The sun was high in the sky, the air was scorching hot, and the surrounding flowers and plants were wilting and drooping weakly to the ground.
The leaves of the evergreen trees outside the institute are no longer as bright as they used to be, but are now drooping.
Sun Ye specially wore a straw hat, otherwise his head would be smoking. As for the seedlings in the field, Sun Ye had no idea what to do. It was too unrealistic to provide them with shade and coolness. It was better to let nature take its course and let them grow on their own.
Moreover, the atmosphere in the research institute was not very good. Lin Qianjin, who was usually cheerful, became quite serious. Sun Ye also knew the reason.
Sun Ye has now taken over the job of recording data. He measures the growth of crops, waters and fertilizes them every day, and records any human action on the crops.
The notebook dedicated to rice has been filled with more than half of the information, all written down by Sun Ye stroke by stroke.
Sun Ye looked up in the direction of the laboratory, and for a moment she couldn't figure out her true inner thoughts. To be honest, she was really happy that the teachers didn't leave, which was good for her. But she also didn't want the teachers to be trapped in this small forward brigade. China is so big, even she, who has never set foot out of the town, wants to go and see it, let alone the teachers.
She had not seen the sunset over the long river, the lonely smoke in the desert, and the beautiful water of the south of the Yangtze River described in the books. Most importantly, she had not tasted all the delicacies hidden in the corners. It would take decades for these wishes to come true. Sometimes the time was very long, like an unreachable mountain, and sometimes it was very short, as if it was gone in the blink of an eye.
The sun sets and the wind that has been expected for a whole day finally arrives. Sun Ye follows silently in the silent team. His melancholy mood spreads and his brows are also wrinkled.
She was powerless to do anything about the teachers going back. She couldn't do anything. She didn't have that much energy, and she didn't even know how to comfort them.
After separating from his teacher and his group, Sun Ye walked on the road, looking at the farmers who were hurriedly returning home from afar. With his hands behind his back, he stopped to look at the sky, the earth, the mountains, the water, and the people, and was mesmerized for a moment.
The cry of a cow woke Sun Ye up. The cowherd had brought the cows here and was walking back not far behind her, eating grass on the roadside.
Sun Ye came back to her senses, said hello to the cowherd, and ran home. She had not yet prepared the dinner.
When she thought of this, she hated to go back. Cooking was really too torturous. Not only her, but also Sun's mother. She could always make Sun's mother angry. She was like a firecracker, ready to explode at any moment, and every time she could accurately make Sun's father's head full of bumps.
I resigned myself to my fate and went to the vegetable garden to pick two cabbages. These were the last two cabbages in the garden. For the past month, I had cabbage for dinner every day. I felt scared when I saw the cabbage leaves. No matter how delicious something is, I would get tired of it if I ate it every day, let alone burnt stir-fried cabbage.
As she dragged her feet to wash, she was numb and could only move mechanically. But when she was cooking, her hands had their own thoughts and were no longer mechanical.
It was another complete failure, and the whole family was helpless. Sun Ye picked and chose the dishes that were not mushy, but his mother picked up a lot of mushy dishes with her chopsticks and stuffed them into the bowl.
"Ye Zi, don't be picky, just make it yourself and eat it yourself."
Sun Ye's eyes widened as she looked at her mother in disbelief. She wanted to shout, "Mom, am I still your biological daughter? How can you treat your biological daughter like this?"
She gently pushed aside the burnt and salty cabbage. She really would rather eat dry rice.
Sun's mother then announced something: "Ye Zi, from now on, the dishes you cook at night are yours to eat."
"What about you, Mom? Aren't you going to eat?"
"As for us, you don't have to worry about us. We'll eat what I cook."
Sun Ye immediately yelled, "Mom, that's not fair. I want to eat your cooking too. My own cooking isn't tasty."
"You know what you cook is not tasty, why don't you cook it well!"
"I tried to do it, but it wouldn't stop."
Mother Sun was discouraged. Ye Zi had really tried hard, and she saw it. But she just couldn't understand why her daughter, Wang Xiuzhen, was the one who was so busy in the kitchen, cooking a simple dish.
His eyes shifted to Sun's father, with a dangerous hint flashing in them.
Dad Sun was as quiet as a chicken. He had expected Mom Sun's gaze to come. This had been going on every day for the past half month. Whatever Sun Ye did, he would be given the cold shoulder and scolded.
"Sun Xuejun."
“Hey!”
Could Sun's father say that his answer was a conditioned reflex? Then he put down his chopsticks and prepared to listen obediently.
"It's all your fault. You don't usually cook. Your daughter must have inherited your bad habits, which is why she's like this."
Dad Sun wanted to explain that he could cook and could cook better than his daughter with his eyes closed, so it was none of his business.
But the fact is that he kept nodding his head. It was all his fault, and it was right for him to admit it now.
Sun Ye looked at this and that, and quickened his pace to eat the rice, leaving only the bottom of the bowl with burnt cabbage. There was no such word as waste in Sun Ye's dictionary. He closed his eyes, made up his mind, and ate it all in one mouthful, swallowing it down his throat without even chewing it.
He put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "Mom, Dad, I'm done eating. You guys take your time eating. Call me when you're done so I can wash the dishes."
