The fifth day of May in the second year of Tianding
Dragon Boat Festival.
Beidi.
This is the first time Ke'er has eaten rice dumplings in his life. Beidi does not have the custom of celebrating the Dragon Boat Festival. Song Tong is always busy and never remembers these festivals and festivals, so Jixiang told him a few days ago to prepare for the Dragon Boat Festival. During the Dragon Boat Festival, he was stunned for a while. Suddenly looking back, he remembered that he had not celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival for more than 20 years, and he felt filled with emotion.
Ke'er had heard of zongzi, but had never eaten it, so she was looking forward to it. In the first few days, she followed Jixiang's buttocks, watching her prepare red dates, lotus seeds, bacon, red beans, etc. The little girl became more and more excited. She was so greedy that her saliva flowed out. Jixiang looked funny and felt distressed at the same time, so yesterday Jixiang specially cooked a pot of eight-treasure porridge for her, and the child sat in front of the stove and drank it "gudu gudu" After eating three bowls, I put down my bowls and chopsticks until my belly was chubby, and I was carried back to the backyard to rest by my grandma.
Jixiang was washing dishes in the kitchen when she heard footsteps coming from outside. She couldn't help but turn up the corners of her mouth as she listened to the footsteps approaching from far away.
Her hearing was mediocre, but she could clearly identify the owner of the footsteps.
"Why are you washing the dishes yourself again? Isn't it easy to get rid of frostbite?" Song Tong came into the kitchen happily smelling the fragrance. Unexpectedly, he saw Jixiang standing in front of the table and looked forward to it, and he immediately wrinkled up. He frowned, "It's not like there are no servants. Don't do this all the time. It won't be tiring."
"It's okay, just a small bowl. I'm too lazy to ask anyone to wash it," Ji Xiang lowered his head and put his favorite bunny-shaped porcelain bowl on the table, and said to Song Tong with a smile, "Ke'er, have you never had rice-treasure porridge before? She drank three bowls just now."
"Is there eight-treasure porridge?" Song Tong's eyes widened in surprise. He walked over in a hurry and opened the lid of the pot. Sure enough, he saw that there was still half a pot of eight-treasure porridge. He was so busy that he smiled at Jixiang and said, "Don't say it's Ke'er. Yes, even I can drink three big bowls."
"I know you like to drink this and make it a lot of time," Ji Xiang said with a smile. He took out a bowl from the cabinet and filled Song Tong with a large bowl of eight-treasure porridge. He handed it to Song Tong and said, "Are you going to eat here? Or go. Dining room?”
"Just stay here, why bother with so much trouble?" Song Tong is an orthodox Dali scholar. He has always believed in the principle of "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen", but recently he always likes to run to the kitchen and look at the little things in the stove. Fire, talking to Jixiang and eating some snacks at the same time is really a great enjoyment in life.
"Would you like some side dishes?" Ji Xiang asked, but without waiting for Song Tong's answer, he squatted down, picked up two pickled side dishes from the jar under the table, brought them to the stove, and cut them again. A piece of spicy sausage that was not eaten during the day was brought over and he said, "Is this really something Master Zhou sent from Sichuan?"
"Yes, they are all made by Sister Zhou Ran. It's just that they are far away. It takes at least more than a month on the road. It's impossible to keep them. So I can only send some over in the winter every year. Sister Zhou Ran must be the same every time. Sending dozens of kilograms here, the whole family can eat until summer," Song Tong said with emotion while holding a pair of chopsticks to eat spicy sausage, "I don’t know how many spicy sausages Sister Zhou Ran has made for us brothers over the years. Woolen cloth."
"I also ate it when I was in the capital. At that time, I only knew that it was sent from Sichuan. I thought it was a tribute, but I didn't know that it was all made by Mr. Zhou's sister." Jixiang picked up a chopstick and picked up the spicy intestines. Then he sighed, "I heard that the female general is very legendary. She also played a major role in this battle in southern Xinjiang. I didn't know that she still had such thoughts. It is really rare to make such preserved meat every year."