336 Sizzle, fragrance everywhere

With these two little helpers, Zhou Linglan was able to pack things

with less effort. All three of them were quick and agile, and the two big guys were very strong. Before noon, they had already packed all the things that needed to be mailed.

Zhou Linglan quickly killed the old hen.

Zhou Linglan rubbed some salt on the chicken body and stuffed some mushrooms and black fungus that had been soaked in the morning into the chicken's belly. Before stuffing them in, she slightly seasoned the taste with ginger slices, salt and soy sauce, and then wrapped them with lotus leaves. Put

the chicken offal aside and save it for stir-frying pickled cabbage in the evening.

She also brought a small iron pot, a few pairs of chopsticks, a few small bowls, a little peanut oil and a little salt, and went to the private plot with the two children.

Mumu jumped up and down: "It feels like a picnic."

Zhou Linglan smiled and said: "It is a picnic.

" Fu Yuanhang said: "There is no such good food at a picnic."

Mumu grabbed Fu Yuanhang's shoulder: "Then you have to thank me. My godmother loves me, so I brought all the best food at home."

Fu Yuanhang slapped his hand away in annoyance and ignored him.

In fact, the sweet potatoes in the private plot have been dug up almost, but Zhou Linglan likes to eat sweet potato seedlings, so she kept some. She used to plant some sweet potato vines out of season and eat sweet potato leaves.

Winter in the south is not like in the north, where the four seasons are not distinct. Many green vegetables become sweeter and more delicious after frost, and there are not as many pests and diseases as in spring and summer, so it is easier to eat green leafy vegetables in winter.

When he arrived at his private plot, Fu Yuanhang found the most lush sweet potato seedling, hollowed it out from the bottom, and shook off the mud on the sweet potato.

Mumu "tsk tsk" a few times: "You must have poked the sweet potato nest, how come this plant has so many sweet potatoes? We can't finish them even if we roast them all."

Fu Yuanhang said: "It's okay, if you can't finish them, you can take them on the train. They will be sweeter after cooling down, and taste better than dry food."

Mumu nodded: "That makes sense, then I'll go dig some more."

Fu Yuanhang held him back: "This much is enough, raw ones are easier to carry, and Chenchen likes to eat them too. When the time comes, take some raw ones back and bake them in the oven. They'll taste good too."

"Mumu likes to eat more, so roast a few more. By the way, there are a few taro plants over there, and small taro tastes good when roasted." Zhou Linglan said.

"Then I'll go dig taro." Mumu picked up the hoe and ran to the side.

Fu Yuanhang used hard mud to make a big hole, and then he built a layer of soil in the middle, and then covered it with lotus leaves, and then he put the sweet potatoes back. He

also put the chicken that Zhou Linglan had wrapped on the side, and then he poked a few vents and started to make a fire from the bottom.

"Hey, why are you here too?" Mumu exclaimed, "You are not that one, that one, that one..."

Xiaomeizi blinked: "My name is Xiaomeizi!"

Mumu finally remembered: "Yes, yes, Xiaomeizi who took Ah Hang's picture book, why didn't you say anything, you scared me."

Xiaomeizi didn't know what to say.

Zhou Linglan heard the voice and looked over here: "Xiao Meizi is here too?"

Xiao Meizi smiled at Zhou Linglan: "Yes, mother, I'll dig some radishes."

"Have you eaten yet?" Zhou Linglan asked.

Xiao Meizi shook her head: "Not yet, my grandma is cooking at home."

"That's perfect, you can eat with us later before going back." Zhou Linglan said.

Xiao Meizi shook her head: "No need, mother, my grandma cooked my meal."

"I'm leaving soon, and I don't know when I will be back next time. If we meet, let's have a bite together. I don't know if we will have this opportunity again in the future."

This child is too thin. The little girl who is already thirteen years old looks at least two or three years younger than the girls of the same age, less than ten years old. Zhou Linglan thought that if she met her, it would be good to share some meat with her.

Fu Yuanhang said, "Xiao Meizi, I brought back some textbooks from our place, as well as my class notes. Wait for me here, I'll go back and get them for you."

Hearing what Fu Yuanhang said, Xiao Meizi nodded with her clear eyes like a stream, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

"Mom, keep an eye on the fire, I'll go back and get something." Fu Yuanhang said to Zhou Linglan.

Zhou Linglan nodded, "I'll keep an eye on it, go ahead, and turn over the persimmon cakes that are drying at home."

Thinking that Chenchen must like the soft and sticky persimmon cakes very much, Zhou Linglan used dried black fungus to exchange for dozens of persimmons in the fall to dry them into persimmon cakes. Worried that they might get damp, she took them out and turned them over to dry them.

After a while, when Fu Yuanhang came back, the chicken was almost roasted, and Xiao Meizi had a good meal before leaving.

"Grandmother, let me help you light the fire." Xiao Meizi's grandmother's eyesight was not very convenient, and she knew how to cook since she was a child.

Just now, she said that her grandmother cooked at home, but in fact, she washed the rice and lit the fire, and asked her grandmother to watch the fire.

Zhou Linglan didn't say politely to her: "Help me build a small earthen stove, I want to fry some sweet potato leaves."

"Okay." Xiao Meizi found hard mud quickly, and the small earthen stove was built in a short while.

Zhou Linglan asked her to help pick the tender sweet potato leaves and wash them in the stream.

At this time, Mumu dug some taro and put them into the sweet potato nest.

Zhou Linglan laid a layer of lotus leaves on top, and then covered it with a thin layer of soil, and asked Mumu to make a fire on top.

Mumu asked in confusion: "Godmother, there's a fire burning below, why is there one burning above?"

Zhou Linglan said: "The heat from both the top and the bottom can shorten the time by half. It used to take an hour to bake, but now it only takes half an hour."

Mumu nodded in understanding: "Godmother is still smart, that's the reason."

Mumu found dry branches, made a fire on the sweet potato nest, and didn't mind the dirt on the ground, he sat on the ground and warmed his hands.

The small mountain village is green and beautiful, and the people are outstanding. He likes it here too much.

Xiaomeizi also came back after washing the sweet potato leaves.

Zhou Linglan asked her to go to her own plot and dig a garlic: "I forgot to bring garlic, you just dig one."

Xiao Meizi didn't doubt it, and ran back to her own plot to pick garlic.

Mumu moved her little butt and leaned close to Zhou Linglan's ear, whispering: "Mom, you are worried that she will be embarrassed to eat our food later, so you deliberately asked her to work, right?"

Zhou Linglan looked at Xiao Meizi's thin figure and smiled, "Our Mumu is really smart. Both of them are not the kind of people who accept others' kindness with a clear conscience. Let her do some work so that she can eat more comfortably later." Mumu

picked a sweet potato leaf and held it in her mouth: "Ahang went back to get the notebook to delay time, right? Otherwise, this little girl would have run home long ago."

His godmother and Ahang are worthy of being mother and son, and they are equally kind-hearted.

Zhou Linglan said, "Don't call her a little girl. She is about the same age as you and Ahang, and she is thirteen years old."

"That's really hard to tell." Mumu said in surprise.

Xiao Meizi pulled out a garlic, washed it, peeled it, and brought it back.

Zhou Linglan put the small iron pot on the small earthen stove, poured a circle of peanut oil on it, put the garlic in, crushed it hard, and waited for the aroma to come out before putting the sweet potato leaves into the pot.

Sizzling, the fragrance filled the air.

Xiao Meizi couldn't help swallowing her saliva. Her family never used so much oil when cooking. It must be so fragrant.