Since there was not much pork left for Mrs. Tan, her dumplings were finished first even though they were complicated to wrap.
Mrs. Tan said that it takes a long time to cook the Lagu zongzi, so Qiao Qingqing put hers in the pot first.
The remaining rice dumplings were wrapped one after another.
Pots of rice dumplings were placed on the stove.
Originally, Qiao Qingqing thought that Madam Tan was exaggerating.
But when the wrapped dumplings were all out of the pot and Mrs. Tan said that she still needed to cook the dozen or so dumplings, Qiao Qingqing was dumbfounded.
Since we had made rice dumplings the day before, we didn’t cook in the evening and everyone just ate rice dumplings.
Just like that, a table was filled with rice dumplings of both salty and sweet flavors. Except for Qiao Qingqing and Lu Heng, everyone else seemed to be only interested in the flavors they had grown up with.
Lu Heng thought that the rice dumplings made by his wife were delicious and had a unique flavor - it seemed that he was gradually becoming accustomed to his wife's eating habits.
Finally, when everyone had almost finished eating, Mrs. Tan’s dozen or so rice dumplings came out of the pot!
"Hurry up, I've been waiting for a long time."
Qiao Qingqing was a little impatient and pushed the zongzi in front of her away, ready to taste the ancient zongzi that had made her curious for a long time.
The first feeling when you get the Lagu Zong is that it is firm.
Under Mrs. Tan's demonstration, the three female comrades each peeled a Lagu Zongzi.
After taking a bite, a strange fragrance spread in the mouth.
When they responded in this way, Mrs. Tan laughed and said, "That is the fragrance of the false konjac leaves and the ramie leaves."
Qiao Qingqing couldn't help but take another bite, chewing and chewing: "This zongzi..."
Chew, chew, chew. "It is indeed quite tight..."
Chew, chew, chew. "The taste is a little different..."
She turned around and handed the zongzi to Lu Heng's mouth: "Would you like to try it too?"
Lu Heng lowered his head and took a big bite from her hand.
Suddenly, only half of the meat was left.
Lu Heng frowned slightly, carefully savoring the strange taste in his mouth.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Mrs. Tan stared at him.
Lu Heng thought for a moment: "It's a rather special taste... It's OK, I can accept it."
He said it was acceptable, not delicious. Admittedly, the differences between the north and the south cannot be erased so easily.
Mrs. Tan didn't look down upon her either, she just smiled and said, "You guys have always eaten sweet rice dumplings, it's normal that you are not used to them."
"I quite like it." Qiao Qingqing said, turning to look at Xiaoman: "Do you think it tastes good?"
Yao Xiaoman nodded, "I like it too. I feel that the rice dumplings made by Aunt Tan are more sticky and firmer. They are indescribably delicious."
"If I had known it was so delicious, I would have prepared some more pork and asked you, Bo Li, to pack it." Qiao Qingqing said with regret.
There was quite a lot of glutinous rice. She used all the glutinous rice she was given at the end of last year to make rice dumplings.
Anyway, she has glutinous rice seeds. If she plants a crop in the space at the back, the harvested glutinous rice will be enough for her family to eat for two years.
After all, glutinous rice is not easy to digest and it is impossible to eat it every day.
When Mrs. Tan heard her words, she was so happy as if she had received great praise.
It was clearly the hometown delicacy that she and her husband had been longing for, but at this moment, Mrs. Tan pushed the whole basket of rice dumplings in front of Qiao Qingqing.
"If you like it, eat more. I packed about ten, which is enough for just a few of us."
Tan Xian'e watched his wife push away the rice dumplings he had been waiting for for a long time, and prayed in his heart: Leave one for me, leave one for me...
In the end, Qiao Qingqing of course didn't touch the rice dumplings.
She packed some sweet and salty rice dumplings and prepared to take them to the island tomorrow for the Dragon Boat Festival.
No one made rice dumplings on the island last year. I heard that they were busy with training and had no time to celebrate the festival.
Qiao Qingqing has not paid enough attention to the work on the island recently. If Lu Heng's injuries are almost recovered, she should go back and work seriously.
…
Qiao Qingqing carried a bamboo basket and set foot on the island with Yao Xiaoman.
——Zhou Lanfang still hasn’t come back.
They had already sent a letter to Zhou Lanfang's family, but they would not be able to find out anything about Zhou Lanfang until they received a reply.
All that can be done has been done, and all that is left is to wait.
Therefore, Yao Xiaoman and Qiao Qingqing devoted themselves to the work together.
Qiao Qingqing intended to train these two little sisters to be her assistants.
Squad Leader Qi probably saw through her intention. The last time he came to the island, he took the initiative to propose to register the two of them. In the future, when Qiao Qingqing is not convenient, they can take over the work for a short period of time as before, but they have to ensure that no problems will arise.
So after arriving on the island, Qiao Qingqing asked Yao Xiaoman to go to the logistics department first, while she took the rice dumplings to find Fu Ying and Zheng Ying.
Seeing her, the two battalion commanders were friendly.
After the two sides greeted each other, Zheng Ying spoke first: "How is Lu Heng's injury?"
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