The player even couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "Is there any sugar added to this milk?"
Wang Yanmei shook her head: "No sugar added."
"Why does this unsweetened milk have a sweet taste?" The player was surprised.
Xia Qin on the side explained: "Fresh milk is like this, with thick milk skin and butter on it, and the taste is sweet."
Xia Liannan drank the milk and sighed: "This fresh milk tastes different, the milk taste is so strong. By comparison, the milk I bought tastes as thin as water."
Aunt Zhou took a sip and echoed: "That's right."
The card player who originally just wanted to buy winter melon suddenly had other thoughts after drinking such delicious milk.
"Yanmei, this milk is really delicious. Today happens to be Saturday and my daughter is at home. Can I buy some of this milk and take it home?"
"You can just scoop some out and take it back." Wang Yanmei waved her hand.
The main reason is that Qingzhi said before that before selling anything at home, you must make sure it has a certificate.
For example, the fruits and vegetables sold at home have gone through formal processes and procedures and are legal.
The few pigs raised at the back are not good, they can only be eaten by the family and cannot be sold.
So she didn't know if she could sell the milk.
Besides, the card-playing woman probably doesn't need much milk, so there's no need to be stingy.
The card friend bought five kilograms of winter melon and left with a can of sterilized fresh milk.
The jar is an empty jar from which I used to eat canned oranges.
Wang Yanmei was reluctant to throw away these things. The empty cans were washed cleanly, as well as the beautiful and exquisite boxes, which were neatly packed and placed at home.
Before the card player left, he said thank you several times, and then said: "I'm really sorry. I said I came to your house to buy something, but I even brought you a drink."
Wang Yanmei waved her hand and said with a smile: "What's the big deal?"
Everyone rested for a while and then continued to process the winter melons. The sun gradually set on the mountaintops in the west.
The crow and the big cat, one stood on the persimmon tree and the other lay on the tree. The leaves had fallen bare, and the yellow light of the setting sun filtered through the branches and hit the two little cats.
Everything is so beautiful.
The large delivery truck took away today's delivery of winter melons.
Aunt Zhou and others finished their work, so Wang Yanmei asked them to bring some winter melon back to eat.
Wang Yanmei was collecting empty cans and glass bottles and said: "Tomorrow is Sunday, your brother and the others have half a day off in the afternoon, so they can pack some milk for your father to deliver to your brother. The milk produced by our own cows is definitely better than what is sold outside.
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Xu Qingzhi responded: "Yeah."
She looked at her mother packing up the empty cans and glass bottles in the kitchen, and suddenly remembered that when she was studying in the past, because the village primary school only had grades one to four, she had to go to a school farther away starting in the fifth grade.
She lived in school for a year. At the age of eleven or twelve, she was as thin as a bamboo pole. At that time, her mother was always worried that the food in the cafeteria was not delicious and would make her hungry.
The finished cans and glass bottles at home were always washed cleanly. Every Monday, she would get up at around five o'clock and go to Daji Village to catch the earliest bus to school at six o'clock.
Every time she gets up, a yellow lightbulb is already on in the kitchen. When she finishes washing, she will have a steaming bowl of rice noodles with meat and eggs, as well as four or five freshly fried rice noodles.
Stuff the fried poached eggs with chili into a glass bottle and let her take it to school to eat.
The glass jar containing vegetables is always wrapped in a white plastic bag, covered with another layer of plastic bag to ensure that it will not spill out, and stuffed into the mesh pocket on the side of the schoolbag.
The net pocket on one side of the schoolbag holds an umbrella, and the net pocket on the other side holds canned vegetables.
When I was eating at school, I would take my aluminum lunch box and go to the open-air lunch window to queue up. After finishing lunch, I would sit in a large empty house with a few of my friends who often played together and squat on the ground casually.
Eat in a circle.
