The weekend soon arrived, and we had agreed to gather at my grandma's house. Jiang Cha rode his bike over early in the morning.
"Have you had breakfast? Your uncle just bought some fried dough sticks and tofu pudding, they're still warm. I'll get you a bowl, come inside and rest for a while."
As soon as they entered the room, Aunt Tong was busy making arrangements. Jiang Cha came in with her bag. She took out the red wine she had brought and placed it directly on the coffee table.
'Come here quickly while it's hot.'
I poured a large bowl of tofu pudding, used a spoon to stir the sauce evenly, and ate it all with fried cakes. It has been a long time since I had such a delicious tofu pudding. The tender and smooth tofu pudding was paired with the sauce made with black fungus, day lily, and egg.
She was sweating all over while eating, which made her feel extremely comfortable. It also neutralized the greasiness of the fried cakes. It was a perfect combination.
After washing the dishes and wiping the table, her friends came in, grunting and pushing carts. There were a lot of things on the carts of several people, packed tightly in baskets.
"Hurry up and help unload the truck! Oh my god, you're my mother, how could you come up with such a big dish!"
Several people were soaked, and the wicker baskets they brought were still dripping with water.
"Where have you been, getting all wet so early in the morning?"
Jiang Cha helped unload the truck and asked curiously.
'Aunt, my mother said she would make a big meal and send us on bikes to Miyun Reservoir, but we wandered around Taishitun and exchanged a basket of fish and a chicken with the village chief.
There were also a lot of tomatoes, cucumbers, beans, and even a rabbit. The villagers had secretly caught it in the mountains. We rode back in the dark, exhausted, covered in sweat.
Lei Zi complained about Aunt Tong while drinking water. Several of his friends gulped down the water, took their clothes and went to take a bath. If they put these clothes in the pot and boiled them, they could produce a pound of salt.
"I was thinking, let's eat something fresh. I heard that the fish in Miyun Reservoir can weigh dozens of kilograms. Why not go there while they're free? It's not far, so anywhere is fun."
Jiang Cha gave Aunt Tong a thumbs up. "You're such a good mother!" "It's almost a hundred kilometers round trip, isn't that far?" "You're so tired, silly boy!"
The indescribable expression made Aunt Tong laugh out loud.
"I heard your voice from far away. What are you laughing about? Tell us so we can have some fun together!"
Aunt Liu, Aunt Qin, and Uncle Fang came together. 'Old Zhao is busy, and I haven't seen him since. Aunt, please don't mind, I'll come alone.'
If Uncle Zhao can't come, Zhao Yibei will have even less hope.
"We're not strangers, so don't be polite to me. Come over and help! I've brought back a lot of stuff, and I've already cleaned it up and done it."
Grandma ordered Aunt Qin and Aunt Liu to work and drove Jiang Cha out.
The boys took a shower very quickly. In just a short while, they were all dressed up and looked completely different from before.
When they first walked in, they were covered in dust and their clothes were soaking wet. There was also a whiff of rabbit and fish. Jiang Cha didn't notice the stinking sweat on them. The disparity in strength barely maintained their appearance.
After greeting everyone, Aunt Tong began to assign tasks. She asked them to build a simple stove in the yard and later stew fish and pancakes in a large wood-fired pot.
Jiang Cha and the others took bricks from the yard and moved them around on the ground. No one had done this before and didn't know how to make it more stable and easy to burn.
"I know how to do this. Cooking is a traditional skill. That old soldier doesn't know how to do it! Back then, he was good at digging holes and making fire."
Uncle Fang took the shovel and dug a large trench in the ground. He then built a simple stove with bricks and stones and placed a large pot with eight seals on top.
"Hurry up, look, we're done. I haven't forgotten this skill at all. I'll roast a rabbit for you one day. My cooking skills are much better than Lao Jiang's. Who would eat his roasted rabbit except Jiang Cha's mother!"
Uncle Fang was showing off, "Oh, oh, we're outside, please give me some face, pain, pain, pain-"
"Ginger tea, I'll pinch it for you. It's okay! It's okay."
Aunt Qin came over and hugged Jiang Cha, worried that the child would be upset. Their father, Fang, was good in every way except for his inability to get along at home. He and Jiang Cha's father were no match for each other in this respect; they were both equally bad.
"Aunt Qin, we're fine. It's been several years, and we're all fine now. I really like hearing about them. I was young back then, and they were often not at home, so I missed a lot of interesting things."
Jiang Cha is not the original owner, but she really wants to hear about Jiang's father and mother, so she just pretends to be listening to the original owner.
Seeing that Jiang Cha was really fine, he picked vegetables while chatting with Jiang Cha; "Your Uncle Fang was in the same unit as your father. They went up the mountain to pick rabbits and roasted them for food. Your Uncle Fang's cooking skill was quite good, but his comrades snatched away all the rabbits. Your father roasted one, but he ate it all by himself. No one dared to touch it."
Aunt Qin laughed so hard that she couldn't continue talking and just kept rubbing her belly.
I continued, "That roasted rabbit was fine. It was a real treat during the three-year famine, and a real treat on the road." He ate less than half of it before his stomach ached so badly that he went to the infirmary, was diagnosed with food poisoning, and received intravenous fluids for two days.
We laughed at him a lot at first, but he kept quiet and found a girlfriend, your mother. She was a serious military doctor, a flower, and she ended up in your father's hands. They fell in love while he was giving her an IV.
Uncle Fang described Jiang's cooking skills. In the original owner's memory, their family often ate in the cafeteria. Both of them were masters of dark cuisine, one of the dark and the other of the assassination.
The fact that she was able to raise the child to this age was entirely due to the original owner's ease in raising him. While other children would need to be chased and fed, Little Jiangcha could already eat on his own.
She ate the canteen's big pot rice, steamed bread, multi-grain steamed buns, and flatbreads soaked in boiling water and a little vegetable soup, and she ate them with relish. Compared with the meals at home, the canteen was a paradise for food.
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