After a good night's sleep, Zhong Ziqi woke up the next day and found that the sky outside was gloomy, and it seemed that it was going to rain. He hurriedly took all the mushrooms and cucumbers that were drying outside to the house, and covered the firewood in the yard to prevent it from getting wet.
In the morning, Zhong Ziqi had no appetite, so she boiled a pot of rice porridge and made braised bamboo shoots in oil. When Zhao Zhengan came over for dinner, Zhong Ziqi swore that he definitely saw a trace of dislike. He proudly thought that he was the chef and he had to eat whatever he did.
Zhao Zheng'an scratched his head. He hadn't had porridge for a long time. Since he was with his wife, he had three meals of white rice, and at least one meal of meat every two days, so he was really surprised when he suddenly saw white porridge. But still sit down and eat obediently. Although he is a picky eater, it is only when there is meat, if not, he can eat anything.
After dinner, Zhong Ziqi drove Zhao Zhengan away. He made a small basin of noodles in the kitchen, mixed refined salt and alkali, covered them and put them aside to wait for the noodles to rise. In order to be quicker, he went back to the house and took some clothes to cover.
Then there was nothing to do, the rain was coming, and the sky was getting darker, and there was nothing he could do.
"Zhengan, stop playing, catch the chick, it will rain soon." Zhong Ziqi shouted towards the yard.
"Know it."
Zhao Zheng'an, who was having fun with Dahei and Xiaohei, went into the chicken coop to catch the chick. Now the chick is almost the size of a person's palm, and he ran unambiguously. Zhao Zhengan turned around several times before Catch them all. Put it in the chicken coop and bring it to the house. Two puppies followed behind barking.
Before noon, the sky began to rain, first pattering and then clattering.
Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan sat in the room listening to the sound of rain outside. Except for the barking of the dog and the chirping of chickens, no one spoke in the room, but silence is better than sound. They don't need to use words to prove their presence, because they already know that person is by their side. It's a strange feeling, but Let them enjoy it.
The summer rain came and went quickly, and finally stopped after an hour of clattering. The air after the rain has a different kind of freshness. The dark clouds dispersed and the bright sun peeked out from the clouds, exuding a warm light.
The road after the rain was wet and hideous, Zhong Ziqi strictly ordered Zhao Zhengan and the two restless dogs not to go out and run around. Zhao Zhengan nodded listlessly.
"Hey, I'll cook something delicious for you tonight." Zhong Ziqi said.
Sure enough, Zhao Zheng'an's eyes lit up again, and he regained his vitality in an instant. Delicious food is indeed a powerful medicine, whoever tries it will be able to use it.
Rainy days are always suitable for laziness. Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan eat a bite when they are hungry, and sleep late after eating, and the afternoon will pass in a blink of an eye. Zhong Ziqi still remembered that she made noodles in the kitchen, and let Zhao Zhengan entertain himself. After finishing his clothes, he went into the kitchen.
What can you do? He can steam buns and steamed buns, and he can do a lot of things. What he wants to do is deep-fried dough sticks.
Fried dough sticks are a little cumbersome to make, mainly because they still need dough. Zhong Ziqi has only made it once before and felt that it was not as convenient as buying it, so she stopped making it. This time he picked it up again, just to treat him as a novel food.
Modern people love to eat so much, I believe that the ancient times will not be so bad.
Carefully avoiding the small puddles and entering the kitchen, he opened the tightly covered washbasin, and the noodles inside were already bubbling and puffed up.
After washing her hands, Zhong Ziqi began to knead and roll out the noodles. Afterwards, Zhong Ziqi cut the noodles into small strips about ten centimeters long and one centimeter wide, and stretched them into small strips in pairs, and put them aside, and so on. A total of thirty or so were made.
"Zheng'an? Zheng'an?" Zhong Ziqi shouted towards the door.
"Daughter-in-law?" Zhao Zhengan ran over quickly.
"Come and help me light the fire."
Zhao Zhengan nodded, and sat by the stove skillfully lighting the fire.
