The group had a very comfortable breakfast and praised Uncle Seven's cooking skills. However, Uncle Seven himself was very dissatisfied:
"We're back in the countryside, why do we still have to buy vegetables for every meal?" Look at this clean kitchen, and the vegetable garden is very barren.
There's nothing we can do about it!
In this time of scarcity, if we don’t buy vegetables, will we have to eat lettuce, garlic sprouts and cabbage every day
The seventh cousin complained, "It's the wrong season. The black and white cabbages are bitter."
During the Chinese New Year period, blanch the hearts of black and white cabbages and eat them sweetly.
Seeing that everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Qiao Qiao happily piled the bowls into the sink and washed them slowly and carefully, humming a song:
"Just as the sun breaks through the night, the dawn steals across the horizon..."
Song Tan listened again and again, and always felt that something seemed to be wrong.
Then she remembered: This seems to be the theme song of Ultraman! But -
"Song Qiaoqiao!" she asked, "You can sing now. How many episodes did you watch yesterday?"
Qiao Qiao blinked, then quickly turned back and said loudly: "Qiao Qiao is washing the dishes, be serious."
Well, let’s just say that I went into the bedroom yesterday and was reluctant to come out when it was time to eat. I don’t know how many episodes I watched in one go!
Seeing how well-behaved and obedient Qiao Qiao was, Grandma Qi was filled with joy and said quickly, "What's wrong with watching a few cartoons for a little kid? I don't believe you didn't hold a TV when you were a child."
Song Tan was silent.
At that time, just ask yourself which kid would wish to live in the TV
Just as I was about to say something else, my seventh cousin had already pulled out a basket and asked, "Do you have any designated dishes for lunch?"
Wu Lan said quickly: "No, no, we will eat whatever you cook, uncle. We are not picky about food."
Now she was finally freed from the three meals a day, and was tying the basket around her waist, ready to pick tea. Not to mention picking, she just wanted to clap her hands and celebrate.
The seventh cousin nodded:
"Then I'll go wander around and see if there's anything to eat."
There are wild vegetables in the back mountain, but the spiritual energy stimulated them early, and now they are a little old. Song Tan opened his mouth to remind him, but after thinking for a while, he realized that he couldn't cook, so he should leave professional matters to professionals.
So while helping to pack and weigh the hundreds of kilograms of bamboo shoots dug out yesterday, he also called out to Qiao Qiao: "You watched a few more episodes of cartoons yesterday. You need to work harder today and perform well."
Qiao Qiao is shaking his head and singing to the climax -
“… A new storm has emerged. How can we stand still?… I will come to you!”
After he finished singing the lyrics, he nodded heavily and continued the previous topic: "Okay."
Song Tan: …
You sang this song for more than a minute before answering. How can you be sincere
Zhang Yanping, who was standing nearby, had eaten a little too much in the morning and was strolling around the yard with a bulging belly, teasing three little dogs with his feet. It was a very harmonious scene.
Song Tan thought for a moment and said, "Brother Yanping, there is not much work to do recently. Do you want to go home?"
Originally, he wanted to give the man a labor reform (trick him into doing labor), but he didn't expect that Zhang Yanping had a wide network of contacts and could help a lot.
It would be so embarrassing to ask people to do farm work nowadays!
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yanping waved his hands as if he was pricked by a needle: "No, no, no, I want to take root in the countryside and contribute to rural construction!"
Is this your contribution just to eat your fill and wander around every day
Song Tan expressed doubt.
However, Zhang Yanping's phone dinged. He opened it and heard his mother Wu Fang's loud voice echoing throughout the yard:
"Yan Ping! When is the civil service exam this year? I heard that you need to take a training class. Ask around. If you can, go back to the city and sign up for a class!"
Zhang Yanping replied without hesitation:
"No need, Mom. I can also review here with my aunt. Taking root in the countryside and learning to strengthen the country will be helpful for the interview."
After saying that, he stuffed the phone into his pocket and continued to wander around the yard.
Fortunately, Wulan had already walked a long way with the basket, otherwise she would never have lied so blatantly - still rooted in the countryside, learning to strengthen the country? He is not as good at farming as Qiao Qiao!
However, even though Brother Yanping claims every day that he doesn't want to work, when it comes to helping out, he is not idle at all.
He is unwilling to go back to study. I really don’t know how he got into a 211 university.
I mean, isn’t there some fun in learning
She moved the bamboo shoots into the car, planning to leave after Qiao Qiao finished washing the dishes. Uncle Seven looked at the gloomy sky and nodded: "You planted the trees and vegetables well yesterday, and the season was good."
As the saying goes, "During the Waking of Insects, melons will bloom but no flowers will bloom.
Plant melons during Qingming Festival and load them onto trucks."
After the seventh cousin finished mumbling, he was still not satisfied:
"I see there's still some space at the base of your wall, why don't you plant a few pumpkins? When they bloom, I'll fry the pumpkin flowers for you to eat."
Isn’t this simple
Song Tan agreed immediately: "Not only in front of and behind the house, but also on the slopes at the edge of the field, I will tell my dad later."
Uncle Seven nodded, thinking back to the difficult past when he had to grow cabbages in the cracks of bricks. Then he looked at the huge basket in his hand, and his heart was filled with pride.
"Hey, young man Yan Ping, come on, let's go find some food together."
"Are you still hooking the locust flowers?"
Zhang Yanping became excited.
My seventh cousin snorted, "No matter how good it is, you can't eat it every day. I'm just trying something new. I'll go find something different."
He had been rushing back and forth in this village in recent years and seldom had he strolled leisurely. Now, he and Grandma Qi were pointing at the fields and forests everywhere. All his life's memories were here.
When passing by the bamboo forest, he sighed: "The bamboos are growing vigorously. No wonder the bamboo shoots tasted so good yesterday."
But since he had eaten yesterday, he didn’t plan to dig again today, so he continued walking forward.
When he reached the earthen embankment where the bamboo forest and the pond met, he heard the buzzing of bees, which brightened his eyes.
"The soup for the morning is purple cloud rice soup, and for lunch, let's have rapeseed. Another bowl of rapeseed poached eggs for each person, and you can also use it as a cold dish and mix it with wild onions to go with rice—"
Since returning to his hometown, Zhang Yanping has tried all kinds of ways to eat everything, so it's not surprising to him now.
When I heard the menu, I walked directly into the sparse rapeseed flowers and picked them mercilessly...
Anyway, there is not a bit of poetry or painting in it.
Fortunately, as a chef, my seventh cousin only considered whether something tasted good and didn't make any comments about his clumsy hands and feet.
Looking down again, he saw a layer of mint growing on the edge. He frowned, a little distressed:
"It would be fine if I had chicken blood and mint soup at noon..."