Li Qingyun had already put the remaining five buns into the space, planning to take them out and eat them tomorrow morning. It would be boring to eat buns every meal, so she would have rice with fried shredded pork tonight.
After steaming the rice, Li Qingyun went to the private plot at the back to pick two peppers, two large tomatoes, and took out a large potato from the cellar.
Feed the second baby first, put him on the kang, let the first baby play with his younger brother, and teach him to roll over.
People say that a child should be able to roll over at three months and sit up at six months. But her second baby is five months old and still can't roll over. On the one hand, it may be due to malnutrition, and on the other hand, it may be due to no one taking care of him before. The child's development in all aspects is slow and his muscle groups are weak. But now he has to be held up, so she often puts him on his stomach and lets him lift his head by himself, so that he can exercise the strength of his upper limbs.
After settling the child, Li Qingyun took the basket out of the well, cut a piece of meat weighing about five taels, and took out the oil.
Cut the oil and put it into the pot and let it simmer slowly. Then cut the shredded meat and side dishes and marinate the meat.
The oil in the pot over there had basically melted. When the oil residue turned slightly yellow, they were beaten out, leaving only a pot of clear grease.
This is the lard that every household loved during the difficult times. A little bit of it is used in everything you stir-fry, and it smells so good.
When the oil is slightly cool, put it in a can and place it high on the stove to prevent children from touching it. After it is completely solidified, you can put it in the cabinet.
She filled two small jars with this pot of oil, and added soybean oil, which was enough for them to eat for a while.
She plans to use the remaining lard residue to make dumplings when she has time tomorrow.
The smell of potatoes, green peppers and shredded pork wafted through the small courtyard. Dabao was standing at the kitchen door, holding his younger brother and looking out.
"Mom, the meat you cook is so delicious."
"Xiang, eat more later. Go and take care of your brother. Mom will make some soup and then we can eat. Be careful of the steps."
The mother and son ate a large bowl of rice with stir-fried pork with potatoes and green peppers, and had a bowl of tomato and egg soup. They couldn't be more comfortable.
They are not afraid that the fragrance will spread and make others jealous. Their house is a separate building and the nearest house is more than a hundred meters away, so the fragrance cannot reach there.
Dabao said that when he grows up he wants to eat white rice every day because it is so delicious.
The moon is rising above the branches, and today's work comes to an end.
She boiled some hot water and used the dim kerosene lamp to wash the two children, then washed her own hair and took a bath. The three of them played on the kang for a while and then fell asleep.
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