"Okay, I'm leaving."
Yang Donghu didn't stay any longer and pulled Zhao Fangchu out.
Zhao Luochuan stood there and watched him leave the courtyard before looking away, rubbing his fingers with a low smile.
The first snow this year came early, and it was heavy. It is said that auspicious snow means a good harvest, so next year's harvest will definitely be good.
The snow was a foot deep, burying all the shorter vegetables on the ground.
Snow cabbage is not afraid of cold, and the more snow there is, the more delicious it is. Zhu Cuilan sowed more snow cabbage seeds when she sowed seeds in autumn, waiting to pickle them in winter.
Snow cabbage itself has a bitter taste, so skillful farmers will use salt to remove the moisture from the snow cabbage, which can remove a large part of the bitterness.
Then put the snow vegetables into the jar and rub them four or five times. At this time, all the bitterness will be removed, leaving only the unique fragrance of the snow vegetables.
When Yang Donghu arrived, Zhu Cuilan was kneading snow vegetables in the kitchen, and there was a pile of unprocessed snow vegetables at her feet.
"Aunt."
"Hey, here you come. Come in quickly. It's cold outside." Zhu Cuilan stopped what she was doing and said with a smile.
The charcoal basin in the room had been heated up. Zhu Cuilan took off her heavy cotton jacket and put on a light outer coat.
Zhu Cuilan washed her hands and wiped them on her apron. Her face was filled with the joy of a good harvest. She said cheerfully, "Look, this year's snow vegetables are growing well. They have short roots and long leaves. I'm sure we can make a lot of pickles."
Yang Donghu nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, she is really good-looking."
When Zhu Cuilan saw the collar around Yang Donghu's neck, she sighed inwardly, "Dachuan is a caring child. These two are such a perfect match."
"I'm afraid the pickles will stain your collar. Fang Chu, go find one of your clothes for Dong Hu to wear. It's not cold in the house. If you wear too much and sweat, you'll get a chill when the cold wind blows."
"Okay." Zhao Fangchu responded and went out.
Yang Donghu smiled and said, "Okay, how do we prepare this dish?"
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