small, they are all round."
"How can there be no small ones?" Xu Qingzhi went to get a glass of water to drink, "Grandpa picked up all the good sweet potatoes and gave them to us. Not only are there small ones, but there are also such big ones."
She took a sip of water, put the cup down, and gestured with both hands, "It's so big! But it's a pity that it was dug into pieces. Grandpa said that he would pick up the pieces that were dug out and bring them over to cook in our pig food for the pigs to eat.
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"Yeah." Wang Yanmei responded, picked out a few sweet potatoes and asked, "Madam, do you want to eat sweet potato soup?"
Xu Qingzhi's eyes lit up.
"Think!"
But...
"It's too much trouble, we still have to make dinner."
Wang Yanmei said proudly: "As long as you want to eat, it won't be a problem for Mom to do anything. However, you have to come and help me. It's too slow for Mom to do it alone."
Xu Qingzhi said happily: "Okay!"
In the kitchen, mushroom chicken soup has been boiled, fragrant dried beans, pork belly and bright red steamed rice noodles are steaming in the steamer. Stewed and stir-fried spicy duck has been fried, lying quietly in the pressure cooker, just waiting for people to eat.
Come back and simmer for ten minutes until soft.
As for the vegetables, Wang Yanmei also washed and chopped them, and prepared the garlic, chili and chopped green onion ingredients.
In Meicheng, vegetables are stir-fried at the end, and they can be cooked in just a few minutes, so it’s not a hassle.
Therefore, as long as my daughter wants to eat it, there is still time to make a sweet potato meal, and it will be a matter of eating later.
Wang Yanmei took out the flour and poured it into the stainless steel basin.
Xu Qingzhi felt that this basin was strangely familiar and asked, "Mom, isn't this the same basin we used to wash our faces in when we were kids?"
"Yes, I don't use the washbasin to wash my face now. This washbasin is not broken and can still be used. I have kneaded the dough several times and it is very strong. We also used this to make mooncakes last time." Wang Yanmei said.
After finishing the flour, I patted my head and said, "I have to steam the sweet potatoes first, look at my memory."
There are many pots at home, in addition to electric steamers, there are also steamers that can be used on open flame stoves.
Wash the sweet potatoes, peel them, cut them into small pieces, put them in a basin, and put them in a steamer to steam.
Wang Yanmei continued to pour the flour, muttering in her mouth: "If you add less white rice flour and more glutinous rice flour, it will taste better and it will look better when soaked in oil."
"How about we grow some glutinous rice next year?" Xu Qingzhi said.
Wang Yanmei nodded, "Okay, your dad and grandpa really like to eat this glutinous rice, they think it's delicious."
"I think it's delicious too." Xu Qingzhi doesn't like glutinous rice either, because he hasn't eaten it for a long time.
I only remember that in my childhood, I cooked glutinous rice several times, sprinkled sugar on it, and stirred it together. She held the rice bowl in her hands and the food was indeed quite delicious.
"Cheng, we grow everything. Anyway, we now have a place to grow it. As long as you want to eat, you can grow it." Wang Yanmei said with a smile, "I just found that the food outside is not as delicious as what I grow at home.
While playing cards today, I heard someone say that many of the potatoes in supermarkets are treated with pesticides to prevent them from sprouting for fear of spoiling."
"Then our family will grow our own potatoes." Xu Qingzhi said.
Wang Yanmei waved her hand: "But no one in our family eats potatoes."
Xu Qingzhi: "I remember that when I went to the market in the past, I couldn't find any potatoes to sell. No one seemed to grow potatoes."
"There are few of us who eat potatoes."
The late arriving troops had just arrived home. Overhearing the conversation in the kitchen, Xu Zijun interrupted: "Who said no one eats it at home? Mom, it's because you never cook potatoes. I just like to eat potatoes, outside of school."