Suddenly, it was cold.

Zhang Tiezhu looked at his sister coldly and didn't look like she was angry, knowing that she had her own ideas, and she didn't have much to do, so she left after drinking tea.

Zhang Lingling sent it to the outside of the hospital, loaded half a basket of bean noodles, and asked her to take it back for her sister-in-law and two nephews to taste.

This bean noodle nest doesn't seem to be exquisite, but it's very meticulous.

First of all, the bean noodles are ground from the newly harvested soybeans in the autumn of this year, and the first fine noodles are taken through a sieve.

The beans were selected from the rations of the brigade last year, sprinkled on the edge of the vegetable garden carved out in the yard, and planted in a circle.

I also planted some corn, sorghum and vegetables to supplement the family's rations.

Every family is like this, and no one says anything.

After the bean noodles are sifted, the noodles are also particular, in addition to adding water to them, they also add a spoonful of lard.

Lard is a good thing, and many people are reluctant to put much in stir-frying.

Zhang Lingling has the help of her eldest brother, but there is no shortage of this, cooking and stir-frying are generous, and the taste is more delicious.

Add a spoonful of lard and an appropriate amount of water to the bean noodles, add a spoonful of salt and half a spoonful of sugar, and start to mix the noodles.

It takes a lot of effort to make noodles, and if you want to steam them out, you have to be willing to spend your efforts.

Zhang Lingling and Song Chunli both had the strength and patience, and they took turns kneading the dough for half an hour, and it was almost the same.

Then pinch the most tender sweet potato leaf core, blanch and chop it and add it to the dough, and finally form a small nest, steamed out is really fragrant, soft, elastic and simmering, with a little salty taste, chewing and sweet, as well as the fragrance of vegetables, you can eat several without stopping!

Dozens of nests were steamed out of a pot, and a family of four ate more than half of the stewed vegetables at a meal, and the rest was picked up in a basket, covered with a clean white hand towel and placed on a high place, and eaten as a snack at home.

Song Hui was willing to admit punishment and go back to the house hungry, but he was actually playing the idea of this basket of nests.

Song Chunli didn't think about leaving food for Song Hui before, and he also knew that he planned to send some nests to his son later, and he knew that Song Hui liked this.

What they can all think of, Zhang Lingling can't think of?

She just didn't say it.

Song Chunli followed to send his eldest brother out, and when he saw his daughter-in-law send out half a basket of nests, his eyes flashed, and he didn't say anything.

Don't you still have a few nests left, enough for Song Hui to eat.

No, just steam it after eating. Nine-zero look

Song Chunli quickly calmed down.

Song Hui rushed out of the house, reached out to grab the basket in Zhang Tiezhu's hand, and shouted:

"You are not allowed to take my things!

Zhang Tiezhu raised his hand, easily dodged the short and fat cheap nephew, slapped it with his other hand, and scolded angrily:

"Who are you yelling at?"

Song Hui stumbled and fell to the ground, kicked his legs and howled:

"Killed! Zhang Tiezhu killed someone!"

"Shut up. ”

Zhang Lingling coldly threw out two words.

Where is Song Hui, who is angry and protective of food, willing to listen, and he is very skilled in sprinkling and rolling.

Song Chunli was so anxious to persuade.

Zhang Lingling's expression remained unchanged, she picked up the collar on the back of Song Hui's neck, and slapped the two big mouths over.

"I said shut up, did you hear me?"

Song Hui was stunned and stunned, only then did he feel that his face was hot and painful, and he was about to howl when he opened his mouth.

Zhang Lingling slapped her mouth over again, and asked in the same tone:

"Shut up, do you understand?"

Song Hui stared at her raised slap in horror, covering his mouth and nodding wildly.

Zhang Lingling put down her hand with satisfaction, put him on the ground, and commanded lightly:

"Go back to the house and confine, and reflect. ”

Song Hui snorted, jumped without looking back, and slammed the door slammed shut, silent as a cicada.

Song Chunli was speechless.

What Song Pandi originally wanted to say was stillborn, so he made up his mind that there would not be much to do, so he stayed honestly with his tail between his legs.

It's as if I only recognize Zhang Lingling's true face now.