336 Sizzling and fragrant
With these two little helpers, Zhou Linglan could pack up much more easily.
All three of them were quick and agile, and the two and a half guys were very strong. Before noon, they had already packed all the things that needed to be mailed.
Zhou Linglan hurried to kill the old hen.
Zhou Linglan rubbed some salt on the chicken body and stuffed some mushrooms and black fungus that had been soaked in the morning into the chicken's belly. Before stuffing them in, she slightly adjusted the taste with ginger slices, salt and soy sauce, and then wrapped it with layers of lotus leaves.
Put the chicken aside and save it for stir-frying sauerkraut in the evening.
She also took a small iron pot, a few pairs of chopsticks, a few small bowls, a little peanut oil and a little salt, and set out for the private plot with her two children.
Mumu jumped up and down: "This feels like a picnic."
Zhou Linglan smiled and said, "It's just a picnic."
Fu Yuanhang said: "There is no such good food at a picnic."
Mumu held Fu Yuanhang's shoulder and said, "You have to thank me. Because you love me, you brought all the best food from home."
Fu Yuanhang slapped his hand away in annoyance and ignored him.
In fact, the sweet potatoes in the private plot have been almost dug up, but Zhou Linglan likes to eat the sweet potato seedlings, so she kept some. She also used to plant some sweet potato vines out of season and eat the sweet potato leaves specifically.
Winter in the south is not like that in the north. The four seasons are not distinct. Many green vegetables become sweeter and more delicious after being frozen. There are not as many diseases and pests as in spring and summer, so it is easier to eat green leafy vegetables in winter.
When he arrived at his private plot, Fu Yuanhang found the most lush sweet potato seedling, hollowed it out from the bottom, and shook off the mud on it.
Mumu "tsk tsk" a few times: "You must have poked the sweet potato hole, how come there are so many sweet potatoes on this plant? We can't eat them all even if we roast them all."
Fu Yuanhang said: "It's okay, if you can't finish it, you can take it on the train. It will be sweeter after cooling down, and it tastes better than dry food."
Mumu nodded: "That makes sense, then I'll go dig some more."
Fu Yuanhang held him back and said, "This is enough. Raw ones are easier to carry, and Chenchen likes to eat them. You can bring some raw ones back and bake them in the oven. They will be delicious."
"Mumu likes to eat more, so roast a few more. By the way, there are a few taro over there. The small taro tastes good when roasted." Zhou Linglan said.
"Then I'll go dig taro." Mumu picked up the hoe and ran to the side.
Fu Yuanhang dug a big hole with hard mud, built a layer in the middle, covered it with a layer of soil, and then covered it with a layer of lotus leaves before putting the sweet potatoes back.
Zhou Linglan also put the wrapped chicken on the side, poked a few vents, and started to make a fire from the bottom.
"Hey, why are you here too?" Mumu exclaimed, "You are not that, that that..."
Xiao Meizi blinked: "My name is Xiao Meizi!"
Mumu finally remembered: "Yes, yes, yes, Xiaomei, you took Ah Hang's picture book, why didn't you say anything? You scared me."
Xiao Meizi didn't know what to say.
Zhou Linglan heard the voice and looked over here: "Xiao Meizi is here too?"
Xiao Meizi smiled at Zhou Linglan and said, "Yes, mother, I'll dig some radishes."
"Have you eaten?" Zhou Linglan asked.
Xiao Meizi shook her head: "Not yet, my grandma is cooking at home."
"That's great. Come and have something to eat with us before you go back," said Zhou Linglan.
Xiao Meizi shook her head: "No need, grandma, my grandma cooked my meal."
"I'm leaving soon. I don't know when I'll be back next time. If we meet, we can have a bite together. I don't know if I'll have this opportunity again in the future."
The child was too thin. She looked thirteen years old but she looked at least two or three years younger than other girls of the same age, less than ten years old. Zhou Linglan thought that if she met her, it would be nice to give her some meat.
Fu Yuanhang said, "Xiao Meizi, I brought back some textbooks from our place, as well as my class notes. Wait for me here, and I'll get them for you when I get back."
Hearing Fu Yuanhang say this, Xiao Meizi nodded with eyes as clear as a stream: "Okay, I'll wait for you."
"Mom, keep an eye on the fire. I'll go back and get something." Fu Yuanhang said to Zhou Linglan.
Zhou Linglan nodded: "I'm watching it. Go ahead and turn over the dried persimmon cakes at home."
Thinking that Chenchen would definitely like the soft and sticky persimmon cakes, Zhou Linglan exchanged dried black fungus for dozens of persimmons in the autumn, and dried them into persimmon cakes. But worried that they would get damp, she took them out and turned them over to dry them again.
Delay a little while, and when Fu Yuanhang comes back, the chicken will be almost roasted, and Xiao Meizi can eat a little before leaving.
"Grandma, let me help you light the fire." Grandma Xiaomei's eyesight is not very convenient, but she has known how to cook since she was a child.
Just now she said that her grandma was cooking at home, but in fact she had already washed the rice and lit the fire, and asked her grandma to watch the fire.
Zhou Linglan didn't bother to be polite with her: "Help me build a small earthen stove. I want to stir-fry some sweet potato leaves."
"Okay." Xiao Meizi quickly found some hard mud and built the small earthen stove in no time.
Zhou Linglan also asked her to help pick tender sweet potato leaves and wash them in the creek.
At this time, Mumu dug some taro and put it into the sweet potato hole.
Zhou Linglan laid a layer of lotus leaves on it, then covered it with a thin layer of soil, and let Mumu build a fire on it.
Mumu asked in confusion: "Fuck, there's a fire burning down there, how can it be burning up there too?"
Zhou Linglan said: "By heating both top and bottom, the baking time can be shortened by half. It used to take an hour to bake, but now it only takes half an hour."
Mumu nodded in understanding: "My godmother is really smart, that's the truth."
Mumu found some dry branches and built a fire on top of the sweet potato nest. He didn't mind the dirt on the ground and just sat down on it to warm his hands.
The small mountain village has green mountains and clear waters, and it has outstanding people and a beautiful scenery. He loves this place very much.
Xiao Meizi also came back after washing the sweet potato leaves.
Zhou Linglan asked her to go to her own field and dig a garlic. "I forgot to bring garlic. You can just dig one."
Xiao Meizi didn't suspect anything and ran back to her own plot to pick garlic.
Mumu moved his little butt to Zhou Linglan's ear and whispered, "Mother, you are worried that she will be embarrassed to eat our food later, so you deliberately make her work, right?"
Zhou Linglan looked at Xiao Meizi's thin figure and said with a smile, "Our Mumu is really smart. Both her grandmother and grandson are not the kind of people who would accept others' kindness with a clear conscience. Let her do some work so that she can eat more comfortably later."
Mumu picked a sweet potato leaf and held it in his mouth: "Ahhang went back to get the notes just to buy time, right? Otherwise, this little girl would have run home long ago."
His godmother and Ahang are truly mother and son, both are kind-hearted.
Zhou Linglan said, "Don't call her a little girl. She is about the same age as you and Ah Hang. She is already thirteen years old."
"That's really hard to tell." Mumu said in surprise.
Xiao Meizi picked a garlic, washed it clean and peeled it before bringing it back.
Zhou Linglan put the small iron pot on the small earthen stove, poured a circle of peanut oil on it, put the garlic in, crushed it hard, and waited until the aroma came out before putting the sweet potato leaves into the pot.
Sizzling and fragrant.
Xiao Meizi couldn't help swallowing her saliva. Her family never used so much oil when cooking. It must be so delicious.