Rongrong's eyes were complicated, with a bit of surprise and a bit of gratitude. She pursed her lips and finally taught the child hesitantly: "You took your sister's things, what do you want to say?"

The child scratched her head and looked at her mother with her round eyes in confusion.

Rongrong patiently taught: "Say thank you."

The child said in a childish voice, "Thank you~"

Xu Qingzhi replied: "You're welcome."

Xiao Dongxiang waved and said, "Uncle, we won't delay your business any longer."

"Okay, come to my house and get some sweet potatoes next time you want them." Grandpa said politely.

The way back to the courtyard from the mountain is not far, but we chose a more convenient road and took a detour.

The father and son of the Xu family each carried two baskets of sweet potatoes on their shoulders and came back without getting red in the face or out of breath. However, the young men, after unloading the loads, they wished they could sit down on the spot.

The sweet potatoes harvested from the fields were casually spread on the ground, and Xu Fuqiang was given the sweet potato leaves to feed the pigs.

Grandpa only raised a few chickens and ducks, but no pigs.

Afterwards, grandpa took out a woven bag and filled it with another bag of sweet potatoes for Xu Fuqiang to take back and eat.

Xu Fuqiang simply threw a bag of sweet potatoes behind the tricycle, and Xu Qingzhi drove the tricycle home first.

Wang Yanmei had just finished cooking when she heard some noise outside. She came out and saw Xu Qingzhi alone. She asked, "Where are your father and the others?"

"They were walking back behind, and I came back first, dragging a bag of sweet potatoes." Xu Qingzhi reached out and took a bag of sweet potatoes from the back of the tricycle.

Wang Yanmei cried out "Ouch" and quickly went to pick it up. "It's so heavy, you're a girl, don't hurt your back. Wait for your dad to come back and let him carry it."

Xu Qingzhi had already taken the bundle down with both hands, tied with a rope, and in one go he carried it directly to the corner of the doorway of his home. "Mom, don't worry, my arms are strong."

Wang Yanmei opened the woven bag and took a look. "The sweet potatoes your grandpa planted this year are so beautiful. None of them are small. They are all plump and round."

"Of course there are no small ones." Xu Qingzhi went to get a glass of water. "Grandpa picked out the best sweet potatoes for us. Not only are there small ones, there are also big ones like this one."

She took a sip of water, put the cup down, and gestured with both hands, "It's this big! But it's a pity that it's rotten. Grandpa said that he would pick up the rotten ones and send them back to cook in our pig feed for the pigs."

"Yeah." Wang Yanmei responded, picked out a few sweet potatoes and asked, "Big girl, do you want to eat sweet potato vegetarian food?"

Xu Qingzhi's eyes lit up.

"think!"

But……

"That's too much trouble. I still have to make dinner."

Xu Qingzhi said happily: "Okay!"

In the kitchen, the mushroom chicken soup is already simmering, the fragrant dried beans and pork belly and the bright red steamed pork with rice flour are being steamed in the steamer, and the stewed spicy duck is already cooked and is quietly lying in the pressure cooker, just waiting for the diners to come back and stew it for a dozen minutes until it is soft.

As for the vegetables, Wang Yanmei washed and cut them, and prepared the garlic, chili and chopped green onions.

In Meicheng, vegetables are stir-fried at the end and can be served in just a few minutes, which is not a big deal.

So, as long as my daughter wants to eat it, I will have time to make some vegetarian sweet potato food, and then we can just have dinner later.

Wang Yanmei took out the flour and poured it into a stainless steel basin.

Xu Qingzhi felt that this wash basin was familiar, so he asked, "Mom, isn't this the wash basin we used to wash our faces in when we were kids?"

"Yes, we don't need a washbasin to wash our faces anymore. This washbasin is not broken and can still be used. I have kneaded the dough several times and it is very solid. We used it to make mooncakes last time." After pouring the flour, Wang Yanmei slapped her head and said, "We have to steam the sweet potatoes first. Look at my memory."

There are many pots at home, in addition to electric steamers, there are also steamers that can be used on open flame stoves.

Wash the sweet potatoes, peel them, cut them into small pieces, put them in a bowl, and then steam them in a steamer.

Wang Yanmei continued to pour the flour, muttering to herself, "Less white rice flour and more glutinous rice flour. It will taste better and look better when soaked in oil."

"How about we grow some glutinous rice next year?" Xu Qingzhi said.

Wang Yanmei nodded, "Okay, your dad and your grandpa really like this glutinous rice, they think it's delicious."

"I think it smells good too." Xu Qingzhi didn't really like glutinous rice because he hadn't eaten it for a long time.

I only remember that in my childhood memories, I cooked glutinous rice several times, sprinkled white sugar on it, and stirred it. She held the rice bowl and ate it, and it was really delicious.

"Okay, plant them all. We have space to plant them now anyway. Plant whatever you want to eat." Wang Yanmei said with a smile, "I've found that the food out there isn't as delicious as the food we grow at home. I heard someone say while playing cards today that many potatoes in supermarkets are sprayed with pesticides to prevent them from sprouting for fear that they'll go bad."

"Then our family will grow our own potatoes," said Xu Qingzhi.

Wang Yanmei waved her hand: "But no one in my family eats potatoes."

Xu Qingzhi: "I remember that there were no potatoes for sale when I went to the market before. It seemed that no one grew potatoes."

“There are not many people who eat potatoes here.”

The large group that arrived late had just arrived home. Hearing the conversation in the kitchen, Xu Zijun interrupted and said, "Who said that no one eats potatoes at home? Mom, it's because you never cook potatoes. I just like eating potatoes, and the dry pot potatoes outside the school are especially delicious."

(End of this chapter)