It was difficult to prepare meat and vegetables. First, they had no stove, second, they had no tickets, and third, there was no place to buy them, so they had to ask Qiu Yuling to do the hard work.
Apart from this, the mixed grain rice and knife-handle steamed buns were all brought back by them from the canteen.
"Yuling, please sit down. I can't let your hard work be in vain. Let me give you a massage." Zhao Xiaogu pushed Yang Huihui aside, stood behind Qiu Yuling, and pretended to massage her shoulders.
How could Qiu Yuling be so lucky? She has itchy spots all over her body and she would run away as soon as someone touched her.
"No, no, I dare not work hard to serve the people."
After some laughter and joking, the braised pork in the aluminum lunch box was also warmed by soaking in boiling water through the aluminum foil.
"Let's eat, what are you waiting for!" Bai Qiaolan was the host, but Li Feidan interrupted her and started to use his chopsticks to fly up and down at her command.
He ate without making a sound. Oh, that’s not right. He didn’t have time to make a sound!
"Let it cook by itself, don't rush it. It will be delicious when it is cooked enough. Mr. Dongpo is not deceiving you or me." Touching her round belly, Yang Huihui sighed.
"It's not that the master doesn't deceive you, but now Yuling is qualified to be the royal chef! You have this blessing." Bai Qiaolan took a sip of warm water from the enamel pot to clear Qiu Yuling's name.
It’s not like she hasn’t eaten braised pork before, but Qiu Yuling’s cooking is truly amazing!
They are all talented women who can praise others in a gentle and subtle way without leaving any trace, yet they can still come up with different ways of praising.
Although Qiu Yuling was humble in her words, she felt much more pleased in her heart than her brothers' dry words of "delicious"!
At Old Qiu's house, Li Qingmei made fried dough sticks wrapped in rice dumplings.
In the past two years, people have started to have enough food to eat, and everyone has gradually picked up these old skills and traditions.
Among them, the fried rice dumplings wrapped in oil cakes are unique here and are rarely seen outside.
The glutinous rice is soaked in advance, and the red dates are washed and boiled in water for seven or eight minutes. When the skin stretches out, take them out and set aside.
Put a layer of glutinous rice and dates in a pot, add water and steam.
To fry the pancakes, you need to scald the dough with boiling water, then knead it into dough and let it rise, divide it into small pieces, and roll it into thin round pancakes.
Put the pancakes in when the oil is 80% hot, and remove them when both sides are golden brown and cooked through.
After the fried pancakes are done and the steamed rice dumplings are ready, dissolve some brown sugar water and roll the rice dumplings in small amounts several times to mix them evenly.
Now you can spread it on the fried pancake, roll it up and start eating.
Qiu Jianshe ate while thinking about his little girl, "I wonder if my little girl Lingling can eat fried dough sticks wrapped in rice dumplings?"
Li Qingmei, holding her hands in a roll, replied without even looking up, "It's okay if I can't eat it. I'll make it for the kid when she comes back from summer vacation."
"Yes, let's do it again when Dashu and Yuling come back." Huang Duoer, holding the third child, also interjected at the right time.
If she hadn't mentioned it, the old couple would have forgotten that they had a son who could come back during the summer vacation.
As for the second son, it was even harder to remember him. Only when she read the letter did Li Qingmei burst into tears thinking about her second son.
It’s not their fault, they are so busy every day.
He is like a cow in the field and a horse inside the house. He falls asleep as soon as his head touches the pillow and sleeps all night long until dawn without insomnia or dreams.
How could she have the time to think about them? It was only because Qiu Yuling was young and letters and parcels were sent frequently that she could think of them occasionally.
When it comes to not having insomnia and dreaming, the couple unanimously attributed it to the malted milk sent by their daughter.
That stuff is really nourishing.
Eating one bowl a day relieves back pain, leg soreness, and gives me more energy to work.
This year alone, two people have joked that the old couple are getting younger and younger.
When Li Qingmei went to the supply and marketing cooperative, she found that malted milk was very difficult to buy. Even if it was available, she couldn't buy it whenever she wanted. She had to get a list of her health needs and see a doctor. It was very troublesome.
The couple also realized how valuable it was, so they put it in the kang cabinet and took it like medicine, once a day.
Huang Duoer and Qiu Dashan also had some, and the sister-in-law specifically told them that it was not suitable for children and told them not to feed it to the children just because they thought it was a good idea.
"Mom, don't tell me, I feel the same way as you. Other people's wives have back problems after their deaths, but I'm even stronger and more durable than before I gave birth to them."
"That's right. Yuling said this is a special supply from us. It's better than the ones from the supply and marketing cooperative. Don't give it away casually. Drink it as you like."
At noon, each of them ate five or six rolls of fried cakes and rice dumplings. Qiu Jianshe was still not full, so he made another bowl of dry steamed buns. He worked so hard that he didn't even have time to take a break. He picked up his tools and went back to work.
Li Qingmei just cleaned up the pots, pans and bowls and then went to work.
"It's sunny now, don't rush out. Stay at home and watch over them. Come out after the sun sets. I'm leaving too." Qiu Dashan hung the urine ring on the pole, glanced at the three brats quickly, took a breath, and went to make a living for them.
Huang Duoer was the only one left in the room. While the children were asleep, she quickly rummaged out the dirty coats and pants that the adults had taken off.
I went back and took a look at the three little ones. They were sleeping soundly. I scooped some noodles and kneaded the dough in advance for the noodles we would eat in the afternoon.
I went out in the afternoon, shoveled some bitter vegetables, and came back to roll some noodles.
The three little kids were sensible and carried on until their mother finished her work before they started whining and trying to wake up.
Huang Duoer turned the cubs on their sides and put a bottle of milk into each of their mouths before they could cry.
"Stop howling! Whoever is howling should share his share with his brothers."
The little ones seemed to understand, half-closed their eyes, and ate their food with grunts.
As soon as Li Qingmei got down to the field, Zhang Wanhua came over and called for help. "Qingmei, hurry up and go to the brigade headquarters to help. The old sow is having a difficult birth."
The one who called out was Li Qingmei, but then a group of old women stood up.
Everyone rushed to the pigpen of the brigade headquarters, not wanting anything to happen, otherwise what would happen to the pigs they were tasked with this year?
"Hey, hey, hey, why do you have to go so many? Just two will do. Come back." When the team leader saw that four or five old women had run away, he hurriedly called for help, but no one listened to him.
Who told others that they couldn't control the situation with just a few words?
"Ha, Dashan, how about it? Is it easy to be the team leader?" Li Si came over with a servile look. He had told him long ago that these aunts were difficult to manage, but he insisted on being stubborn.
What could Qiu Dashan do? His own mother pretended not to hear him. He was running faster than anyone else in the team. He could only work harder and not do anything to anyone.
When Li Qingmei and the others arrived, Uncle Qiu Wu was feeding water to the pigs with a syringe.
Seeing them arrive, the old man made room for them, and Li Qingmei and Zhang Wanhua went up together. Zhang Wanhua scooped water from the rubber bucket next to her and splashed it on the sow's head.
Li Qingmei is very strong and she massages the sow's belly with just the right amount of force. After a while, the sow propped herself up and moved her huge body around in the pen.
After walking for a few minutes, he lay down again.
The previous steps were repeated, and the sow finally showed signs of moving.
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