Wang Dajuan was cheerful and didn't seem to care about this sentence.
"I'm in a good mood today. The child can't walk very far. The tricycle is only a few dollars. Let's cheer the child up."
After Wang Dajuan and Fang Yumei sat down, the tricycle driver started to hum.
There are two types of tricycles here.
One type is a tricycle with a carriage covered with a layer of nylon cloth. Wooden boards are placed on both sides of the carriage for people to sit on. It can seat many people, and you can only see outside from the rear of the carriage.
One type is a tricycle with special seats, one seat for the rider in the front and two seats for passengers in the back. The top is closed, but the sides are open, allowing you to have a clear view of the surrounding scenery.
This type of bus usually costs 50 cents per person when traveling between Dafang Village and the county.
Fang Yumei sat in the car seat, curiously turning her head to look at the scene outside.
The newly planted rice seedlings in the field are small and stand neatly in the water at fixed intervals.
There are clusters of morning glories on the roadside, and many purple and white flowers are still blooming.
There are many ditches beside the fields.
Fang Yumei looked at these ditches and wondered if there were any fish in them.
The scenery was similar along the way, but Fang Yumei just kept looking at it, happily and not getting tired of it.
When we arrived at the county town, the place where we got off the bus was very lively and there was a vegetable market.
Many people sell their own vegetables here.
The dirt ground was bumpy and mixed with some sand, and there was smelly rotten water in the low-lying areas.
Because many people raise chickens and sell them here. After the chickens are killed, the blood flows here and gradually becomes smelly.
Some people also put fish here to sell, and the water used to raise fish is very fishy.
The vegetable market is busiest in the morning when vegetables are sold. There are also a few food stalls on the roadside, exuding the aroma of life.
There were people frying dough sticks, mixing noodles, boiling wontons, frying pancakes, and selling glutinous rice cakes. Fang Yumei's mouth was watering at the sight of all these delicacies.
They all look delicious.
She wants to eat everything.
Wang Dajuan was still in a good mood at this time.
She asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Fang Yumei was a little hesitant to choose, fearing that she would be scolded if she made the wrong choice.
After a while, she said tentatively, "I want to eat clear soup."
Clear soup is made of wontons with more skin and less meat, which are put into soup with sesame oil. It tastes hot, smooth and fragrant, with a hint of meat flavor.
Wang Dajuan didn't scold her. She took her to sit in front of the stall that was cooking clear soup. These stalls had some tables and chairs placed around so that people could sit down and eat.
"Help me make a bowl of clear soup!"
"Okay! It'll be ready soon!" The clear soup stall owner responded enthusiastically and immediately grabbed a handful of clear soup and threw it into the pot.
There are only about ten pieces in a bowl. Once you become skilled at it, you will know how much to put in one handful.
In a few seconds, the steaming clear soup was served on the table.
Wonton wrappers float in the soup, and a fragrant aroma hits your nose.
Fang Yumei asked: "Grandma, do you want to eat something?"
Wang Dajuan laughed and said, "If you don't want milk, you can drink it yourself."
So Fang Yumei picked up the spoon and scooped up a whole wonton from the boiling soup. The translucent thin skin hung down from the edge of the spoon like a piece of silk.
She blew on it, then bit down along the skin, and slowly put the meaty part on the spoon into her mouth.
Since the broth was very hot, she wasn't eating it too slowly.
But Wang Dajuan still urged: "Eat quickly! I'll take you to eat other delicious food later. If you go too late, it will be gone."
Fang Yumei had no choice but to speed up, and her tongue couldn't help but get burned, and a tingling sensation spread all over the surface of her tongue.
After finishing the clear soup, Wang Dajuan paid the bill and took Fang Yumei for a walk.
While strolling, Wang Dajuan said, "Yumei, are you happy today?"
Fang Yumei nodded happily: "Happy, the clear soup is really delicious!"
A faint light flashed in Wang Dajuan's eyes, and then she laughed:
"Grandma treated you to a tricycle ride today and bought you some clear soup. It's not really treating you unfairly, is it?"
Fang Yumei didn't understand this sentence. She was still thinking about how to answer when Wang Dajuan suddenly stopped and looked at her with dim eyes.
"Do you want to go to the bathroom?"
Fang Yumei shook her head.
Wang Dajuan said, "Wait here for a moment. I'm going to the bathroom and will be back soon."
The innocent Fang Yumei nodded.
"Okay."
Her tongue is still numb, just like the sound of the cicadas chirping in the trees, numb.
After waiting for a while, Fang Yumei thought that her grandmother was going to go to school.
Seeing the sun coming, she found a shady place and sat on a stone slab.
She is not afraid of being scolded.
At worst, you can wash your pants yourself.
She usually washes her own clothes anyway.
Public toilets still charge a fee these days.
Wang Dajuan didn't want to go to the toilet and didn't want to spend money, she simply walked towards the toilet to deceive Fang Yumei.
Then she took another route around the toilet door.
She was afraid that Fang Yumei would react and catch up with her, so she bought some fried dough sticks and called a tricycle to take her back to Dafang Village.
She walked into the house calmly, still holding the fried dough sticks in her hand. She put them on the table and said to Hua Gaozhi:
"Make a soup with fried dough sticks at noon."
Hua Gaozhi saw her coming back without Fang Yumei following her, so he asked:
"Didn't Yumei come back with you?"
Wang Dajuan said calmly, "She went to the library to read and said she would come back for lunch."
Hua Gaozhi nodded without any doubt.
After all, no matter how crazy the old woman is, she wouldn't abandon her granddaughter who is already seven or eight years old, right?
Then she went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables and wash them.
Originally, Hua Gaozhi went to the cafeteria to eat, but today Wang Dajuan asked her to make soup with fried dough sticks, probably for them to eat at home.
I don’t know what’s wrong with this old woman that she suddenly becomes so nice.
Ask her to make lunch and she won't hesitate.
Steam the rice thoroughly and don’t add sweet potatoes to make the meal.
Add more oil to the dish and cut a piece of bacon from the beam.
The eggs were thrown into the pot one by one as if they were free.
The aroma wafted into the air before dinner time.
When Wang Dajuan smelled the aroma, her face couldn't help but twitch. She knew as soon as she smelled it that Hua Gaozhi must have used a lot of good ingredients.
But she had just lost Fang Yumei today, so she didn't say anything.
Heartbroken, she decided never to have Hua Gaozhi eat at her home again.
Fang Jianguo got some meat from the cafeteria, but when he didn't see Hua Gaozhi, he knew she would eat at home today, so he took the meat home as well.
Now the dishes on the table are extremely rich.
Scrambled eggs with green beans, fried bacon with chili peppers, fried dough sticks and egg drop soup, and a shiny eggplant.
Combined with the tomato stewed beef brisket brought by Fang Jianguo, everyone was successfully made hungry.
"Hey, where is Yumei? Why doesn't she come to eat?" Fang Jianguo turned around and didn't see his daughter, feeling a little puzzled.
Wang Dajuan said calmly, "Oh, when she came back with me today, she went to the library. She probably forgot the time while reading there. Go and ask her to come back for dinner."
Fang Jianguo didn't suspect anything and turned around and walked out.
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