Zhong Ziqi poured one-third of the oil into the pot, which was too much waste, so he poured less, at best it was a little bit late.
When the oil is hot, Zhong Ziqi puts the noodles into the pot, and the color of the noodles changes instantly. As the oil rolls up and down, it turns golden yellow after a while. leftover.
Although a heavy rain has lowered the hot temperature a lot, the heat in the kitchen is always unmatched.
"Okay, Zheng'an doesn't need to burn it. Take the next one and taste it."
Zhao Zhengan couldn't wait to pick one up after washing his hands, and he opened his mouth to bite it, regardless of whether it was hot or not.
"delicious!"
Zhao Zhengan laughed contentedly, finished one in two or three bites, and then grabbed another.
Zhong Ziqi sent him to eat aside to avoid being splashed with oil. When Zhong Ziqi finished frying all the deep-fried dough sticks, Zhao Zhengan was already sitting there full of food, still full of relish.
Zhong Ziqi ate at least six or seven by visual inspection. The fried dough sticks were two put together, so he ate more than ten. Zhong Ziqi held his forehead. This is him. Said the appetite is not small.
Zhong Ziqi also picked up one and tasted it carefully, um... Fortunately, the craftsmanship has not deteriorated. He was full after eating three sticks, scooped out the oil in the pot and put it away, and cleaned up the kitchen. Taking out another basin, Zhong Ziqi filled more than a dozen fried dough sticks: "You stay at home and look after the house, I'll go to Zhao Ama's house and give them a taste, no one is allowed to open the door."
"Remember my wife." Zhao Zhengan said.
Zhong Ziqi took out a piece of oil paper to cover the basin and went out.
As soon as I arrived at the head of the village, I met a person head-on.
"Hey, brother Qi, why didn't you go out to do business? The business is very hot, right? It's really different from us poor people."
This is the first family in the village with the surname Li. Generally, everyone calls him Li Ah. He is one of the few people who is close to Wang Cuihua. It is also one of the few families in the village that Zhao Ahmai refused to accept, which shows how deeply resentful he is.
Zhong Ziqi looked at this man who was very proud and mocking in a strange way, did something happen that he didn't know about? The villain can be so rampant!
Zhong Ziqi just politely called Li Ah Mo and ignored him.
Li Ama looked at the distant back with jealousy and resentment in her eyes. Every household in the village basically earned tens of pennies, but every time their family was turned away, how could they not be resentful? For his family's sake, his family had given him a lot of face, and Ama Li spit out something when he remembered something: "There's nothing to be proud of, right? You deserve it!" Then she twisted her body and left.
Zhong Ziqi arrived at Zhao Ama's house, the door of their house was wide open, he knocked on the door and shouted: "Is Zhao Ama at home?"
"Here, Brother Qi!" Zhao Ah's voice came from the room.
It was Zhao Ning who opened the door and came out. He ran over in surprise, "Why are you here, Ziqi?" If it wasn't for the rain, he would have gone to visit him.
"I'll bring you something delicious." Zhong Ziqi smiled and followed him into the house.
"What is it?" Zhao Ning asked happily.
After entering the house, the other three members of the Zhao family were also there, and Zhong Ziqi greeted each of them.
"Brother Qi, why don't you get anything if you come here?" Zhao Ama complained, but he was still very happy, which showed that Brother Qi was close to his home.
Zhong Ziqi smiled and said: "It's not a fun thing, you can try it yourself." Zhong Ziqi lifted the oil paper, revealing the golden fried dough sticks inside that were still steaming.
"Hey, what's this?" Zhao Ning reached out to take one out of curiosity, but Zhao Amo glared at her. He took a bite: "Well, it's delicious, and it's still hot."
Zhao Ah went into the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks and handed them to the others. Undoubtedly, she won praise from everyone. Zhong Ziqi told them that this was a new idea he had come up with and that they would reopen when the weather was fine. Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng went to help.
Zhao Baogen didn't say anything, Zhao Ama waved his hand and said that if you don't dislike clumsy people, let them follow.