Chapter 487: Excuse me, is Teacher Song Shimiao here?

Song Shiwei could use whatever she wanted in the kitchen. Of course, there was nothing good in it. However, Song Shiwei didn't use much of it. She knew that life was not easy for farmers, and they had to be frugal with the grains and noodles at home.

So, she picked some potatoes, cut them into thin shreds, wrapped them in dough, and steamed them in a pot to make a steamed potato dish. She poured garlic juice and two drops of sesame oil, and the aroma came out instantly.

The steamed potato shreds can be used as a staple food. Farmers grow potatoes in the fields anyway, and there are plenty of them in the cellars.

There were also large areas of wild potatoes, wild sweet potatoes, and wild leeks on the mountain, and the family harvested a lot of them.

Song Shiwei scooped some mixed grain flour, kneaded it and rolled it into thin slices, then wrapped it with the filling made of leeks and vermicelli to make leek stew.

In this way, not much flour is needed for the staple food, and there are both vegetables and noodles, so everyone can be full and eat well.

This dish is very solid and tastes very fragrant, especially the garlic cloves. The taste is so delicious that you want to bite off your tongue!

As soon as the pot came out, not only the elder brothers and nephews of the Wang family, but even Zhao Huili and Song Zhiyong ate it with relish!

Xinxin usually doesn't eat much, but this time she ate a whole big canang.

Even the pot of steamed potato shreds was fought over by the Wang family's older brothers and nephews!

They have never eaten such delicious food in their lives!

Even the family where they were staying quietly leaned over the window to watch them eat.

After all, they were using other people’s things, so Song Shiwei made another basket of crispy noodles for them to eat.

The aunties were so happy, especially when they saw that Song Shiwei didn't use much of their grains and noodles. They felt so relieved!

Although she said that they were free to use whatever they wanted in the kitchen, she was used to living a cautious life, and she would still feel bad if they really ate up the half bag of grains and noodles.

But Song Shiwei only used a few scoops and even made a basket for them.

How could she not be grateful?

Just give her the eggs that are locked in the cupboard.

"Little comrade, I locked the eggs because I was afraid you would spoil them. You won't blame me, will you? Take these eggs and eat them!"

How could Song Shiwei blame her? Besides, there seemed to be more than 20 eggs in the basket, both red and white. It was obvious that she had collected them bit by bit, and she was probably going to exchange them for money just like Aunt Wang.

He smiled and took out two of them.

"Thank you, Auntie. These two eggs are enough. I'll make some soup. We're all tired after running all day. It's very cold in the mountains. Let's drink some hot soup to warm ourselves up!"

Seeing that she only took two eggs, the lady was happy but also a little embarrassed, after all, she took so much money!

He quickly took out two more and then put the basket back!

But this time, she was not locked up again.

Knowing who Song Shiwei was, she no longer guarded against her as if she were a thief, so as not to make her feel uneasy.

Looking at the four eggs in his hand, Song Shiwei glanced around the kitchen.

In summer, every household would grow tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants and so on. She simply went to the yard and picked two ripe red tomatoes.

I also soaked some black fungus.

Made a sour egg soup.

Use a little bit of oil to fry the tomatoes until they release their juice, then add water, black fungus and salt.

They don't have pepper here. It would taste better if they put some pepper and chicken essence or sprinkle some MSG before serving.

Fortunately, they had vinegar at home, so I added a few drops of vinegar, thickened it with flour, and finally sprinkled egg flowers on it.

When it’s out of the pot, add a drop of lard. Oh, the taste is sour and fragrant and very appetizing.

Everyone drank very satisfied.

Several older brothers in the Wang family couldn't help but praise her.

"Oh, sister, you are such a great cook! My wife can't make food this delicious!"

"Yes, the things are still the same, but I don't know why they smell so good after being made by you, sister!"

When Song Shiwei heard what the elder brothers said, he just smiled.

"This is just my ordinary cooking skills. I am willing to use seasonings. I can't live without my sisters-in-law at home!"

This is true. Who would be willing to store so many things here? They don’t even use a bottle of the small-milled oil in a year! They are reluctant to use it even when the bottle is covered with dust.

It was quite nice to stay here at night. When he got up in the morning, Song Shiwei steamed some sweet potatoes, made some mixed-grain pancakes, and boiled a large pot of cornmeal porridge.

Everyone was quite satisfied with the meal accompanied by some pickled vegetables.

After dinner, they set off.

I thought I didn't have to climb the mountain this time.

But who would have known that the Tarim Primary School was actually built on a mountain.

Fortunately, the mountain is not high.

It took them just over an hour to get there.

When she saw the dilapidated school from afar, Zhao Huili's eyes instantly turned red.

In fact, it was not a school at all. It was just a few houses surrounded by a fence, with a flagpole standing in the middle. The five-star red flag rising on the flagpole made everyone's heart warm.

When they got closer, they could hear the sound of reading from far away.

A teacher standing in the middle of the school was startled when he saw them coming in such a group, and he quickly ran over to ask.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you? Are you the parents of a classmate?"

Song Shiwei shook his head.

"We are here to look for someone. Is Teacher Song Shimiao here?"

When the teacher heard that they were looking for Song Shimiao, he was obviously stunned, and then he said happily: "Oh, you are not Teacher Song's family, right?"

Mainly because their clothes and accents don't seem like locals.

Moreover, they had heard that Teacher Song and Teacher Shen were both college students and professors from Beijing!

Zhao Huili nodded quickly, took two steps forward, and asked with red eyes: "Little girl, where is our Miaomiao? Can you call her out?"

Perhaps she would be able to see her daughter soon, Zhao Huili was a little excited for a moment, and her words were trembling.

The female teacher saw that she and Song Zhiyong behind her were so old, and thought about how difficult the mountain road here was, and suddenly felt that it was not easy.

"Auntie, Teacher Song doesn't have classes this morning. She might be at her residence. Can I take you there?"

Zhao Huili nodded quickly.

Because there were only four teachers in the school, she first asked that teacher to help watch the students recite.

During this time, the Wang family brothers proposed to go back.

"Big sister, now that you're here, we should go back too. We can still get home before it gets dark while it's still early. Otherwise, it will be too late and unsafe!"

Song Shiwei was so excited just now that he forgot this point.

He quickly took out the money he had promised to give them from his pocket.

"Thank you, brothers! I won't keep you here any longer. The mountain road is not easy to walk on. You must pay attention to safety when you go back!"

Seeing that they could earn another fifty yuan, they felt happier than eating honey.

He waved his hands happily at them.

They left together.