093 Daily Life of Three Generations
When I sleep at home, all I hear is white noise.
Gao Qinghe had a good night's sleep. Lying on the bed, he looked at the sunlight coming in through the window through the gauze curtains. He felt indescribably comfortable both physically and mentally.
Sometimes she would feel weird about herself, because when she just came back, she felt this and that were inconvenient and uncomfortable.
But now that I have rented a house in the city, I always want to go home.
Perhaps, what we miss most in our hearts are the family members who are closest to us.
"Baoer? How about we have the little potatoes your mom just dug up this morning for breakfast?"
Hearing the noise of someone staying in bed in the room, Old Mrs. Tian asked with a smile in the yard.
"Yeah, okay, I haven't eaten in a long time!"
Gao Qinghe stretched lazily and sighed, "It feels so good to still be a child~"
Jump out of bed and put on your old high school uniform.
It's loose and comfortable, and I didn't feel bad about making it.
When Old Mrs. Tian saw her coming out with disheveled hair, she started twisting and turning in the yard, doing some aerobics.
I couldn't help but ask, "What the hell is this dance?"
Gao Qinghe said excitedly, "This is called aerobics. Grandma, why don't you try it? It's very popular among city people now. It can keep you fit and keep you in good shape at the same time."
Old Mrs. Tian quickly waved her hands and said, "I won't do this to you."
Afraid that Gao Qinghe would come and catch him, he hurriedly took a basin to the utility room, filled it with muddy potatoes, and took it to the water tank to wash them.
The small potatoes are only as big as quail eggs, and they are bright orange after being washed.
Old Mrs. Tian picked up the broken porcelain pieces from the brick and used the sharp edge to scrape the skin off the potatoes.
Such a small potato can be fried whole in hot oil over medium heat. It will be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and it will be very fragrant.
Just thinking about the taste, Old Mrs. Tian couldn't help swallowing.
However, eating this alone would be too choking, so Mrs. Tian washed the cherry tomatoes she picked from the vegetable garden this morning and made some sour and sweet tomato soup.
The soaked rice was already simmering in the big pot, and the aroma of rice wafted out. Gao Qinghe even lost the energy to do aerobics.
"Grandma, where's my mom?"
"I went to your aunt Zheng's house to get the chili seedlings!"
Old Mrs. Tian responded without stopping the work in her hands.
Heat the oil in a pan and pour a large bowl of small potatoes into it. The hot oil will immediately emit a unique aroma of potatoes.
After frying the small potatoes until every side is crispy, sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions into the pan. The aroma is amazing.
After Gao Qinghe finished washing up, he leaned against the kitchen door and didn't move.
Seeing the small potatoes coming out of the pot, he immediately opened his mouth and moved closer to his grandma.
Old Mrs. Tian smiled dotingly, picked up a potato, blew on it, and put it into the begging mouth in front of her.
The potatoes just out of the pot are still hot even after being blown on.
Gao Qinghe took a deep breath, jumped up and down, and ate the fragrant little potatoes with a look of satisfaction on his face.
When the old lady finished cooking the tomato soup, Huang Ying came back carrying a load of tender green pepper vines.
Put the seedlings by the door first, and then after breakfast take them to the three-mu field in the back mountain and plant them.
"Let's eat!"
Old Mrs. Tian shouted in the kitchen.
Huang Ying washed her hands and walked into the kitchen in surprise, smelling the rich fragrance filling the yard.
"Mom, what are we eating today?"
Old Mrs. Tian pointed to the soup and a small bowl full of fried potatoes on the stove and motioned her daughter to take them out.
The rice is cooked, and it smells especially good when cooked on the farmer's wood stove.
There was a layer of rice crust at the bottom of the pot, and Gao Qinghe immediately asked for it.
Old Mrs. Tian frowned and said, "You don't eat the rice. What's so delicious about this rice crust?"
She originally planned to soak it in water and mix it with rice bran to feed the chickens.
