However, judging from the feedback from the workers, she has been very successful as a boss.
Island Master Xu felt very happy when he heard this.
The children were in the strawberry garden. After picking and eating enough, each of them returned to the living area carrying two baskets of strawberries. They saw the adults washing the sage grass. Curiously, they squatted next to Xu Suizhu, who was helping wash them, and asked if the grass was dry.
Yeah.
"I'm making Qingming cakes." Xu Suizhu saw several children sweating profusely while playing. Each of them was given a small square towel and asked them to line up at the well to wash their faces and hands.
When the little foodie bun heard that it was Qingming Kueh, his already bright eyes became even brighter. He raised his head and let Zhuang Yi wash his face while asking: "Qingming Kueh is a green dumpling with dried bamboo shoots and bacon wrapped inside? That one?"
It’s always delicious! It’s always delicious! I love eating it!”
"There's nothing you don't like to eat." Zhuang Yi smiled and rubbed his head.
The little bun tilted his head: "Brother Yi, you're not picky about food either!"
"..."
A top student also has a day when he is speechless.
"If you want to eat Qingming cakes quickly, you have to work together!" Xu Suizhu assigned them a task - peeling spring bamboo shoots.
To prevent the bamboos from growing too densely in the bamboo garden, three to five hundred pounds of spring bamboo shoots must be dug up every year.
Now is the time when the spring bamboo shoots are at their most tender, so make Qingming Cake with shredded pork and pickled vegetables; add a few slices to any dish to enhance their freshness; or braise bamboo shoots in oil, stew chicken soup, cook duck soup... In short, you can use spring bamboo shoots.
There are too many dishes to cook, too many to count.
By the end of April, when the bamboo shoots are old, the bamboo shoots at that time are basically dried or salted. If there are more bamboo shoots, some will be given to the workers as welfare, if there are less, they will be divided among several companies. Generally, they can be eaten until the Chinese New Year and New Year's Eve.
The old duck pot is stewed with pickled fresh bamboo shoots and ham. Therefore, having a bamboo garden, not only beautiful, but also able to eat bamboo shoots all year round, is also a hidden wealth.
While several children were sitting in rows on small benches peeling bamboo shoots, a few old hens living in the bamboo garden seemed to recognize them, clucking, pacing, and strolling among the children like a leisurely garden.
They walked back and forth, lowering their heads from time to time to peck at bugs or grass seeds on the ground. They were very brave.
It’s true that Little Baozi likes small animals, but maybe he’s been accustomed to chicken and duck meat since he was a child. When he saw the old hen, his first reaction was not “so cute” or “want to hug”, but instead: “Why are these chickens here?”
?Come on, hurry up! Don’t make trouble! These bamboo shoots are for making Qing Ming cakes, don’t peck them, if you get naughty again I’ll stew you!”
"..."
Just when everyone thought he would stand up and drive the chickens back to the bamboo garden, they saw him first frowning, then unfurling his brows, squatting under the shade of the tree, holding a handful of strawberries like an uncle, one after another.
The little macaque who threw it into his mouth shouted: "Xiao Mao! Are you full? After you are full, I will give you a task. Drive these chickens back to the chicken coop! Their nest is over there... in the bamboo garden.
,Did you see it? It’s right there..."
He struggled to communicate with his friends.
From the adults' point of view, with this time, the chickens would have been driven back to the bamboo garden long ago.
But Xiaobaozi felt that such a simple thing could be left to his friends.
Firstly, good friends should help each other; secondly, how can it be done if friends only eat but do not work? They will become lazy monkeys.
He didn't want his little friend to change from a clever little monkey to a big fat slow loris.
The little macaque didn't know whether he understood it or not, but he did grab two handfuls of strawberries and stumbled a few steps toward the chickens while eating them. The old hens were so frightened that they immediately fluttered their wings and ran away until the alarm was lifted.
Then he walked among the children again.
As soon as Little Baozi saw their figures, he immediately shouted again: "Xiao Mao——"
The little macaque gradually figured out a pattern: when he saw the chickens, he would make a grimace with his teeth bared, and he even taught himself to hit the chickens with strawberries.
The chicken pecked a few mouthfuls of the strawberries, and probably thought they tasted good, so he ignored the annoying monkey and lowered his head to peck the strawberries on the ground.
The little macaque was dumbfounded when he saw it. He wanted to drive them away, but in the end he ended up giving feed to the chickens. What a big deal! So he jumped and screamed at the chickens.
The old hen continued to ignore it, and buried its head in pecking at the strawberries. The little macaque was so frightened that it rushed to the chickens and squeaked wildly. Not to be outdone, the old hen responded with a clucking sound.
Watching as the monkey-chicken war is about to break out.
Seeing that something was wrong, Little Baozi quickly stood up and started a fight: "Stop the quarrel! Stop the quarrel!"
Then he picked up a thin bamboo stick and, with a lot of effort, finally drove the chickens back to the bamboo garden.
I ran back exhausted and sweating profusely. When I saw Xu Suizhu, I threw myself into her arms and said coquettishly: "Mom! I finally know how tired you adults are! I am so tired just driving the chickens back to the henhouse.
No. Mom, please sit down quickly and I will wash the strawberries for you! I picked all of this basket..."
Watching my son squatting at the mouth of the well, shaking the well water to wash strawberries, the sunlight shines through the mottled leaves on his little face that is no longer baby fat. The tiny beads of sweat on the nose are refracted by the sunlight and become crystal clear, like a drop of rain-moistened water.
The natural gems exude the most dazzling light.
At this moment, Xu Suizhu suddenly felt a sense of relief that "my child has just grown up."
My son has really grown up!
"If I don't grow up, I will become a stupid son of a landlord."
Boss Lu made this comment after hearing what she said.
Xu Suizhu punched him: "Have you ever said that about your son?"
Lu Chixiao smiled and held her pink fist: "This is my objective evaluation. To be honest, he will be ten years old soon, and I can't spoil him anymore."
Xu Suizhu glanced at him with a smile: "How can I get used to him? Also, what does it mean to be ten years old soon? You can tell me, my eighth birthday has not even passed yet! According to your logic, am I going to be ten years old soon too?
I’m on my fourth birthday? You think I’m old in disguise, don’t you?”
Boss Lu: "..."
Why is it a proposition?
He quickly hugged his wife and coaxed her: "Don't tell me that you are only thirty this year. Even if you are forty or fifty, I will not think you are old! You have forgotten that I am three years older than you! Doesn't thinking you are old means I dislike me?
Are you old?"
Teacher Xu snorted arrogantly: "A man is a flower forty-one, a woman is thirty-year-old dregs!"
Lu Chixiao couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand to pinch her soft tofu-like face: "Look at this skin, it's so tender and supple. How does it look like tofu? The soft tofu is not as tender as it."
Xu Suizhu couldn't help laughing and failed.
Speaking of which, this year is her thirtieth birthday, and usually she would have a big party and a lively party. But as luck would have it, he had to go on a business trip.
But it's still early, her birthday is in Mangzhong, and he should be back from a business trip by then.
Lu Chixiao was also thinking about this. How could he forget his child's mother's birthday? If he forgets his son, he will never forget to kiss his wife.
He has already prepared birthday gifts. Now he hopes that the salvage of the sunken ship in Sri Lanka will go smoothly so that he can finish work and return to China as scheduled before the mother's birthday.