She always brings one more canned food than other classmates, sometimes it’s poached eggs, sometimes it’s raisin meat, sometimes it’s steamed pork, sometimes it’s fried brown spicy fish fillets, which always makes her classmates envious.
On hot days, these dishes can only be eaten for two days, and they will go rancid on the third day.
She can eat for four or five days in winter.
The dishes were cold, but they all tasted great. Wrapped in hot white rice and eaten together, now that I think about it, it still tastes delicious.
Xu Qingzhi suddenly said: "Mom, I want to eat fried poached eggs with chili pepper tonight. The poached eggs should be more cooked!"
"Why do you suddenly want to eat this? Are you tired of eating chicken and duck at home?" Wang Yanmei joked with a smile, but as long as conditions permit, she will never refuse her daughter's request in this regard, "Okay, there are plenty of eggs at home anyway."
Fried poached eggs with chili peppers are no problem.
If Xu Qingzhi suddenly mentioned that he wanted to eat sea cucumber and bird's nest, he would probably be scolded by Ms. Wang.
Wang Yanmei first steamed the steamed pork belly and simmered the chicken soup. She first fried the ginger-flavored spicy steak and stewed it in a pressure cooker. Then she washed and chopped the vegetables neatly, so she was able to move around in the kitchen with ease.
Xu Qingzhi was responsible for the small tasks of 'plucking pepper stalks' and 'peeling garlic'. He originally planned to do more work and scrape off the ginger skin.
As a result, Ms. Wang snatched the ginger from her hand.
"Okay, there's no need to peel the ginger. Just wash it."
Xu Qingzhi just had the question in his mind, 'Does this ginger really not need to be peeled?'
The ginger was scrubbed clean by her mother, placed on the cutting board, slapped with the kitchen knife, and "dududu~" it was cut.
"Call your grandpa and ask where they are? We will have dinner soon."
Xu Qingzhi took out her cell phone to make a call, but there was no answer on the other end, so she had to call her dad and ask him to pick him up.
Wang Yanmei has already started to fry a few finishing dishes.
I use a black iron pan at home, and after using it for many years, it doesn’t stick at all.
Heat oil in the pot, bang the eggs on the stove, beat the eggs into the pot with one hand, and the eggs will start to "sizzle" in the hot oil.
Xu Qingzhi likes to eat things that are browner and more cooked.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Yanmei’s omelette will take longer to fry. Seven or eight browned eggs are fried. Pour the minced green and red pepper and garlic into the hot oil and stir-fry.
Within a few seconds, the spiciness came out.
There is no such thing as spicy food in Meicheng. When stir-fried, the spiciness is extremely overwhelming.
Pour in the eggs again, add seasonings and stir-fry.
The juicy poached eggs and the red and green peppers will whet your appetite at the first sight.
Wang Yanmei took out the fried poached eggs and continued to say, "Nothing outside is as delicious as my mother's cooking, right?"
Xu Qingzhi nodded: "Of course!"
She brought out the dishes and arranged the dishes and chopsticks.
While Wang Yanmei was cooking, she called Xu Fuqiang again and asked how long it would take for them to come back. She hung up the phone, threw the phone into the front pocket of her apron, and continued to stir-fry the vegetables with the spatula in her hand.
All the heat in the cooking pot was taken away by the range hood, and the steam from the steamer on the side overflowed, making the entire kitchen seem to be filled with mist.
Xu Qingzhi turned around and saw the figure in the kitchen under the mist. She was a bloated middle-aged woman. Her hands with gold bracelets were constantly stirring the vegetables in the pot.
The woman turned back and shouted in a carefree voice: "Qingzhi, there is the sound of a car outside. Are you your dad and your grandpa who are back?"
Xu Qingzhi responded: "Okay, mom."
Just like when she was a child, she couldn't wait to hear the sound of her father's tricycle coming back, and hurried out to see it.
It's just that the car has now turned into a decent white sedan, confirming that it is dad and the others who are back.
Then she shouted inside and told her mother, "Dad is back."