Chapter 19: The Child is Too Young to Stay
"Yes, yes, yes. Tie these two knots... wrap them around... and see if the top of the hat is now complete."
"Really? Xiaoyue, you weave it so beautifully!"
While Hu Qingqing was still learning, Shen Xiaoyue had already completed one. She even added a flower on it in a unique way, which looked very beautiful.
"Xiaoyue, good Xiaoyue, bring me your thing."
Hu Qingqing looked at the straw hat woven by Shen Xiaoyue with envy.
"Here you go, I'll make another one."
Hu Qingqing put it on with satisfaction.
When leaving, Shen Xiaoyue gave Grandma Wang some rice candy as a thank you gift.
Grandma Wang smiled so hard that her eyes were almost closed. What a wonderful thing it was to have two daughters. It was a pity that they were her own granddaughters, otherwise she would have to ask them if they had a partner.
Shen Xiaoyue pondered for a long time, and then pulled Hu Qingqing: "Qingqing, if I take this straw hat out to sell, would you want to buy it if it were you?"
"Yes, it is both beautiful and practical."
"I will buy it, but everyone else seems to be able to make it up."
Shen Xiaoyue felt that what she said made sense, and thought about it for a while: "What if I make the straw hat colorful?"
"You don't have to make a straw hat. A colorful cloth hat is also good. You just need to use cloth coupons to buy some cloth first. The material for a straw hat can be found everywhere."
Hu Qingqing looked at her in surprise: "You want to...?"
Shen Xiaoyue stretched out a finger close to her mouth and gestured: "Shh."
"Do you want to do it?"
Hu Qingqing suddenly felt an indescribable surge of blood in her heart.
This is a bold attempt at the moment.
She is not actually a law-abiding person, but no one has ever taught her what she should do or what she can do.
She felt her eyes moisten a little, sniffed, and shouted, "Go ahead! If you dare to do it, what should I be afraid of?"
Shen Xiaoyue burst out laughing and joked, "You trust me so much? What if it doesn't sell?"
"If they didn't sell, we would take turns taking them, one a day. The others were so jealous."
Hu Qingqing held her head high, as if she was accepting the envious gazes of others.
"Then let's go to the county town in a couple of days and look around to see if it's feasible."
Hu Qingqing patted her chest and said, "Leave this little matter to me. You can go on a date with Comrade Lu without worry."
Shen Xiaoyue: …
She asked what she had forgotten today. She had spent the whole afternoon making hats and thinking about making money, and had completely forgotten about Lu Ping'an.
"Qingqing, you go back first, I have something else to do."
After the baptism, Hu Qingqing is no longer the simple Hu Qingqing.
Now in her eyes, if Shen Xiaoyue had something to do, it meant that she was going to date Comrade Lu!
She waved her hand casually and said, "Go ahead."
…
Wu Qingyun grabbed the melon seeds he brought back from the Liang family, moved a small stool and sat down, watching his son busying around leisurely.
I had to kill the chicken, bleed it, and pluck its feathers. My movements were awkward and I was sweating a lot after all the hard work. The chicken's butt was still sticking out of its body.
"Hey, hey, hey, chop off the chicken butt, you don't mind how smelly it is!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Ping'an chopped off the chicken's butt, and then chopped off the chicken's toes as well, before starting to chop wood to make a fire.
Wu Qingyun sighed inwardly, it's true, her son has grown up and knows to stew chicken soup to show filial piety to his parents since he has a lover. Why don't the eldest and second sons have this awareness? She will have to talk to them about it when they come back!
Just now when she said she was coming, her son refused her and said he could come on his own.
Wow, how rare!
"Don't throw the porcini into the chicken! What a waste! They taste better when they are taken out on their own!"
Lu Ping'an turned a deaf ear to him, washed the porcini, ginger slices, wolfberries, etc. and put them aside, then put the chicken into the pot to make soup.
"Tsk, you haven't removed the blood yet, don't throw it away and waste a pot of good soup."
Seeing that the boy was about to start stewing the soup directly, Wu Qingyun could no longer sit still, and hurriedly stopped him and stood up to give him instructions.
"The washed chicken needs to be blanched in water first. Yes, that's right. It tastes better this way."
Seeing Lu Ping'an's precise movements, Wu Qingyun sat back and continued to eat melon seeds, nodding his head from time to time to show his approval.
The pot was boiling with a gurgling sound, and a fresh fragrance overflowed and gradually spread.
Wu Qingyun sniffed and thought that was enough. She would drink two large bowls first so as not to let her son down.
Just as Wu Qingyun was looking forward to it, she saw her son take out a thermos bucket from somewhere and pour the chicken and soup into it. The capacity of the thermos bucket was not too large and it was almost full. Lu Ping'an frowned as if he had encountered some difficulties and added things carefully.
Wu Qingyun:?
We have big bowls at home, don’t we? What's the matter with putting it in a thermos bucket?
Seeing that there was really no room left, Lu Ping'an reluctantly took out another small bowl and scooped the excess soup into the bowl. He tasted it himself, smacked his lips, and nodded, feeling very proud.
As expected of him, a genius in the culinary world.
After doing all this, Lu Ping'an was already extremely hot and sweaty, his old man's shirt was almost soaked. He wiped it with his hand, smelled himself with disgust, and thought about taking a shower before going out.
When he turned around, he found that his mother could no longer hold the melon seeds in her hand and was staring at him in amazement.
Lu Pingan was puzzled: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Wu Qingyun opened and closed his mouth several times before finally speaking tremblingly: "Son, this soup..."
"Ah? Mom, do you want to drink too? Then wait a moment."
Lu Ping'an opened the lid and pondered for a few times. The chicken in this pot was stewed to be fresh, smooth and tender. The light yellow soup paired with the delicious porcini mushrooms was delicious in color, aroma and taste.
So he snapped the lid shut again and politely declined, "Mom, if you want to eat chicken, I'll catch another one later. I've saved some porcini mushrooms for you to fry and eat. I have something else to do, so you don't have to wait for me to eat tonight."
Wu Qingyun seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.
Don’t keep your child when he grows up! You can’t keep your son when he grows up!
The cold well water can be considered a great way to cool down in the summer. Lu Ping'an fetched some water, took a quick shower, changed into clean clothes and went out.
This time he did not forget to bring lunch.
I just waited and waited in the back mountain, but I didn't see Shen Xiaoyue.
Until the red sun gradually set, a figure in a yellow Saraji dress gradually approached. She had a slender waist, long legs, snow-white skin, and her hair was tied into a beautiful braid hanging in front of her chest. There were some scattered hair on her forehead, which looked very beautiful.
It had been a long time since she had worn such a skirt, so Shen Xiaoyue felt a little embarrassed. She had put on a handmade coarse cloth jacket when she was knitting a hat in the afternoon. Now that she was almost at the back mountain and had sweated a little, she took off the jacket.
Shen Xiaoyue came over in a hurry. When she stood in front of Lu Ping'an, she was still breathing heavily. Her little face was flushed with heat, like a peach that could squeeze out juice.
"I'm sorry, I had something to do this afternoon. I'm late. Sorry, sorry."
Shen Xiaoyue clasped her hands together, waved them back and forth, bit her lower lip, and blinked her eyes in an attempt to get away with it.
I really want to have a taste.
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