Early in the morning, Wang Yanmei got up and cooked porridge, using new autumn rice.
The porridge was still simmering on the stove, piping hot. Everyone took an empty porcelain bowl, beat a raw egg and put it in the bowl.
The lard that was previously cooked by killing pigs was put in a small pot for easy scooping. Now it has solidified and is white in color.
Then use a spoon to scoop out a spoonful of snow-white lard.
Then, Xu Fuqiang gave himself a spoonful of white sugar, and Xu Zijun followed suit. When Wang Yanmei saw it, she couldn't help but nag: "You two, please eat less sugar. If you eat too much sugar, you will be in trouble."
"Hey, it's New Year's Eve." Xu Fuqiang tried to use the good days to fool him.
Huo Fengyan didn't know how to eat it, so he just followed what Zhizhi asked him to do.
But looking at the raw eggs in the bowl, I still couldn't help but ask: "Eat raw?"
"No, look at mine." Xu Qingzhi held a bowl containing a raw egg, a spoonful of lard, and a spoonful of sugar in front of her mother.
Wang Yanmei used a large iron spoon to stir the white porridge in the pot on the stove. A large spoonful of porridge was poured into the bowl, which was the size of a bowl of porridge.
Xu Qingzhi took wooden chopsticks and stirred the bowl quickly.
The pure white porridge in the bowl was soon stained with light yellow egg liquid. The raw eggs were stirred quickly in the hot porridge and became cooked, mixed with the aroma of lard.
A bowl of white porridge turns into egg porridge in the blink of an eye, and the eggs taste delicious and tender.
Wang Yanmei shouted: "Xiao Huo, come here."
Huo Fengyan said politely: "Auntie, let uncle and brother come first, I will be last."
But the enthusiastic Ms. Yanmei couldn't let it go. She scooped a spoonful of hot porridge directly into his bowl and urged him: "Stir it up quickly. This egg porridge, I know it was so cute when I was a kid."
Xu Qingzhi was holding the bowl and preparing to leave the kitchen when he heard this sentence: "Mom, I also like to drink now."
"Then drink two bowls. I'll see you've lost weight recently." Wang Yanmei climbed up the pole.
Xu Qingzhi hurriedly walked out, "One bowl is enough, I still have some room for lunch."
"Okay, your dad will go to the back mountain to catch a chicken and a fish later, and make a big meal for you at noon." Wang Yanmei said, scooping up hot porridge for Xu Fuqiang and Xu Zijun, and finally took out the porridge.
Take an empty bowl, beat yourself with eggs, scoop out lard, add sugar, and scoop out porridge.
While stirring the hot porridge, he walked out.
It was obviously breakfast time, but there was no one at the Xu family's dining table.
Everyone carried bowls of porridge and went to the verandah.
Xu Qingzhi and Huo Fengyan were sitting on bamboo chairs under the verandah, Xu Fuqiang and Wang Yanmei were standing there with steaming bowls of porridge, and Xu Zijun was squatting directly on the ground.
Wang Yanmei couldn't help but frowned when she saw him eating. She made a disgusting sound in her mouth, walked to the wooden bench not far away, and hooked it with her feet.
The wooden bench dragged on the floor and made a "Zhila" sound.
Wang Yanmei said: "Sit down quickly, what do you look like? If your father kicks you in the back, you can jump out directly."
Xu Zijun was too lazy to drag the bench over, so he simply squatted. If there was a bench, he must have sat on it. He still said harshly: "No, I can squat stably."
The porridge was so hot that I couldn't even put it in my mouth.
Seeing that Huo Fengyan hadn't moved, Xu Fuqiang called him: "Xiao Huo, look at me, you have to drink this hot porridge like this. Use your chopsticks to bring it along the edge of the bowl, blow it and you can drink it, so that the porridge will not
hot."
This is drinking hot porridge, a decades-old experience.
"Thank you uncle."
Huo Fengyan followed the method and tasted it. It was still hot, but not that hot.
Xu Qingzhi said: "Don't follow my father's example. Stir the porridge a few more times and blow it for a while before you can eat it."
As soon as you do this act of drinking porridge, you will feel older immediately.
Xu Qingzhi had only seen her father and grandpa eat like this.
It was already a cold day and the piping hot porridge soon became mouth-watering hot porridge.
Huo Fengyan tasted it and expected it to be delicious.
“It tastes good.”
"Yes, it tastes good." Xu Qingzhi took a comfortable sip. The hot porridge was wrapped in the fragrance of eggs and had the sweetness of white sugar. She added less sugar, and there was only a trace of sweetness. The fragrance of the fried rice,
Combined with the flavor of lard, it's so delicious.
Wang Yanmei recalled that time: "The neighbor's child used to make a fuss about not eating. At that time, the neighbor came to visit my house. The child smelled the porridge very fragrant and insisted on having a bowl. It was full. The child
All finished."
This egg porridge really has the taste that children love most.
Xu Qingzhi loved drinking it when he was a child.
But the Xu family doesn't eat it often. They only have a bowl in winter when they boil lard.
You'll get tired of it after eating too much, but when you first taste it, it's really fragrant.
In the middle of winter, a bowl of hot egg porridge will make you feel comfortable all day long.
After breakfast, Xu Fuqiang went to the back mountain to catch chickens and ducks in preparation for lunch.
Wang Yanmei is responsible for cooking, and it is Xu Fuqiang's job to handle the chickens and ducks.
After all, after two or three failed attempts at killing chickens and ducks, Wang Yanmei never touched this job again.
Xu Qingzhi's mother killed a duck for the first time since she could remember. It was when her father was asked to tow a truck temporarily. At that time, many people returned to the village at the end of the year. A young kid from some family didn't remember Dao'er and didn't slow down when turning.
He kicked the accelerator and jumped into the field.
Only her mother came to kill the duck, and she even called Xiao Qingzhi to go to the kitchen in advance to get a small bowl.
At that time, Ms. Wang clamped the hair on the duck's neck, picked up the kitchen knife, and saw only a blood mark when she cut it with the first cut. Then she sharpened it one by one, just like a carpenter sawing wood with a saw.
The duck made a lot of money, but there wasn't much duck blood in the bowl. Ms. Wang followed her father's example and threw the duck to the ground and let it flop around for a while.
As a result, the duck stood up, flew around and knocked over the duck blood bowl that had not been collected in time.
At that time, it was still in the old yard, and ducks were jumping everywhere.
The duck was running ahead, but her mother was very calm at first and said, "It will stop after a while."
As a result, the duck behind jumped into the ground and jumped far away. Ms. Wang quickly patted her thigh and chased after it, still blaming the kitchen knife for being too blunt.
Xu Fuqiang killed a chicken and duck, and the hot water in the kitchen was boiled.
Apply hot water to chickens and ducks to remove their hair.
Xu Zijun was rolling up his sleeves and getting ready to help with hair removal.
Wang Yanmei: "Be careful if your clothes get dirty, go ahead and let your dad do it."
Xu Zijun was driven away, then suddenly remembered: "Mom, do you still remember the first time you killed a duck..."
Wang Yanmei stamped her foot: "If you say this, what will you do?"
Xu Zijun was laughing there, "The duck was running all over the yard, and even ran out from behind and jumped into the ground."
Wang Yanmei gave him a hammer on the arm, still speaking harshly: "The kitchen knife hadn't been sharpened for a long time and was too blunt."
Then, she looked at her man and asked, "Is that right?"
Xu Fuqiang nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, where is the kitchen knife at home? I think it is blunt again. I will chop chicken and duck later to sharpen it."