Gao Qinghe didn't care, she just liked it. This was rice crust cooked in a pure firewood stove, a delicacy.
Unable to persuade her eldest granddaughter to snatch food from the chicken, Grandma Tian had no choice but to give her a piece.
Gao Qinghe wanted more of the rest, but the old lady wouldn't let her and sent her away to eat white rice.
Huang Ying said with a smile: "Mom, if she likes to eat, let her eat."
Mrs. Tian: "Are you looking for me to scold you?"
She also said that she had no bottom line in spoiling her granddaughter, and she felt that this mother was no better when it came to spoiling her daughter.
"It would be a waste if we didn't finish cooking so much food!"
Huang Ying didn't argue with the old man. "Okay, okay, I don't dare to offend you. I'll put the extra food in a lunch box and take it to the field to eat."
Working consumes energy. Although this meal is not too early, I still have to make it to the evening meal, so I must have a snack in between, otherwise I will be very hungry.
Recalling the days when her children were young and couldn’t even get enough to eat, Huang Ying feels that her life now is extremely happy.
"Puchi", she suddenly laughed out loud.
Old Mrs. Tian narrowed her eyes and asked, "Are you having a seizure?"
Huang Ying glanced at Gao Qinghe who was concentrating on eating, taking mouthfuls of rice crust and sips of tomato soup.
The hand under the table tugged at Old Mrs. Tian's apron.
When the other person looked over, she rubbed two fingers up and down.
The child gave her two hundred yuan yesterday!
He said he was buying meat for the family and it was up to him to spend it.
Old Mrs. Tian was not surprised at all, and had an expression as if she had known this for a long time.
Huang Ying was not happy about this.
She had kept it to herself all morning, just to wait for this moment to see her mother's surprised reaction.
"My eldest granddaughter is the most filial. I've known this since she was a child."
So don't expect any surprise reaction from her, because she had expected this day to come.
Old Mrs. Tian transferred a lot of potatoes from the basin into Gao Qinghe's bowl, and the two of them smiled at each other with pride.
Huang Ying: “…”
He turned his grief and anger into appetite and ate two bowls of rice, two large bowls of fried potatoes, and two bowls of tomato soup.
With her stomach full, Huang Ying put down her chopsticks with satisfaction.
He stood up and said, "I'm going to the fields."
"mom!"
Gao Qinghe quickly put down the bowl and stood up expectantly, "I'll go with you."
Huang Ying and Old Lady Tian laughed out loud as if they had heard some huge joke.
Gao Qinghe's mouth twitched slightly, feeling helpless and angry.
Yes, she has refused to go to the fields since she was a child.
After being coaxed to the edge of the field by his parents with great difficulty, he couldn't stand there for more than two minutes before he started complaining about being bitten by insects and pricked by grass, and shouted that he wanted to go home.
It's just that Huang Ying is patient with her child. If it were someone else, they would have caught this troublesome child and beaten him up long ago.
In the past, Gao Qinghe looked down upon the land of his hometown.
But the older this person gets, the more he misses the good times of his childhood in the village.
Now she sees the mountains, the water, and the people as all good.
Seeing that Gao Qinghe had already put on his straw hat, Huang Ying still couldn't believe it.
He repeatedly confirmed: "Think it over. It will take me at least three hours to finish planting so much. You are not allowed to run back before you even reach the end of the field."
Gao Qinghe raised her hand and swore, and Huang Ying reluctantly believed her.
But before leaving, besides Huang Ying's lunch.
Old Mrs. Tian stuffed another bulging cloth bag into Gao Qinghe's hand.
It was filled with the snacks I bought, including oranges, spicy strips, drinks, and glutinous rice strips.
"How about you two go on an outing together?" Huang Ying asked seriously.
Why bother going to the fields with her?
If she wasn't afraid that it would be too heavy for her granddaughter, Grandma Tian would have stuffed more in.
He waved his hand and kicked the mother and daughter out of the door, not wanting to hear his daughter's sarcastic remarks.
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