Chapter 349: Someone is waiting for him at home

Since Song Qingqian has this determination, Jiang Rou will definitely fully support her.

"I'll show you again, a little slower. Watch it again. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Um."

That's it.

One person teaches, one person learns, and the process continues.

After Song Qingqian was sure that she had learned everything, Jiang Rou told her to try more and practice more, and she would definitely be able to do it.

Jiang Rou had already wrapped alkaline rice dumplings and red bean dumplings made of pure glutinous rice.

besides.

There were tea leaf eggs stewing in the kitchen, and Jiang Rou would go in to take a look from time to time to make sure they were not cooked dry.

Busy back and forth.

About half an hour later.

"Arou! Arou! Look! I succeeded! It's my first rice dumpling!"

Song Qingqian worked hard for half an hour and finally succeeded.

Small rice dumplings.

Three corners are neat, but the fourth corner is a bit crooked, which doesn't look very neat.

But after tying the rope, it was tightly secured and no white glutinous rice leaked out.

For Song Qingqian, this was already a success.

Song Qingqian was so happy that her eyes lit up.

Jiang Rou gave her a thumbs up, giving her absolute affirmation.

Song Qingqian held her rice dumplings with full confidence.

Once you complete the first one, you can complete the second and the third.

She can definitely do better and better!

Song Qingqian was still busy making rice dumplings.

Jiang Rou started to prepare other things.

She also wants to make bamboo tube eight-treasure rice, Tujia lotus leaf chicken, and sour pickles...

After all, it is a festival, so we should celebrate it well.

Jiang Rou was definitely not the only one who was happy on this day.

Because--

"Sister Rou, Sister Qingqian!"

Zhao Guifen shouted loudly with a voice as loud as a bell.

Her loud voice frightened Jiang Rou and Song Qingqian so much that they trembled and looked up in shock.

They both looked at Zhao Guifen.

Zhao Guifen walked into Jiang Rou's yard excitedly, with an expression of joy that could not be concealed on her face.

"What's going on? Is Da Huzi getting married? Sister Guifen, why are you so happy?"

Jiang Rou smiled and joked.

Zhao Guifen approached, waving his hands.

"My little tiger is still young, this is nothing, don't make fun of me, sister Rou. Let me tell you about the happy thing first - it's time to divide the pork!"

Zhao Guifen shouted out the last three words with almost all of her strength.

Divide the pork?

Jiang Rou and Song Qingqian looked at each other, still a little confused.

Zhao Guifen was shocked!

"What's wrong? Why are you so calm? Dividing the pork! It's just dividing the pork! Aren't you happy?"

"The sows raised by the kitchen team are so fat and plump, they weigh almost 300 to 200 kilograms. I have been waiting for half a year, and finally this day has come! The kitchen team is slaughtering the pigs this afternoon!"

"I heard that a sow escaped, and then the army camp was full of people catching pigs. Many people saw it. You two city dwellers probably haven't seen the scene of killing pigs. It was so scary—"

Once Zhao Guifen started talking, he talked nonstop.

Although there were always ships delivering supplies to the island, sometimes there was also pork.

But it only happens occasionally after all, and you have to wait for ten days or half a month to eat pork.

These porks were shipped by ship and are generally not very fresh.

Of course, it is not as good as when I was in the countryside, raising and killing pigs myself.

So whenever Zhao Guifen thought about it, she felt her mouth watering.

"The last time we distributed pork in our compound was during the Chinese New Year last year, and each household received two kilograms! Local pork is so delicious. I wonder how much we will get this time? Sister Rou, Sister Qingqian, are you happy?"

Jiang Rou nodded immediately, "I'm happy, of course I am! To be honest, I have been eyeing those sows in the kitchen for a long time. Today they will finally become my meal."

Song Qingqian listened to the sounds of “dividing pork,” “killing pigs, pigs squealing,” and “staring at the sow.”

For her, a young lady from Shanghai, such a thing was something she could not even imagine.

She originally thought that he would be disgusted and not want to listen.

But as I listened...

She swallowed unconsciously.

Song Qingqian asked, "Are we going to divide the pork today?"

"Of course! The pigs have been killed, so they will be divided today!" Zhao Guifen said as if she knew it in advance. "I have inquired about it. I heard that it was the commander's intention to let everyone have a good meal during the festival. I am not greedy, if they divide two kilograms like before, I will be satisfied."

Speaking of which.

Zhao Guifen licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

This excitement and joy not only lingered in Zhao Guifen, but also permeated the entire compound.

It seems that no matter where you are, you can always hear "pork, pork, pork", and you feel happy when you mention pork.

Time slowly came to evening.

The men came back much earlier than usual.

Zhou Chongshan and Zhao Guosheng came back together, and they entered their respective homes.

Zhao Guifen's shouting had already been heard from the yard of the Zhao family next door.

"What about the pork? How much? This weight, about three pounds! You're really generous this time, you actually gave me three pounds. What part of the pork did you choose?"

Zhou family yard.

Jiang Rou looked at Zhou Chongshan who suddenly appeared and asked in surprise.

"Why are you here so early today?"

It's not even four o'clock yet, and school isn't over yet.

Zhou Chongshan and Song Qingqian nodded slightly, then looked at Jiang Rou.

He said, "We take the holiday early to celebrate the festival."

He was holding a piece of pork.

With skin and meat, you can even see the bones. They are pork ribs.

"Wife, here, you said a few days ago that you wanted to make sweet and sour spare ribs."

Jiang Rou was a little surprised when she first saw the pork ribs.

It’s not easy to eat pork these days. Everyone likes big pieces of fat and meat, and no one likes spareribs.

But after listening to Zhou Chongshan's explanation, she felt warmed.

"Pork ribs are good. I'm also planning to make bamboo tube rice. If I put pork ribs in it, it will definitely taste better."

The young couple looked at each other affectionately.

Song Qingqian's mind wavered.

She put the wrapped dumplings into the basket and left in a hurry.

"Arou, I'll take the rice dumplings and go home first."

"Okay, there are also tea eggs. Do you want to take some away--"

Jiang Rou's question did not receive an answer.

Because Song Qingqian had already hurried out, leaving behind only a quick-leaving back.

Since Zhou Chongshan has taken his holiday early, what about He Donglai?

Did he go home too?

Song Qingqian was anxious to go back.

She didn't want He Donglai to open the door and walk into an empty house.

There was someone waiting for him at home.