Chapter 487: Excuse me, is Teacher Song Shimiao here?
Song Shiwei could use whatever was in the kitchen as she pleased. Of course, there was nothing good about it. However, Song Shiwei did not use much of it. She also knew that life was not easy for farmers, and they had to be frugal with the whole grains at home.
So, she picked some potatoes, cut them into thin strips, 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 shredded potatoes 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 multi-grain flour, kneaded it and rolled it into thin slices, wrapped it with the filling made of leeks and vermicelli, and made leek dumplings.
In this way, not much flour is needed for the staple food, and there are both vegetables and noodles, which can make everyone full and eat well.
This dish is very solid and tastes delicious, especially the garlic cloves. The taste is so delicious that I want to bite off my 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 bowl of cannellini beans.
Even the pot of steamed shredded potatoes 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 simply made another basket for them to eat.
The aunt was so happy, especially when she saw that Song Shiwei didn't use much of their multi-grain flour. She felt so relieved!
Although she said that they could use whatever they wanted in the kitchen, she was used to living a cautious life. She would still feel bad if they really ate up the half bag of mixed-grain flour.
But Song Shiwei only used a few scoops and even made a steamer for them.
How could she not be grateful?
Just give her the eggs that are locked in the cupboard.
"Little comrade, I locked up 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? What's more, there seem to be more than twenty eggs in this basket, with both red and white skins, which shows that she has saved them bit by bit. Probably like Aunt Wang, she also wants to exchange them for money.
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 cold in the mountains. Drink some hot soup to warm us up!"
Seeing that she only took two eggs, the aunt was happy but also a little embarrassed. After all, she took so much money from others!
He quickly took out two more and then put the basket back!
But this time, she didn't lock it.
Knowing who Song Shiwei was, she no longer guarded against her as she would a thief, so as not to make her feel uncomfortable.
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 and 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 they added a few drops of vinegar, thickened it with flour, and finally sprinkled it with frangipani.
When it’s ready to serve, add a drop of lard. The sour and fragrant taste is very appetizing.
Everyone drank very satisfied.
The 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 ingredients are still the same, but for some reason, after being made by you, the big sister, they smell so delicious!"
When Song Shiwei heard what the elder brothers said, he just smiled.
"This is just my ordinary cooking skill. I am willing to use more seasonings. I don't know how to live without my sisters-in-law at home!"
What he said is true. Living here, who would be willing to keep so many things? Even their family uses less than one bottle of the small-milled oil in a year! I can't bear to use it even though the bottle is covered in 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 multi-grain pancakes, and boiled a big pot of cornmeal porridge.
Everyone was quite satisfied eating it with pickles.
After dinner, they set off.
I thought I wouldn’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 Zhao Huili saw the dilapidated school from afar, her 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 inside from afar.
A teacher who was standing in the middle of the school was startled when he saw a group of them coming over, and he quickly ran over to ask.
"Excuse me, what can I do for you? Are you the parent of any classmate?"
Song Shiwei shook his head.
"We are here to look for someone. Excuse me, is Teacher Song Shimiao here?"
Hearing that they were looking for Song Shimiao, the teacher was obviously stunned, and then said happily: "Oh, you are not Teacher Song's family, right?"
The main reason is that their clothes and accents don't seem like those of locals.
Moreover, they have all heard that Teacher Song and Teacher Shen are 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 because she would be able to see her daughter soon, Zhao Huili was a little excited for a moment, and her voice was 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 to walk on, and suddenly felt that it was too difficult.
"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 few people in the school, with only four teachers in total, she first asked that teacher to help watch the students recite.
During this period, the elder brothers of the Wang family proposed to go back.
"Big sister, now that you've arrived, 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. 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 at them happily.
They left together.
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