Chapter 205 Exploded
Although I'm too lazy to do anything myself, I still worry about letting a child go out on their own.
I stood in the windshield and watched Mancang's small figure appear on the hillside to the west of the yard before I felt at ease.
Mancang worked very efficiently, constantly and quickly cutting down the frozen branches. The dogs were rather short, so you could only occasionally see them jumping up and their ears fluttering as they jumped.
It's so great to be young, so full of energy.
I went to the small west room to find some sweet potatoes and buried them under the stove.
Around the time Mancang returned from his second trip with firewood, I found the teapot and kettle used for brewing tea around the stove, poured in black tea and milk powder, and put it on the stove to boil.
Feeling something was missing, I poured in a bag of expired milk tea, and instantly the aroma of milk tea filled the air.
Indeed, sometimes we still have to rely on technology and hard work.
A short while later, Mancang returned carrying a bundle of firewood that was even bigger than himself.
He carefully stacked the firewood, locked the gate, and called the dogs back into the windshield.
As I squatted down and shoveled the sweet potatoes out, I called out to Mancang by the door, "Change your clothes and come eat some roasted sweet potatoes!"
"There's something delicious!"
Upon hearing that there was something delicious to eat, Mancang immediately sped up his work, quickly putting on his clothes and squatting by the stove to look at the sweet potatoes.
The roasted sweet potatoes are soft to the touch, with slightly wrinkled skin. When you gently tear them apart, you'll find bright yellow sweet potato flesh inside.
I handed the first peeled sweet potato to Mancang: "You must have eaten roasted sweet potatoes often when you were at your third uncle's house, right?"
This stuff is produced in large quantities, and eating sweet potatoes is probably the most common thing to do during years of famine.
Mancang blew on it, then eagerly took a bite, answering vaguely, "I can only eat a little, and it's all burnt."
He swallowed the sweet potato, grinned, and said, "No one is as kind as Aunt Cheng, giving me the best roasted sweet potato."
"Eat up, eat more."
Mancang is a child and always expresses his thoughts directly, but I haven't had any relatives for many years, so I still feel a little uncomfortable hearing others praise me so frankly.
Mancang ate sweet potatoes with great care, gnawing the skin clean and even throwing the ends of the sweet potatoes into his mouth to chew and swallow.
Frugality is a good habit, but I just can't stand seeing Mancang so thrifty; it always makes me feel like he's having a hard time.
So began my somewhat strange lecture: "You don't need to eat so cleanly; these two burnt heads can be fed to the dog."
Mancang was taken aback, then turned and patted Xiaogua's head, saying, "I'm sorry, Xiaogua, I ate your food."
Looking at Mancang's innocent face, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. What a simple child.
Pick up the cool sweet potato from the ground, break it open, and feed the sweet potato pieces to the dogs.
"No need to apologize. Thanks to you, they can enjoy sweet potato flesh."
This was originally intended for a few dogs, but hopefully saying it this way will lessen Mancang's guilt.
Mancang finished his sweet potato, and seeing the dogs eating with relish, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Pick out a soft, squishy sweet potato and hand it to Mancang: "Have another one."
As Mancang took the sweet potato and started eating it, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't drunk the milk tea I had made yet.
Find two cute and playful mugs, pour in rich milk tea, and let the enticing aroma waft out with the steam.
He drank it slowly, almost reluctant to swallow.
He swirled the half-full cup of milk tea in his hand and asked thoughtfully, "Aunt Cheng, did you invent milk tea?"
Remembering the instant coffee I'd added, I gave a guilty smile: "I guess so."
"Aunt Cheng, have you ever eaten roasted eggs?"
Mancang suddenly spoke up and asked.
"Roasted eggs? I've never had them before, but they sound delicious. Have you ever tried them?"
Mancang shook his head: "I've never eaten it, but my cousin has. It smells amazing."
Let's give it a try!
I get interested as soon as food is mentioned. I quickly put down my milk tea cup and turned to the kitchen to get some eggs.
The kitchen gets cold at night; I don't know if it will drop below freezing. I always wrap the boxes of eggs in straw and rags.
Turn over the straw and rags, take five eggs back to the east room, and bury them directly where the sweet potatoes were roasting.
The eggs had been baking under the stove for about ten minutes, and I couldn't wait any longer, so I moved a small stool and sat down next to the stove to wait.
When Mancang saw me go to the stove, he also moved a small stool over and sat down.
I asked Mancang, "It should be cooked by now, right?"
Mancang scratched his head: "I, I don't know either, um... it should be cooked."
After receiving a positive reply from Mancang, I used the stove hook to pull out the five eggs.
We leaned closer to examine the eggs closely. The stove hook touched one of the eggs, and suddenly we heard a loud "bang".
An egg suddenly exploded, and three or five pieces of the eggshell flew everywhere in the room before I could even see them clearly.
Oh no!
I was so startled that I reflexively stepped back, still holding onto Mancang's collar with one hand, pulling him backward.
Before I could recover from the shock, another egg exploded as well.
I was so frightened that I took another step back.
Putting aside how scalding hot the roasted egg was, the sheer force and sound of it exploding was enough to intimidate me.
The two people, who had somehow gotten up, were slightly relieved when they saw that the egg was no longer moving.
I looked down to see where the eggs had all been fried. I saw Xiao Di and Xiao San and Xiao Si staring in horror at the stove, their eyes wide open, and I could even see the whites of their eyes.
Tie Dan, who was sleeping on the heated kang, is now bristling with fur, hunched over, staring at the ground.
What about the little melon?
I searched everywhere for Little Melon's whereabouts, and suddenly I saw Ironhead the little dog eating "bomb debris" in the corner.
It was eating happily, its tail wagging back and forth, its mouth never stopping, sweeping all the egg white, yolk, and shell into its mouth.
"hehe."
When people are extremely speechless, they can actually laugh out loud.
Fortunately, no cats, dogs, or people were injured; everyone is safe and healthy.
There were three intact eggs on the ground. I let them cool on the ground for a while, and then I tentatively tapped them with the stove hook. There was no sound, and they didn't even crack when I tapped them until a crack appeared.
"Excellent!"
Mancang suddenly blurted out this sentence.
Suddenly I remembered when we first met, he called me his benefactor. I asked curiously, "Where did you learn this set of ancient phrases? You called me your benefactor before, and now you're saying 'very good'."
“I heard it from my fifth uncle. He used to like singing opera when he was young, and he still uses those words in his speech often. I liked them, so I remembered them.”
Goodness, and Uncle Wu has quite a large group of brothers and sisters.
While listening to Mancang gossip about his relatives, I slowly peeled the egg.
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