Sweet 80s

Just when Ji Xiaoguang was about to load the straw, Dabao stopped him in time.

"The mattress will be lower if Maizi takes it away. Your grandma will find it when she comes back and sits on it. You might get beaten then."

Ji Xiaoguang wiped his nose with an indifferent look on his face.

"It's not just a possibility, it's a certainty that I'll get beaten. I won't be afraid of it. Just bear with it and it will pass."

When these words came out of Ji Xiaoguang's mouth, his image in Dabao's mind immediately changed from dark and thin to tall and majestic.

"Okay, after we finish cleaning out the bird's nest, I'll take you to catch big shrimps."

"That's a deal!"

"Yeah!" Dabao responded firmly.

Just do it.

Ji Xiaoguang first tied the two sleeves of the autumn coat, then rolled the collar into a ball and tied it with a rope.

The next step is to stuff handfuls of straw into the clothes.

"Enough, enough." The other party seemed to be unable to hear Dabao's shouting, and only stopped when he could no longer pretend and was about to burst out.

"You can pick and use the ones you want when you go back, and just throw away the ones you can't use."

"it is good."

Ji Xiaoguang personally sent Dabao out the door, and before leaving he reminded him not to forget the agreement. Then he clapped his hands contentedly and went back.

Around the Qingming Festival every year, it is time to eat the first batch of Chinese toon sprouts, which are known as the "vegetable on the tree."

Toona sinensis is highly seasonal.

There is a folk saying that goes, "No one eats the first, second and third batches of toon buds, but no one eats the leaves."

Therefore, people often seize the time to pick the first and second crops.

Toona sinensis has a unique aroma that some people may find appealing while others may find the flavor too pungent.

Therefore, people have different preferences for the taste of toon.

Just like coriander, those who love it enjoy it, while those who hate it stay away from it.

In spring, pick some toon leaves and make a plate of toon scrambled eggs, or mix toon with oil and salt, or mix toon with tofu, etc. These are all very good home-cooked dishes.

At home, Wang Shuping washed the Chinese toon and blanched it in boiling water for about a minute.

It will be healthier to blanch Chinese toon before eating it.

Take out the blanched toon, soak it in cold water for a while, drain the water, and chop it into pieces for later use.

Wang Shuping took out a bowl for beating raw eggs from the cupboard.

For the sake of her family's health, she usually prepares two sets of chopping boards, knives and other kitchen utensils that can be used separately for raw and cooked food.

She first beat five eggs in a bowl, added a small spoonful of salt, and then poured in the chopped toon and stirred thoroughly.

Heat oil in a pan, when the oil temperature is right, pour in the prepared Chinese toon egg liquid, and turn it over when the egg liquid is slightly solidified.

Fry until all cooked and serve.

As for other dishes, there was some left over for lunch.

Wang Shuping looked at the last two sweet potatoes in the basket and thought that in addition to steamed buns, she could also make porridge as a staple food.

Sweet potato porridge often appears on the dining tables of people in the Central Plains.

The confusion here does not mean literal.

In the Central Plains, Hutu is a special noodle dish, which is a porridge made with corn or corn flour as the main ingredient.

It can be grainy corn grits, but most of the time it is cornmeal with a fine texture.

Because it is very simple to prepare, some places eat it for breakfast, and some places eat it with steamed buns as dinner. Eating the soup makes people feel comfortable all over.

Wang Shuping took an enamel basin, washed the sweet potatoes, peeled them, cut them into pieces, and added water to boil them.

Wang Shuping held a spoon in her right hand and stirred the water in the pot clockwise, while sprinkling corn grits into it with her left hand.

Authentic Northeastern people rarely eat Hutu porridge, and some have never even heard of it.

Strictly speaking, the reason why Wang Shuping did this is because she cannot be considered a typical Northeasterner.

Due to natural disasters and other reasons, many people in the Central Plains were forced to cross Shanhaiguan and go to the Northeast to make a living.

Wang Shuping's ancestors also went to Northeast China and settled there at that time, so sometimes in terms of diet or customs, they still continue the habits of people in the interior of the country.

Spreading corn grits is a technical job and requires one hand to steadily spread the corn grits.

When spreading it, don't just spread it loosely, as that will easily form lumps.

Use your other hand to stir with a spoon in one direction to allow the corn grits to better combine with the water.

All that’s left is to cook the corn grits until they’re fragrant.

Open the lid after cooking for about 10 minutes. You should no longer smell the raw corn grits, but instead a very pleasant corn aroma.

"Mom, I'm back!"

The childish cry reveals the strength and brightness of the little man.

Wang Shuping glanced out through the kitchen window, but only saw Dabao's back as he hurriedly ran back into the house.

When cooking porridge, you need to push the bottom of the pot every once in a while to prevent it from getting burnt, so Wang Shuping didn't think of doing it.

Dabao ran back and quickly hid a bag of wheat straw under his bed. He also deliberately pulled out the basket under the bed, trying to use the basket to cover it.

Then he changed positions again.

He looked up and down, left and right, and after confirming again and again that he could not be found from any angle, he dusted off his body and walked out confidently.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner?"

As he said that, Dabao stepped into the kitchen, put his hands behind his back like an inspector, walked to the pot and took a look.

"Sweet potato porridge, I like it."

Then he went to another pot: "Fried eggs with Chinese toon, so fragrant~."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, touched the saliva that was about to flow out of the corner of his mouth, and swallowed it hard.

"Go away, your paws are dirty."

Wang Shuping looked up at the wall clock and calculated that Lin Xiangdong would be back soon.

So he said to Dabao, "Your dad will be back soon, go find your brother and prepare for dinner."

"Okay!" Dabao responded and ran out, just in time to bump into Lin Xiangdong who was coming back.

Lin Xiangdong asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Looking for Erbao."

"You're back. You came back a few minutes early today."

"what."

Lin Xiangdong took off his coat, washed his hands and went to the kitchen. Looking at his busy wife, he gently hugged her in his arms and spoke softly.

"You really weren't angry at noon, were you?"

"No."

Wang Shuping glanced out the window. She was worried that her sons would come back and see her, so she tried to push him away with her elbow, but he hugged her even tighter.

"Don't be afraid. Erbao is having fun outside and it will take a while for him to be called back."

After saying that, he kissed her neck fiercely.

In an instant, Wang Shuping's face and ears became redder and hotter.