Compared to Cheng Qingyan's glutinous rice balls, at least the two glutinous rice balls that Cheng Qingyan made weren't as badly deformed as her cat and dog dumplings!
She was both angry and wanted to laugh.
She's angry because the thing looked so nice when she sculpted it, but now it's so deformed she can't recognize it. She also wants to laugh because the cute little dog she made before has turned into something that looks like a failed, over-expanded bubble!
Realizing she had overreacted, Ye Lingyu nudged Cheng Qingyan with her elbow, reminding her to tone it down—the person responsible for the accident was still there!
Cheng Qingyan covered her lips, suppressing her laughter: "Um, Chu Ying, I forgot to mention, these noodles will deform after steaming, it's not your fault."
Meng Chuying puffed out her cheeks in anger: "What does it matter if I'm deformed? Brother Cheng, didn't you say that the appearance changes but the essence remains the same? I don't care at all!"
Judging from her expression, this child doesn't seem indifferent, does she?
However, after gaining weight and becoming deformed, well, it's really hard to praise this noodle dog!
Cheng Qingyan couldn't wait to pick up a triangular candy bag. The candy bag that Ye Lingyu made looked exactly like the kind she ate when she was a child.
The candy melted inside the dough and was incredibly hot. I remember when I was little, I was so greedy and wouldn't listen to advice, taking a bite and burning myself so badly I screamed!
After it had cooled down enough, she took a bite out of half of one of the corners.
Syrup oozed from the broken end, sweet and cloying, and a little hot.
Except for the flour being a bit coarse and not being fermented enough, it tasted just like the food she ate when she was a child.
A sigh escaped her lips; the smell reminded her of her maternal grandmother.
The kind old lady who always greeted her with a smile, who would always save some of her favorite foods for her, was always blatantly showing her enough favoritism.
Blink, concealing the strange feeling in your heart.
Everyone was happy, and she was happy too.
Just like some things, some events, they become regrets, but they will not be forgotten and will always remain in the heart.
It has become the white moonlight in my heart, and no time can surpass it.
At three-quarters past noon, Ye Lingyu kneaded the dough again. Under Cheng Qingyan's guidance, she added eggs and sugar while kneading.
The sugar is dissolved in the water when kneading the dough, and the eggs are added directly to the flour.
She had only eaten this kind of food a few times when she was a child.
Because of the wide variety of snacks available, this traditional noodle snack is not very popular with children.
After kneading the dough, roll it into a small strip, and then roll it out into a strip about one finger long.
Finally, cut it into strips about half a finger wide.
Meng Chuying was tending the fire, and there was lard in the small pot, which was already bubbling with small bubbles.
"Brother Cheng, what kind of novel food is this? I've never seen it before, and I've never even heard of it." Meng Chuying was holding Wangcai in her arms to keep warm, while Fugui and Jiutiao were also snuggling up beside her.
She was tending the fire; it was warm by the stove, after all.
Cheng Qingyan started her rambling: "Oh, this is what happened one night. After I fell asleep, I had a dream in which an old lady with white hair told me what to do."
Ye Lingyu listened to her talking nonsense again and smiled without saying a word.
"Huh, I thought it would be like the white-bearded old men in storybooks, but I didn't expect there to be white-haired old ladies too!"
"Of course! I'm telling the truth. Those white-bearded old men they're talking about might not be real!"
"Wow, Brother Cheng, is there anything else? What else did that white-haired old lady say?"
Cheng Qingyan looked smug and kept everyone in suspense: "I can't tell you everything. The old lady told me that these are all closely guarded secrets and can't be told."
Ye Lingyu didn't expose her, and quietly continued with her work, listening to the two of them, one daring to speak and the other daring to believe.
The oil in the pot was boiling hot. Cheng Qingyan put the cut noodles into the oil.
Immediately, the oil in the pan began to sizzle softly. Ye Lingyu pulled her back, away from the stove. "Stand further away. Just tell me what you need."
"My wife, I'm alright~"
Cheng Qingyan knew that Ye Lingyu was afraid of being burned by the hot oil. Actually, as long as the oil and water didn't come into direct contact, it wouldn't be a big problem.
She really wanted to tell Ye Lingyu that she was not a good-for-nothing and that she didn't need to worry about her in everything.
On the one hand, she also enjoyed being specially cared for by Ye Lingyu.
Ye Lingyu's reluctance to express her emotions may be related to the mindset of people in this era.
Rigid, conservative, and shy.
Once the fruit in the oil turns golden brown, it can be taken out.
Because we didn't know it might not be successful, we didn't do much this time.
It's not particularly sweet, but has a very subtle sweetness.
After they cooled, give Wang Cai, Gui, and Jiu Tiao a piece of fried dough stick each.
The three little ones, who haven't lost their baby teeth yet, are happily munching on each other.
On the 24th day of the lunar calendar, the villagers started setting off firecrackers after it got dark.
Cheng Qingyan's family also wanted to set off firecrackers. Meng Chuying wanted to light them but was too scared, so in the end Cheng Qingyan lit them instead.
When I took Meng Chuying home after dinner, she took Wangcai away with her.
In the small bamboo house, Fugui and Jiutiao slept side by side.
In the following days, Cheng Qingyan took the soap she had made out of the bamboo tube.
It has been set and can now be taken out, sliced, and air-dried.
This will take quite a while, almost a month. By the time it's ready to use, it will probably be springtime.
On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Cheng Qingyan was startled as soon as she got out of bed.
Last night, while they were asleep, God quietly sent down a snowfall.
So when she woke up in the morning, she saw the whole yard covered in white snow.
The snow had stopped falling, and the sky was bright; it should be a sunny day.
Ye Lingyu seemed to have just gotten up as well; she was currently clearing the snow from the path between the main room and the kitchen. The path from the main room to the gate was still completely white, with only some footprints of Fugui and Jiutiao visible, and the gate was not yet open.
"Wife! Let me help you!" I never expected it to snow this year. I thought it wouldn't snow until at least after the New Year.
"Slow down, the ground is slippery."
"Yes, I know. My wife, please be careful too."
Fugui and Jiutiao had already left plum blossom imprints in the snow, though the imprints were somewhat messy. Having a great time, Fugui even rolled around in the snow.
The snow fell silently, so it's not surprising that she didn't hear it.
The snow seemed to be quite heavy; it had accumulated to a thickness of a hand in just one night.
The cleared snow was piled up next to the vegetable garden in the yard. When the sun comes out, the snow will melt into water and flow into the vegetable garden.
Not long after breakfast, the sun came out, and the sun shone brightly.
Ye Lingyu sewed a straw-lined curtain for the small bamboo house. Because there was a gap under the bamboo house, the curtain would automatically return to its original position when Fugui and Jiutiao went in and out.
Meng Chuying takes Wangcai back to her place every day. She has enough rooms for Wangcai to sleep in, so she doesn't have to worry about him.
She said that she had put a nest for Wangcai in her room, and Wangcai lived with her every day.
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