Sun Ye left the sinful place briskly and ran to the back hillside to smell the fragrance and get rid of the burnt smell lingering in his mouth.
The roses on the hillside were in full bloom, with clusters of bright red ones next to each other. Sun Ye thought that the flowers in his room had withered, so he picked a few roses in full bloom, took a closer look and smelled them, and the fragrance was overwhelming.
Sun Ye closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It smelled so good. She wondered if she could make flower cakes, but with her clumsy hands, the flour would be wasted, and then her mother would probably skin her alive.
She seemed to remember that there was still some white flour at home, and the flower cakes should be delicious. The more Sun Ye thought about it, the more excited she became. Looking at the flowers all over the mountain, wouldn't it be a pity for them to fall to the ground? If she ate them, they would be put to good use and not a waste.
He hurried home, put the plants in the basket on the windowsill, then went to the kitchen to pick up the basket, and ran to the back mountain under the puzzled looks of his grandparents.
Today I am making rose cakes. Sun Ye picks roses one by one, picking off the petals with perfect shapes. In a short while, she has filled a basket with them.
Sun Ye rubbed his black fingers, picked up the basket and walked home. At this time, his mother Sun had finished her meal and washed the dishes. She was sitting in the main room fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan.
"Leaf, why are you picking so many petals?"
Sun's mother pointed at the basket on Sun Ye's arm and asked. Sun Ye answered irrelevantly and said, "Mom, do you think these petals are good?"
"It's nice, it has a nice aroma."
Mother Sun stood up, plucked a petal to look at it, and smelled it. It was not bad, but why did she pick so many leaves?
"Mom, how delicious would this be if we cooked it?"
Sun Ye beguiled his mother and continued, "Look, Mom, wouldn't it be a waste if these flowers bloomed and fell? Why don't we make some food out of them and give some to our grandparents and the educated youth? It would be such a great honor."
"Yes, we have received so many good things from the educated youth, so we should send something back."
"Leaf, what can we do with these petals? We can't just send a basket of them over. Wouldn't that be insulting?"
"Mom, I know a secret recipe..."
"Secret recipe? Where did you get this secret recipe? How come I don't know what secret recipe our family has?"
"Just listen to me. I read the secret recipe in a book. Let's make flower cakes."
"Flower cake?"
Mother Sun was very confused. She had never heard of this thing before. It was not even sold in the supply and marketing cooperative, but the name sounded nice.
"I just want a little bit of flour!"
"A little bit?"
Why is Sun's mother so unconvinced and skeptical?
"Really, I promise."
"Okay, you do it?"
When Sun Ye heard this, she shook her head repeatedly. If she had the ability to make flower cakes, she would have done it herself long ago. Why would she have to explain it in detail to Sun's mother for a long time?
"Mom, seriously, are you sure I'm doing this? Aren't you afraid I'll waste your precious Fuqiang powder?"
Mother Sun glanced at Sun Ye and immediately patted her chest and said, "As long as you can make it, there's enough flour for you. I'm not afraid of you wasting it, but I'm afraid that if you waste it, you won't be able to learn how to make flower cakes."
Sun Ye was silent for a moment, feeling heartbroken. Sun's mother had hit the nail on the head.
"Okay, tell me how to do it, and I'll do it."
"hey-hey."
Sun Ye knew that her mother would agree. She discovered her mother's secret hobby, which was the same as hers. She liked to eat all kinds of delicious food.
Also, Teacher Liu and the others have been feeling down recently, and there's not much she can do to help, so she made some fresh food to reward their stomachs and show her appreciation.
"I'll wash and dry the petals first, then crush them. I'll worry about that later... later... later."
Sun Ye couldn't remember how he did it for the moment, he would think of a way later, because methods are invented by people. If all else fails, he could just wrap the petals like dumplings and steam them in a pot, and they would still be edible.
This is a Sun family brand flower bag.
The next day, Sun Ye did exactly that, and even gave his mother a little extra brown sugar. His mother felt bad because she had wasted so much of his good stuff, and even his shit smelled so good. Next time, she would never listen to Sun Ye's nonsense again.
Sun Ye tried to wrap one with half-dried flower petals and brown sugar. She really had no talent for cooking. The dough always broke and leaked out from the bottom. It was obviously the same technique and movements, but it looked terrible in her hands.
She was also convinced. Her mother, Sun, laughed so hard that tears came out. After her mother confirmed that her daughter couldn't cook, she gave up the idea of asking her to cook. As long as she could eat, it was fine. She didn't ask for more.
The food was put into the pot and the fire was burning vigorously. Sun Ye would go forward to smell it from time to time, intoxicated by the delicious taste. It was really fragrant, and his mouth was watering.
After steaming for about thirty minutes, Sun's mother announced that they were ready. This time, she steamed more than thirty pieces, each as big as a baby's fist, round and cute. She called on Sun Ye to eat them quickly.
Sun's mother picked up one with chopsticks and asked Sun Ye to taste it. Sun Ye didn't care whether it was hot or not and put half of it in his mouth.
Mmm, it’s really hot and smells good!
Sun Ye held it in his mouth and was reluctant to spit it out, but he couldn't swallow it either.
"Is it delicious?" asked Sun's mother.
Sun Ye nodded vigorously. Is there any need to ask? It was so delicious that his tongue almost fell off.
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