Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Counting the days, it has been a while since they sent anything to the mountain, and Song Shuangshuang hasn't taken out the cotton yet, planning to do it next time.

Tan Anjing and Song Shuangshuang were cooking in the kitchen. Seeing that Song Shuangshuang prepared a lot of staple food today, she thought that it was to be sent to the mountain, so she washed a lot of potatoes and peeled a lot of garlic. This made Song Shuangshuang curious, "Anjing, why are you peeling so much garlic?" It's not the day to pickle Laba garlic yet.

"Ah? Aren't you going to deliver food to the mountain? I was thinking of making some potatoes stewed with eggplant. Don't I have to add more garlic?" How goes well with rice?

"Okay, keep going."

Song Shuangshuang was thinking about making some other dishes. These were all carbohydrate staples, and they would be full. Walking to the back of the kitchen, Song Shuangshuang took out a bag of chili powder from the supermarket and asked Song Youlin to chop a cabbage and bring it over.

Remove the wilted outer leaves of the cabbage, divide the cabbage into two halves, sprinkle some coarse salt on the leaves, put a stone on top to press them down, and then go to the kitchen to make the sauce for the spicy cabbage.

Halfway through the process, she came out and grabbed a handful of garlic that Tan Anjing had peeled, "Anjing, peel some more, I'll use it for other things." Garlic is indispensable for making Korean kimchi. It's a pity that there were no fresh apples and pears, otherwise it would taste better.

Tan Anjing said "Oh" and pulled another garlic off the garlic braid.

When Tan Anjing brought a small bowl of minced garlic into the kitchen, Song Shuangshuang had already prepared the hot sauce for making spicy cabbage.

Looking at the pot of red sauce, Tan Anjing couldn't imagine what dish it was made of. How spicy it would have to be.

"Shuangshuang, what kind of dish are you making?"

"Try it and see how it tastes." Song Shuangshuang dipped some sauce with chopsticks and asked Tan Anjing to taste it.

Tan Anjing thought it was very spicy, but after tasting it carefully, she found it quite good.

Song Shuangshuang also tried some, but felt that something was missing, so she called Song Youlin, who was chopping wood outside, over. He Feiyang followed out of curiosity.

Song Shuangshuang took two more chopsticks and asked them both to taste a bite. Then she asked Song Youlin how it tasted and whether there was anything missing.

He Feiyang had never eaten this kind of sauce before, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He said it tasted good, but a little salty. Song Shuangshuang was speechless and said that this was a sauce, not something to be eaten with nothing.

He Feiyang: “…” He is just ignorant.

Song Youlin savored it carefully for a while before saying, "Sister, are you short of pears?" The ones he had eaten before were better than this, slightly sweet, but not the sweetness of maltose.

Song Shuangshuang: "… You bring me a pear, and I don't know I'm missing a pear? It's nothing. I won't ask you anymore. Go chop your wood!"

After saying this, he rolled his eyes at Song Youlin, put the sauce bowl in the house, and went to wash the cabbage.

Because Tan Anjing was watching, Song Shuangshuang couldn't put on the disposable gloves she got from the supermarket, so she could only use her hands to grab the sauce and spread it on the cabbage leaves.

While applying it, she complained in her heart, fortunately the sauce was not spicy and she had no wounds on her hands, otherwise...tsk.

Song Shuangshuang had made it twice in modern times, but both times she made it according to the recipe. This time she just added some seasonings casually. There were a few things missing, so she didn't know if it would taste good.

After all the sauce was applied, there were still a few slices of cabbage left.

Tell me, how did this happen?

Song Shuangshuang could only scrape some off the leaves that had been smeared with sauce.

Even if Tan Anjing didn't understand much, she could tell that there was not enough sauce. Seeing Song Shuangshuang doing this, she couldn't help but ask her if this was okay.

Song Shuangshuang: "…If it's too salty, eat it salty; if it's too bland, eat it bland. Don't pay attention to these details." Just make the taste lighter. I'll have experience next time.

"Oh."

Tan Anjing felt that what Song Shuangshuang said... made sense.

After coating each leaf with the sauce, Song Shuangshuang tore off a small piece of leaf, tasted it, and gave Tan Anjing a piece as well.

Don't mention it, although there is less sauce, it tastes good and refreshing. It will definitely taste better if it is marinated for a few more days.

"It's okay~" Song Shuangshuang was still a little proud.

It was the first time for Tan Anjing to eat cabbage with this flavor. She covered her mouth and nodded.

"It's delicious, and you can taste the sweetness of the cabbage. Is this how you eat it?"

"You can eat it directly, and it tastes better after being marinated for a while. It will be even more delicious if you stir-fry it with pork belly." Song Shuangshuang said this and couldn't help smacking his lips.

She decided to unlock the fruit section next time she unlocks the supermarket! She can eat it herself and sell it for money!

When eating, Song Shuangshuang originally wanted to eat a quarter of the cabbage, take another quarter up the mountain, and leave the rest to ferment for a few days. If it tastes good, make more.

But when the dishes were served, things were not as they should be.

This stewed potato and eggplant is good with rice, but if you eat too much, it will be a bit heavy and greasy. It's not greasy like eating oil, but it doesn't have much flavor. It's just right to eat some spicy cabbage, which is quite refreshing.

Each person finished this quarter of the cabbage with just a few chopsticks, and Song Shuangshuang had no choice but to cut some more.

"Don't eat it all, you have to leave some to take back to the mountain." What will the old man and his friends eat after they finish eating? And they have to leave some for further fermentation.

He Feiyang and Song Youlin went to the kitchen to prepare the dishes. When Song Shuangshuang went to the kitchen to wash the pot, she saw that not a single leaf was left for her and they were all taken away...

As for Song Youlin and He Feiyang, they went up the mountain without waiting for dark.

Didn't they go hunting with Jiang Changgui some time ago? They had observed that except for one or two villagers who occasionally came to the mountain to collect firewood, basically no one went to Uncle Wen. That's why they dared to come here while it was still light.

When the two arrived, Meng Chen was chopping firewood outside the house.

"Why are you here?"

The two raised their hands and showed Meng Chen the net bags they were carrying, which contained lunch boxes.

Of course, Meng Chen also liked these kids, but he didn't want them to come here every now and then to deliver things, always afraid that people would find out. They hadn't come since they delivered the cotton that time, and he and the two old men thought they would never come again.

Who knew these two kids would come here in broad daylight without any hesitation?

Seeing that Meng Chen was going to criticize them, the two hurriedly asked him if they had eaten. Speaking of which, these two were still a little afraid of Meng Chen, and they kept a stern face, as if he might lecture them at any time.

Meng Chen wanted to say a few words to the two of them, but the subject was changed.

"Your Uncle Wen is cooking in the house, come in."

"Oh, good."

The two of them knocked on the door quickly.

The door opened immediately. Wen Zicheng, who was in the house, heard the noise outside and knew that the two children had come to deliver food again.

"Didn't I tell you not to bring anything? Why are you here again? You two are so brave. You dare to come to our place in broad daylight. Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

Song Youlin, He Feiyang: "..."

Well, Uncle Meng Chen didn’t say anything about them, but Uncle Wen did.