Wang Yanmei shook her head: "No sugar."

"How come this milk without sugar tastes sweet?" the poker player was surprised.

Xia Qin explained: "Fresh milk is like this, with thick milk skin and butter on top, and it tastes sweet."

Xia Liannan drank the milk and sighed, "This fresh milk tastes different, it has a strong milky flavor. In comparison, the milk I buy tastes as thin as water."

Aunt Zhou took a sip and agreed, "That's right."

The poker player who originally just wanted to buy winter melon, after drinking such delicious milk, immediately had other ideas.

"Yanmei, this milk is so delicious. Today is Saturday and my daughter is at home. Can I buy some of this milk and take it home?"

"Just scoop some back." Wang Yanmei waved her hand.

The main thing is that Qingzhi said before that before you sell anything at home, you must make sure you have a license.

For example, the vegetables and fruits sold at home have all gone through formal processes and procedures and are compliant and legal.

The same cannot be said for the pigs raised at the back. They can only be eaten by the family and cannot be sold.

So she didn't know whether she could sell the milk.

Besides, this woman playing cards probably won’t ask for much milk, so there’s no need to be stingy.

The poker player bought five kilograms of winter melon and took a can of sterilized fresh milk.

The jar is an empty jar that I used to eat canned oranges from.

Wang Yanmei couldn't bear to throw these things away, so she washed the empty cans cleanly and also the beautiful and exquisite boxes, putting them neatly in the house.

Before leaving, the poker player thanked you several times and said, "I'm so sorry. I said I came to your house to buy something, but now I'm drinking and taking things with me."

Wang Yanmei waved her hand and smiled, "What's the big deal?"

Everyone rested for a while and continued to process the winter melon. The sun gradually set over the hills in the west.

The crow and the big cat, one standing on the persimmon tree, the other lying on the tree. The leaves had already fallen off, leaving the tree bare, the yellow light of the setting sun shone through the branches, shining on the two little ones.

Everything is so beautiful.

The express delivery truck has taken away all the winter melon deliveries for today.

After Aunt Zhou and the others finished their work, Wang Yanmei asked them to take some winter melon back to eat.

Wang Yanmei was sorting out empty cans and glass bottles and said, "Tomorrow is Sunday. Your brother and his family have half a day off in the afternoon. It's a good time to pack some milk for your father to deliver to your brother. The milk produced by our own cows is definitely better than the milk sold outside."

Xu Qingzhi responded: "Yeah."

She watched her mother cleaning up the empty cans and glass bottles in the kitchen, and suddenly remembered her school days. Because the village primary school only had grades one to four, she had to go to a school farther away starting from the fifth grade.

She lived in the school dormitory for a year. She was eleven or twelve years old and as thin as a bamboo pole. Her mother was always worried that the food in the cafeteria was not tasty and would let her go hungry.

She always washed the cans and glass bottles at home clean. Every Monday, she would get up at five o'clock and go to Daji Village to catch the earliest bus to school at six o'clock.

Every time she got up, a yellow light bulb was already on in the kitchen. After she finished washing up, she would have a bowl of steaming hot rice noodles with meat and eggs, as well as four or five freshly fried eggs with peppers in a glass bottle for her to take to school.

The glass jar containing the vegetables was always wrapped in a white plastic bag, then covered with another layer of plastic bag to ensure that it would not spill, and stuffed into the net bag on the side of the schoolbag.

One side of the schoolbag's net pocket contained an umbrella, and the other side contained canned vegetables.

When we ate at school, we would take our aluminum lunch boxes and queue up at the open-air food window. After eating, we would squat on the ground in an empty big house with a few friends and eat in a circle.

She always brought one more can of food than other students. Sometimes it was a poached egg, sometimes it was pork with grapes, sometimes it was steamed pork with rice flour, and sometimes it was fried spicy fish fillets that were crispy and browned, which always made her classmates envious.

These dishes can only be eaten for two days in hot weather, and will go bad on the third day.

The dishes were cold, but they all tasted great. When I think back to it now, I still remember how delicious it was when I ate them with hot white rice.

Xu Qingzhi suddenly said, "Mom, I want to eat fried chili and poached eggs tonight. I want the poached eggs to be cooked a little bit!"

"Why do you suddenly want to eat this? Are you tired of the chicken and duck at home?" Wang Yanmei joked with a smile, but as long as conditions permit, she will never refuse her daughter's request in this regard, "Okay, we have plenty of eggs at home anyway."

There is nothing wrong with scrambled eggs with peppers.

If Xu Qingzhi suddenly mentioned wanting to eat sea cucumber and bird's nest at this moment, he would most likely be scolded by Ms. Wang.

Wang Yanmei first steamed the pork with rice flour and stewed the chicken soup, then fried some spicy pork ribs with ginger and stewed them in a pressure cooker. Then she washed and cut the vegetables neatly, and was very adept in the kitchen.

Xu Qingzhi was responsible for the small tasks of "pulling pepper stems" and "peeling garlic skins". He had originally planned to do more work and peel the ginger skin.

As a result, the ginger in his hand was snatched away by Ms. Wang.

"Okay, there's no need to peel the ginger, just wash it clean."

Xu Qingzhi just wondered, "Does this ginger really not need to be peeled?" The ginger was scrubbed and washed clean by her mother, and placed on the chopping board. The kitchen knife was slapped with a "beep, beep, beep~" and it was cut.

"Call and ask where your grandpa and the others are. We'll be able to eat soon."

Xu Qingzhi took out her cell phone to make a call, but the person on the other end didn't answer, so she had to call her dad and ask him to pick the person up.

Wang Yanmei has already started cooking a few finishing dishes.

I use a black iron pan at home. I have been using it for many years and it never sticks.

Heat oil in a pan, crack an egg on the stove, and put the egg into the pan with one hand. The egg will begin to take shape in the hot oil with a sizzling sound.

Xu Qingzhi likes to eat food that is a little browned and a little more cooked.

Wang Yanmei will fry the eggs for a little longer. After frying seven or eight golden brown eggs, she will pour green and red peppers and chopped garlic into the hot oil and stir-fry for a few seconds. The spicy flavor will come out.

The peppers in Meicheng are not spicy at all. After stir-frying, they are extremely spicy.

Pour the eggs in again, add seasoning and stir-fry.

The juicy fried eggs and red, green and yellow peppers whet your appetite at first sight.

Wang Yanmei served the fried eggs and said, "Nothing out there tastes as good as what my mom makes, right?"

Xu Qingzhi nodded: "Of course!"

She brought out the dishes and put the bowls and chopsticks in order.

While Wang Yanmei was cooking, she called Xu Fuqiang again and asked them how long it would take them to come back. After hanging up, she threw the phone into the front pocket of her apron and continued to stir-fry the dishes with the spatula in her hand.

All the hot air in the cooking pot was sucked away by the range hood, and the steam from the steamer next to it overflowed, and the whole kitchen seemed to be shrouded in mist.

Xu Qingzhi turned around and saw a figure in the kitchen under the mist. It was a bloated middle-aged woman. Her hands with gold bracelets were constantly stirring the vegetables in the pot.

The woman turned around and shouted in a loud voice, "Qingzhi, there is the sound of a car outside. Go see if your father and your grandfather are back."

Xu Qingzhi responded: "Okay, Mom."

Just like when she was a child, every time she heard the sound of her father's tricycle coming back, she couldn't wait and ran out to see.

But the car has now turned into a decent white sedan, confirming that Dad and the others have returned.

Then she shouted inside to tell her mother, "Dad is back."

Wang Yanmei: "Get ready to eat!"