Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Cuicui walked into the house amidst the steaming sour jujube cake, forgetting what she was going to say and swallowing her saliva continuously.

"What delicious food did Aunt Lin make again? Why is my stomach growling just by smelling it?"

Sour jujubes are appetizing. Not to mention Cuicui, even Lin was almost craving them.

Lin cut off a piece and divided it into three pieces.

"Sour jujube cake, eat carefully to avoid getting burned."

Cui Zhaozhao has been eating this since he was a child and doesn't find it new. He used to dislike the sour taste and would symbolically taste a small piece every year when his mother made the sour jujube cake. Now, chewing the familiar sour jujube cake, the mixture of sour and sweet tastes surprisingly makes him feel very delicious.

Cuicui admired it carefully and took a small sip. The sour jujube cake had a soft texture and melted in her mouth. The sour taste was followed by a light sweetness and finally the fragrance of wheat.

too delicious.

I didn’t expect that sour dates can be used as snacks.

Cui Zhaozhao was not satisfied with just a small piece, so he cut another piece for himself. Turning around and seeing Cuicui's expectant eyes, he broke the cake in his hand into two halves and handed it to her.

Cuicui held the sour jujube cake and took small bites with satisfaction.

"Don't eat too much, or you'll feel uncomfortable in your stomach." Lin couldn't help but pinch another piece, but still reminded.

Cuicui obediently put down the cake and carefully wrapped it with a handkerchief: "I'll go back and give it to my mother to try later. She loves sour fruits, so she will definitely like the sour date cake too."

"Enjoy your meal, I'll pack a few more for you to take home later."

Sour jujubes are free and there is no regret in giving them away. In addition to Wang's sister-in-law, other friendly families also plan to pack a few pieces and send them to each other.

Since the construction of the new house started, the villagers enthusiastically sent her home-grown vegetables. Although she gave them money, money can't buy sincerity. Relationships with people can only last long if there is give-and-take.

On a lazy autumn afternoon, clouds float slowly in the sky.

Migratory birds flew over the village, waking up the sleeping village.

Attracted by the fragrance, the children rubbed their sleepy eyes and crowded around the door of the east room.

"It smells so good! Auntie San has made something delicious again."

Big Gray and Little Gray were basking in the sun at the door. Little Seven squeezed in between, rubbing his head randomly, and sniffing greedily the fragrance in the air.

"You know there's something delicious, but you're still touching Big Gray and Little Gray. Hurry up and wash your hands. Come and eat the sour jujube cake after washing them clean."

Lin picked up Xiaoqi from the ground, and Xiaoliu also came out from the inner room yawning. The two of them were packed up and handed over to Lidong, asking her to watch them wash their hands carefully.

He then handed a bowl of sour jujube cake to Silang and said, "Send it to your grandma."

The remaining children each took a piece of cake and ate it happily.

A few of them took a nap at the new house and didn't get to taste the delicious food during the first wave.

"It's delicious, even better than peach cakes!"

There is a shortage of fruit here, so the children eat wild fruits to satisfy their cravings. Compared with the sour wild fruits, the sour taste of the jujube cake is directly ignored, leaving only the lingering sweetness.

Wu Lang had pastry crumbs on the corner of his mouth. When he heard that it was made of sour jujube, he immediately said, "Aunt San, I know there are a few sour jujube trees at the foot of the mountain. I'll go pick some and we can make them into cakes."

You don't need to add flour to the sour jujube. The pure flesh can be preserved for a long time after being steamed and air-dried, just like fruit leather. In winter, the mountains are bare, so you can take it out and chew it to satisfy your craving, or soak it in water and drink it.

"Okay, go ahead and pick them. Be careful not to get scratched by the thorns." Lin thought for a moment and said, "There are also osmanthus flowers. You can dry them and make osmanthus honey. Then check if the hawthorns are ripe. If they are, pick more. You can make hawthorn jam, hawthorn cake, and candied haws..."

Lin could hardly hold back her saliva as she spoke, and when she looked at the children, her eyes widened.

"Aunt Lin, my family has dried osmanthus flowers." Cuicui said excitedly.

My grandmother has an osmanthus tree at home. She picks the flowers every year when they bloom. She likes the fragrance of the flowers. After drying them, she wraps them in cloth and sews them up, then puts them in the closet. Her clothes are all scented with the fragrance of osmanthus.

She never thought that osmanthus flowers could be used as food. She felt heartbroken when she thought about the osmanthus flowers that had been wasted over the years.

Fortunately, this year's osmanthus flowers have not yet been put into the closet.

Cuicui turned to leave, but Lin suddenly remembered something important.

"Guihua is not in a hurry. Is the braised pig's head ready?"

Cuicui opened her mouth slightly and hit her head in annoyance. What a damn head! How could she forget the important things when she saw food?

"It's all my fault. I came here just to talk about this, but I forgot everything after eating the sour jujube cake."

Cuicui is introverted and always keeps quiet in front of strangers. Her cute and innocent look is different from her usual one, which makes Lin Shi smile.

Shiro suddenly realized: "I know, this is what my second sister calls a foodie brain."

Every time Xiaoliu shook his head to ask for food, Cui Zhaozhao would laugh at his little foodie brain. Silang remembered it after hearing it a few times.

"Nonsense, you're the foodie."

Cuicui blushed and pretended to hit someone.

Silang would not stand there waiting foolishly. He jumped behind Third Aunt and stuck out his tongue.

"A foodie's head craves food, but the more he eats, the worse his stomach becomes. So much for eating."

"If you have the guts, don't hide behind Aunt Lin." Cuicui was embarrassed and angry. "Aunt Lin, look at him."

Silang resolutely hid behind. Lin said meaningfully, "Cuicui, ignore him. Your father would be heartbroken if he knew. Silang and his family's house depends on your father..."

Shiro was dumbfounded.

Is Third Aunt sure she is trying to comfort Cuicui instead of finding ways to threaten him?

Cuicui exclaimed exaggeratedly, "I'm going to go find my dad to seek justice."

"No, no, no." Shi Lang said stubbornly, "Don't tell Uncle Wang, I...I was wrong."

How could he forget that his own house was still waiting for Uncle Wang to build it? He could offend no one but Cuicui.

Shiro wanted to slap himself in the face.