Today's breakfast is white porridge and salted duck eggs.

Of course, salted duck eggs are not the only option, there is also a plate of fermented tofu.

In Meicheng, porridge is often served with stir-fried vegetables, but people also occasionally eat moldy tofu and salted duck eggs.

The salted duck eggs are now starting to ooze oil.

Wang Yanmei peeled the eggshell and poked it with chopsticks. The yellow oil in the middle flowed out, and the sight of the oil flowing out made people salivate.

She couldn't help but sigh: "Qingzhi, your salted duck eggs are so successful. The salted duck eggs we made in previous years were not as beautiful as these."

"Try it quickly." Xu Qingzhi said, peeling one as well, and handed it to her father, also peeling it juicy.

Xu Fuqiang held the bowl of porridge and stirred it gently with chopsticks. The porridge was still hot, but the porridge at the edge of the bowl was cooler, so he sipped a mouthful of porridge along the edge of the bowl and then took a bite of the salted duck egg.

"These salted duck eggs are really delicious."

Unlike the ordinary salted duck eggs in previous years which tasted dry and powdery, the salted duck eggs this time tasted delicate and fragrant.

Xu Zijun originally wanted to bring a few salted duck eggs to school, but after eating them, he immediately changed his mind. He decided to bring at least ten or twenty of them, they were so delicious.

The food in the cafeteria is not delicious, and the salted duck eggs are a good seasoning for rice.

After breakfast, Xu Qingzhi thought about the dried peanuts her grandpa had sent her a while ago. She wanted to eat some candied peanuts, so she kept asking her mother to make them for her.

What else could she do if her daughter wanted to eat? Of course Wang Yanmei did it.

It’s easy to make anyway, and it’s great as a snack at home.

Put the peanuts into the pan and fry them over low heat until they start to crackle. After they cool down, they will have a crispy texture when you chew them.

Then slowly boil white sugar and water until the sugar liquid is in a stringy state when scooped up, and it is just right, then you can turn off the heat.

Pour in the cooled peanuts and stir quickly to combine.

In less than a minute, you can see the liquid syrup turning into white frosting coating the peanuts.

Xu Qingzhi couldn't wait to taste one. It was crispy on the outside and crunchy on the inside. It was so fragrant, and it had some of the flavor of his childhood.

She often felt that memories were not just some illusory images in her mind, but could be smells or tastes...

Once she smelled a faint floral fragrance, and she felt as if her whole soul relaxed, as if she had returned to her childhood. That was the floral fragrance she could only smell when she was looking for rhododendrons in the mountains when she was a child.

The same is true when eating peanuts at this moment, it seems that my mind automatically maps to a time in the past when I ate this flavor.

Some things may not be extremely delicious in themselves, but if they are accompanied by good memories, they will taste great.

The two little ones in the space were chattering.

"Ga, ga, ga~" These chestnuts have so many thorns, but the owner just waved his hand and several large baskets of chestnuts were processed. I really don't understand.

"Meow~" I can't understand it either.

Xu Qingzhi used his spiritual sense to convey the message: "It is better to peel the chestnuts yourself, so that they taste better."

She is no longer the Xu Qingzhi who died suddenly due to being involved in the entertainment industry, nor is she the Qingzhi who killed people until her eyes turned bloodshot in the world of immortal cultivation.

What she wants and what she seeks is the life she has now.

How nice.

Grandpa would ask from time to time: "Qingzhi, are you hot?"

Xu Qingzhi shook his head: "Not hot."

After a while, "Grandpa is going to buy you a popsicle. Do you want to eat it?"

"Eat!" Xu Qingzhi raised his hands happily and asked, "Grandpa, I want some pudding."

Xu Zijun, who was peeling chestnuts and sweating profusely, said listlessly: "Grandpa, I want the mung bean one."

Xu Fuqiang stood up and said, "Dad, I'll go buy it."

The old man waved his hand and refused: "I'll go."

Xu Fuqiang sat down again, "Dad, then buy me a bottle of iced black tea. I also like it hot. A big bottle for three yuan."

The old man glanced at him, snorted with an ambiguous tone, and left without saying whether he would buy it or not.

As soon as the person left, Xu Fuqiang's cell phone rang.

He took off his gloves, pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at it. "Why is your third aunt calling me?"

Xu Qingzhi raised his eyes.

Xu Fuqiang answered the phone, "Hello, Third Aunt."

In Kyoto, the third aunt said eagerly, "Fuqiang, Zhiming got a can of good tea a while ago and wanted to send it to you."

(End of this chapter)